Pokemon Green Creepypasta: Difference between revisions

 

 

Er, Pocket Monsters as it said on the cover. I stared in awe at the large Japanese letters under the Venasuar. I didn't know what it meant, but I just assumed it was Japanese for green. Then again, it could be the Japanese name for Venusaur. I was just too psyched to have a copy of this game to care! I thought about how lucky I was to have this, and how jealous my "Pokebuddy" at school would be. Before I could think of anything else, my sister butted in. "So what do you think of your Japanese game? Are you gonna open it?"

 

And insincere smile went across my face.

"No."

 

I switched the power switch off. That garbled up music stopped, and changed to what sounded like sounds of distorted screams and laughter. The game seemed to freeze for a second or two, but then it started to corrupt. All kinds of graphics from all over the game flew across the screen while the animation for Toxic played 3 times it's normal speed. Static appeared on the screen every few seconds, giving the impression of an old TV. Suddenly that Abra gave me a very sinister look. An Abra's cry than played over and over. It seemed to say "joinusjoinusjounusjoinusjoinusjoinusjoinusjoinusjoinusjoinusjoinusjoinusjoinus."

 

"Wh-what did I do?" I stuttered. As soon as I said that, everything stopped.

 

"You did this to yourself."

The Abra then disappeared into static, along with the entire screen. The pain then reached an unbearable height, and everything went dark. But before I went out, I heard a voice in my head...

"Don't say no to me, child...don't say no..."

 

 

"...Mom...dad..." I managed to say.

 

"Son, you're alive!" My dad cried as he softly hugged me.

 

"What happened?" I asked.

 

"We found you passed out on the floor with your game in front of you. At first we thought you were asleep, but when we turned you over to put you in bed, we saw blood foaming out of your mouth, and a huge stain of blood on the carpet where your head was. We called 911 as soon as we saw you. When they came, we found out you had been poisoned! It was a miracle that you were still alive! They managed to get all of the poison pumped out of you, and took you to the hospital." My sister then took out my Gameboy, with Pokemon Green in the slot. "I thought you might want to play your game so you don't get bored, so I brought it here."

 

I don't know how, but I swear that game talked to me and said "Come join us, child..."

 

"NO!" I grabbed the Gameboy and threw it across the room! "Go to Hell you demented monster! I'll never join you!" I tried to get out of my bed so I could smash that possessed cartridge, but the nurse in the room held me back and called for some doctors. "We're sorry, but you'll have to leave. We'll take care of your son." The nurse said politely as she scooted them out.

 

I woke up with a terrible scream. I found myself drenched in sweat as I lifted myself from the bed. I looked at the clock. It was 2:08 in the morning. And then I noticed it...

 

Pokemon Green, next to the bed.

 

I picked it up and examined it. "What do you want from me?" I said to it. To my shock, it talked back.

 

"Thank God!" I said to myself. Although I knew it would still be after me, at least I was safe...for the time being. When the truck passed my house, I jumped onto the grass. I landed on my face but at least I was home. I had quite a story to tell, even though no one would believe me. If my parents ask, I'll just say the hospital dropped me off.

 

But that game is still out there. Out to get me. I'm not sure if it's even a game anymore. Whatever you do, don't buy used Pokemon games. In fact, don't buy any more video games. Stay away from them. It'll make him angry. Whatever you do...

Don't join them.

 

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