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I am stuck here. Stuck.
I suppose I should start from the beginning. It was back… I
I had been at a market, like many people in the past. I came across someone selling video games. I looked through the lot and nearly jumped for joy when I saw Pokémon Yellow. Good old Yellow. I used to have a Japanese version of it. I quickly payed for it and headed home, eager to play, to regain my childhood memories. I put in the cartridge and was greeted with the opening screen. The nostalgia began.
I played through to where your rival shoves you out of the way and takes Eevee. Oak told me I could have Pikachu, and the usual dialogue boxes and etc. came up. After all that, something I
When I got to Celdaon City, the first thing I did after healing up was head to the shopping center. I bought the usual supplies, revives and so on, and went to check my inventory to see if
I was shocked. Pikablu
The opponent was a wild Eevee. But the sprite was wrong. Instead of the regular Eevee sprite - a pokemon that
I shrugged it off for the moment and walked around the room, until another encounter occured. I chose to kill the Pokémon, a Pidgey (All tied up, just like the Eevee), and the same thing happened to the poor bird. The sign now said,
Another battle occured, and this time, I chose save. The animation showed the ropes being cut and then the sprite returned to normal. It then immediately ran and the screen went back to the overworld. But a dialogue box immediately popped up, saying,
When I woke up, I was where I now am. On a hospital bed, tied down. I struggled against my constraints while wondering why, until I heard a faint mumbling. A woman. I shut up to listen in, and what I heard was as follows.
Woman:
Man (Presumably a doctor):
Woman:
Man:
Woman:
Man:
Woman:
Man:
It seemed the woman was my mother. Suddenly, rage filled me and before my eyes flashed an image of my mother, all tied up, as the Pokemon had been, with the same two options, kill or save. I
The next day, I heard a voice. The
Man:
Nurse:
Woman:
Man:
I heard footsteps, presumably the nurse leaving. Then I heard the man mumble under his breath,
I am stuck here. Stuck. Well, except for when he releases me under his complete control, to destroy the lives of those I loved. I can remember each one vividly, but it only brings me joy. For now. I am worried about what he said about returning me to normal. I
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