Creepy Pasta PKMN - HATREDI bought Fire Red once when I was going through an old garage sale.It was worn and chipped but the inner workings were still in great condition. The box art was faded and greenish thanks to being left out under the sun no doubt.The thing that struck me as odd was that there was clearly holes made in the eyes of the charizard on the cover and a big hole on its chest over its heart.I asked the owner and showed him the box and the cartridge. He almost flinched when I was displaying the items to him. I could see fear in his eyes. Real terror.I couldn't get him to answer me about the wear and tear, so I asked how much the game cost. He pushed the game away and waved his hands, "It's free, leave please."I stumbled slightly and looked at him. "Are you sure old man?" He nodded and turned to speak to another customer. I actually considered putting the game back, NO ONE acts like that when you try to buy something from them.Regardless I took it home and put it in my DS. My screen flickered
Mama?I can hear the crunching as the houndoom devour the last of my siblings...We were hatched only an hour ago, by a trainer who had white hair and red eyes. We smiled up at her and hugged her knees for bringing us into the world, and all she did was frown.Her eyebrows squinched together and her mouth became a straight line, was she hurt? or angry? Had we done something wrong?We peered up at her, whispering among ourselves.She began to walk away, and so we followed. She turned, and said she was releasing us. We didn't know what this meant. She began to walk away again, and again we followed.She shouted at us until we cried, and we ran away. We pondered it for a while, and we understood that she didn't want us.We shook as the houndooms cries echoed, and we became afraid.My tiny siblings held onto each other, crying out in fear.We didn't know what to do, we were just born and already we found ourselves at the mercy of the beasts around us.I peered about at the heads of my sisters an
I No Longer AmI begged the man that stood before me to stop. He wouldn't listen. Over and over again he would throw a sharp-edged stone at me, making me cry out in pain, and then pushing me away from it. As soon as I recovered and shook it off, he would do it again with a different one. I remember always seeing the flashes of different colors and shapes. One red and as hot as fire. Another green like something fresh from a Spring-time tree. A third, smoother one, with a bright shine.They didn't always work the way he hoped. The smooth one never did anything. The leaf made my fur stand on edge, but nothing ever came of it. I think he missed getting to push me the most. Throwing stones this way became a pastime of ours in between battles.I couldn't hate him for it, no matter how much I wanted to. He treated me well otherwise. He made me some of the best meals of my life. He gave me a soft bed and anything I needed to stay warm and rested. We battled and fought side-by-side, and I grew more and more.
ScizorScizor ~ This POKéMON's pincers, which contain steel, can crush any hard object it gets a hold of into bits.Of course by hard objects the pokedex means ones head. How do i know... i lost my first pokemon to a Scizor. My dear sweet Houndoom was lost to me. But i suppose i should start from the beginning.Since i was little i was never a big battler, I was a show girl. At lest thats what my dad told me, When i turned ten I got my first pokemon, or rather an egg. The egg was a deep black and I had personally gotten to chose it from the local poke-shelter where the unwanted eggs go till there hatched. The egg was a dark black with two sliver lines over an orange spot. The October winds wipped about my face, as i looked at the egg. My eyes were wide as i picked up it up, my first thought being that if i dropped it i might kill my first pokemon so i hung on tightly to it. So tightly in fact that my mother couldn't get me to leave it alone. I slept with it, bathed with it, even tryed to