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 | Assunto: Re: Mindfucks/creepypastas em pokémon  Sáb 16 Jul 2011 - 12:42 | |
| Oi eu sou novo aki e tenho uma creppypastas para postar aki, mais primeiro queria resolver uma coisa. O negocio lá do wally, ha duas possibilidades para dizer o q aconteceu. Primeira. O pai do Wally viu q não tinha como ele upar com aquele Ralts já que não tinha confusão, e deu duas rare candy pra ele. Segunda. Já que não tinha como Wally upar com Ralts o nosso pai emprestou o Zigzagoon pro Ralt até ele pegar o level 6. Eu acho a segunda mais provável '-', mais sem delongas aki a creppypasta Ingles: - Spoiler:
I love Pokemon. I always have, and always will. Not just the game… but the characters themselves.
When I was about six, my Dad bought me my first ever games console; a Yellow Gameboy Colour console with a copy of Pokemon Yellow. I was overjoyed; I had been a hardcore Pokemon fan ever since I started watching the TV shows with my brother and some friends, and every time I would start trying to re-enact some Pokemon. Due to my young age and naive nature, I didn’t know it was just a kids’ show and a game.
My brother was with me, and his own colourless Gameboy (the see-through one that shows all of the funky machinery inside of it) had a copy of Pokemon Blue. I would have gotten Red, but they were out of stock. My brother began his game, along with me, in the car on the way to my Grandmother’s house and we were both instantly hooked. I fell in love with Pikachu instantly, and my mind being naive at a young age made me call it a weird name. Thinking of a girl who I knew who had moved recently (a very close friend of ours), I named my Pikachu ‘Jessica’ as a tribute to her. I got to Pewter City and I had a Butterfree and Pidgey already, similar to Ash in the cartoon. I had to turn it off and begged Dad to buy me new batteries to keep playing, but it was safe to say that I was hooked.
After time, my team grew stronger; it changed, expanding itself and now replacing Butterfree and Pidgeotto with a Sandslash and GORORO, a Dragonite traded to me from my brother. As well as the two of them, my team also added in the Charmander, Squirtle and Bulbasaur that you get during the game. However, one Pokemon never changed throughout the game.
Jessica.
She remained on my team throughout the game. I didn’t mind that she was a little weaker than my other Pokemon because she wasn’t evolved; she held a special place in my heart. Somehow, no matter how many times my brother tried convincing me to evolve her into a Raichu (which was impossible in my game) by trading her to him to let him do it, I never did. I liked Jessica the way she was, and kept training her along with my other Pokemon, hearing the cute “Pika!” as she went into battle and the little animations when I spoke to her.
In fact, she was the first Pokemon on my team to reach level one hundred; my first ever top level Pokemon, the first Pokemon I had ever gotten! My Dad told me I was too into the game, but I saw differently. I saw Jessica as more than just pixels and bytes in a video game; I saw her as a close friend, a companion and someone who would cheer me up when I was down with her “Pika Pika!” every time I pressed the A button on her.
In a sense… I began to love Jessica like a friend, as weird as it sounded.
Soon, Pokemon Gold and Silver came out. I traded my Yellow team to my Pokemon Silver version and trained on that one instead, even getting them all to level one hundred too. Jessica still remained at the head of my party, along with my Yellow team and my new Pokemon Silver team.
I remember watching the anime in Johto, and Ash saying that he valued all of his Pokemon, and treated them like family. I valued my Pokemon in the same way, and Jessica felt like the little sister I never had.
My brother had a tendency to just restart his game when he got bored; I even got Pokemon Red to try to match him and we even had races together. He and I battled occasionally, and he often won, but he could never match up to my Pokemon Yellow team. One day however, one of our younger friends came around and messed with my game without me knowing. He didn’t erase it, but he accidentally evolved Jessica into a Raichu (since it was on my new Crystal version, she couldn’t refuse like she did in Yellow). I felt gutted and a little sad that some of my past had died. To relive some nostalgic moments, I traded my team back to Yellow and began to fight some Pokemon with my team, my love for it being back. Although Jessica wasn’t following me around anymore, I still treated her like the Pikachu I always had. I even spoke to my game a few times, and once or twice I thought she responded to me; if I felt happy, the Raichu’s cry was normal and tough, and if I felt sad it felt slowed down and a little saddened. It might have just been me, but oh well.
When Pokemon Ruby and Sapphire came out, I was distraught that I couldn’t trade Gen I and II Pokemon to them. I felt incredibly sad and finally put down my Pokemon Yellow to pick up a copy of Pokemon Ruby; so what if it was American on a British Gameboy Advance? I began to play and was instantly hooked. I made a new team, but every now and again I went back to my old games. Jessica still made me come back to Yellow, and her Pikachu on the front page sprite made me always happy to see her again.
Unfortunately, my life outside of my Video Games was becoming less fortunate. My mother was getting sick and slowly dying of cancer. The doctors tried everything they could and fought to keep her alive, but everyone knew the end was coming… except me. I was so naive that I never even understood half of what was going on. Sure, I knew Mom was ill, but then… the inevitable happened and it finally smacked me in the face.
I closed myself to reality, playing games and forcing everyone away from me. My thoughts were so misguided and far-fetched. My mind was being distorted and I was doing incredibly badly on my games, even if I was trying to use them as a fail-safe. Ruby was no fun anymore and most of my other games were just plain rubbish. Super Smash Brothers Melee kept me entertained for a while, but soon even that got dull. The only thing left for me now was Yellow.
Somehow, as a failsafe, Jessica and Yellow actually worked. She always seemed to cheer me up, even as a Raichu and her tough battle cry made me keep going forward. I met a girl online and began to fall in love with her; she helped me though several hard times and was also a great Pokemon fan. I got Pearl soon after and began to play that, getting hints and tips from this new friend (who will be known as “S” to protect her identity) and making a new team, buying Pokemon Battle Revolution soon after and battling her on it occasionally.
Everything was getting back together, until one fateful event. One event that would, to me unknowingly, set off a whole chain reaction.
I had come home from school incredibly angry. People at school had been bullying me and a friend had turned on me and seriously upset me. In a blind rage, I had stormed into my room and began to throw things around; my bag, books, drawers – anything that wasn’t secure. Eventually, I calmed down and began to tidy up. Removing things from a pile I had made of heavy objects being thrown, I heard an odd crunching and cracking noise. Digging everything away, I found something that made my anger dissipate into nothing.
There, crushed at the bottom of the pile, was a yellow cartridge for a Gameboy colour game. I only had one yellow Colour game, and that was the game I started with.
…Yellow.
I cried. I think I really cried for quite some time, just holding the smashed bits of my game to my chest. No more nostalgic battles with the Elite four, no more battles with my rival…
…No more Jessica. The Pikachu-to-Raichu I had grown to love as a good friend and almost as a sister.
I felt bad and guilty, but even still, I had other Pokemon games. I had Pearl with an amazing team on it and soon I was going to get Platinum. Would I really miss a Pokemon game that was about seven or eight years old?
I wish I’d paid more attention… I was far too blind and naive.
I began to play Pearl more frequently, challenging S to battles as well as my friends. I moved to a new school and got Platinum, but my depression kept coming back to haunt me. My brother, too, was suffering from depression from the death of our mother, and neither of us were getting any better. Well, I was stable thanks to S, who had now become my girlfriend, but my brother was worse off; my brother wasn’t even going to school anymore. He had lost interest in Pokemon and gone to other fandoms, but I stayed loyal. I still am, to this very day, the number one Pokemon fan in my school.
However, whenever I played my Pokemon games, something lingered at the back of my mind… something that I’d forgotten. Something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on… whatever it was I seemed to get this feeling whenever I saw a member of the ‘chu family in the anime or in the games. It was… odd…
…And a little creepy.
A year and a half later, (approximately six months ago from today), another tragedy struck. My brother, who had slowly been sinking lower and lower into depression, died in his flat suddenly. Nobody told me anything about what happened, but it was enough; my depression came back like a storm and smacked me.
A few days later, I was due to go back to school. I was rummaging through old things that would bring back memories of my brother. Digging in a box, I found a cracked object. Pulling it out, I was surprised to see it was my old Pokemon Yellow cartridge. There was a large chunk of it missing from the front and a lot of the nuts and bolts inside of it were loose and tipped all over the bottom of the box. I took all of them and attempted to find the lost piece of the cover, but to no avail. Finally giving up, I placed it back into the box and put it away. As I did, a name flashed into my mind that made me pause.
“Jessica…”
…Where had I heard that name before? I couldn’t remember. I stuffed it back under my computer desk and left for school.
Things weren’t going very well; after my brother’s death, my mind was going wrong. I was soon hearing voices in my head and I was diagnosed with minor ‘Multiple Personality Disorder’. Pokemon HeartGold, my most recent game, along with S and my two friends (known to you as P and R) were the only things keeping me sane. Soon enough, P suggested I get the new Pokemon games, Pokemon Black and White. I decided to get Black because I liked the look of the white dragon Reshiram. He said that he would get White and we would race to see who could beat the game first, just like me and my brother would have done.
Soon, the game came and we went instantly to playing it. Within three days, I was already with seven badges and a full team. My love of Pokemon would never die, and P was left in the dust with only four badges.
Finally beating the game and getting the Transfer Machine, I borrowed P’s DS and began to scroll through some Pokemon to trade from my HeartGold. I wanted to replace Lightning (my Zebstrika) and Wildfire (my Sumisear) because they were far too weak. Looking through, I came across a Pikachu I had gotten from the Yellow Forest Pokewalker run. It was female, had a modest nature and knew Surf, Volt Tackle, and two other moves I can’t remember.
Perfect.
As a tradition of mine, I always name my Pokemon. This helps me put characteristics to them, and I had done so ever since I could remember. My HeartGold file was loaded and I took the Pikachu to the Name Rater. Pikachu seemed like the only one really worthy of being on my team; I’d already decided to replace Sumisear with another Unova Pokemon. As I went to nickname her, I had a discussion with the other two voices in my head to ask what to call her. As we were talking, my stylus tapped absentmindedly on the screen without me realising it.
As I came back to focus from the conversation with my other two counterparts, I realised that my dawdling had made me press Enter. I rolled my eyes and went to look at the probably silly name I had made.
“Congratulations! From now on, this Pokemon will be known as Jessica!”
“…Jessica…” My eyes widened as I recognised the name from somewhere. Where, I didn’t remember, but it seemed to fit.
Everything from there went smoothly. We decided to stick with that name and sent Jessica to my Black and played that weird capture game thing. It took me two tries to do it, but I finally got my Pokemon to Black. Jessica was shifted to the front of my party, and I began to train her. Things were going as planned; the Lucky Egg and Exp. Point Up power I was using from my C-Gear were working great. I changed her moveset a bit to be more Special-oriented (she had a Modest Nature) and kept on training.
Things started getting strange about thirty minutes after she was in the game.
I had started training Jessica without an Exp. Boost and had just gotten her to level fifty. Level fifty was the level I was planning to evolve her into a Raichu. I pressed A twice to get rid of the stats and then a third time to get rid of the winning battle message.
However, rather than the screen going back to normal, it stayed black for a few seconds. Thinking my game had crashed, I pressed the A button once or twice. A black message box appeared on the screen, as if I’d just received an item, but the text was going slowly, and what was displayed made me frown.
“…remember me…?”
I blinked. I didn’t know what that was. The text box vanished and the screen returned to normal. I guessed it was just some odd glitch for an event; maybe a joke they did since Pikachu was a main Pokemon in the first games. Chuckling a little at a possible gag, I went to my pack and took a Thunderstone, going to click on Jessica. However, rather than the page being replaced by Jessica evolving, a text box appeared, this time the text moving at normal speed.
“Jessica is refusing to take the stone!”
“…Refusing?” I was confused; a Pokemon had never done that to me… except once. Maybe it was a gag again back to this old Pokemon game. Sighing, I closed the bag and began to walk around a bit more, training again. Jessica raised a few more levels until she was level sixty, and I tried with the Thunderstone. Again, Jessica refused, but this time, as I closed the bag, another message appeared; black text box, slow white writing like before.
“…It’s not going to work… now do you remember me…?”
This was starting to creep me out a little. I saved my game and then checked Jessica’s stats.
On the status screen, her stats seemed normal; level sixty, modest nature, holding a Lucky Egg, female… but something was different. It took me a few seconds to notice what it was. The Pokémon’s sprite usually moves on the status screens, but Jessica’s was unmoving. The Pikachu was sat there, staring intently at the screen, and she didn’t look happy like all of the other Pikachu did.
In fact… she looked… angry. Her head was crouched a little and her eyes were narrowed, her cheeks sparking occasionally. She hadn’t been like that when I’d first gotten her. Worried that it could be Pokerus or some form of equivalent, I took her to a Pokemon Centre to see if that little message saying ‘you have Pokerus’ came up. When I spoke to Nurse Joy, she healed my Pokemon and then began to say something else, but what she said wasn’t what I was expecting.
“Oh my… it seems your Jessica isn’t very pleased with you. Did you do something to upset it? You should take better care of your Pokemon.”
I read the screen over and over, trying to understand what I’d done wrong. Was this all a side-effect of some glitch involving Pikachu’s and Thunderstones?
Alarm bells were going off in my head; my other two voices were screaming at me to be careful, but I wanted to get Jessica up to a higher level to battle the Champion and my friend; and so, I began to train again. Once she reached level sixty-five, I checked back on her sprite. Jessica’s sprite had gone back to normal, but something was different. Where-as the Pikachu sprite normally bounced, Jessica did not, and she seemed to be looking at me, her eyes locking onto mine quietly, the detailed brown eyes filled with emotion I never knew could be seen in a game; hatred, anger, resentment, sorrow… they were not happy eyes. As I closed her status page, another message flashed up.
“…You’re a liar… a cruel, heartless killer…”
“K-killer…?!” I stared at the screen. Now I KNEW something was wrong. I quickly grabbed my DS and hurried upstairs in my school to find P and R, both of them in the upstairs lounge. I showed them the game, but as soon as I turned the DS to show them, the message would replace itself with Jessica’s stat screen. I told them to listen to me and begged them to understand, but the two of them were both talking about something else and thought I was just going nuts and being stupid. I resigned myself to possibly thinking that too and headed back downstairs to my room, continuing to train.
As soon as I opened my DS back up, words were on the bottom screen in a slightly larger-than-normal textbox. These words were worrying, however, since it was still on the black text box… but the words themselves were blood red and in a different style of writing, much more blocky and sharp than the rounded edges of the newer writing.
“You kept me close. We were the best of friends. Then you broke me – killed me – and then discarded me. I will never die. I am too close to your heart.”
Jessica’s sprite appeared on the screen, but it was different again. Instead of a happy bouncy Pikachu, her arms were folded and her ears were drooping downwards, her eyes narrowed and her body had turned so it was now facing the screen directly. It was then that I really understood; she wasn’t talking to the character at all.
She was talking to me.
“…J-Jessica…” I whispered, staring at her quietly. The Pikachu’s sprite nodded angrily, and its mouth began to move silently as words appeared on the screen in that same blood-red, digital writing.
“I thought you cared. I thought you really cared. Wasn’t I special to you, Cameron? Wasn’t I your best friend?”
A Yes/No selection box appeared. I lingered, memories slowly beginning to hit my head as the other two voices in my head remained silent, probably just as shocked as I was. Fingers trembling, I selected ‘yes’. Jessica nodded on-screen before her tail flicked and her mouth began to move again.
“Yes. We were partners, you and I. We took down Team Rocket together. We conquered Kanto, Johto, and even Red together… I thought you cared, but I was wrong. You let rage get the better of you and snapped me like a twig. You crushed me, as well as my heart. You killed me. You’re a murderer, Cameron.”
“N-no!” I cried, not realising I was talking aloud; “Jessica, I’m sorry! I really am!” I could feel tears begin to stream down my face, “You’ve got it all wrong!”
There was silence from the screen, before I suddenly heard; “…Pika,” from the speakers. I looked at the screen to see she had turned her back on me and had begun to walk away. I shook my head, frantically pressing the A button to try and do something, but all I got was a swish of her lightning-bolt tail as she faded out. The screen returned to normal, and Black (the character) was facing a Pikachu sprite at the top of some steps. I guessed that this was Jessica, and the little Pikachu-block looked at Black before another text box appeared.
“At the top of Celestial Tower… I will wait for you.”
With that, the screen flashed black and then back to normal. Things were wrong, though. The music had stopped playing, and Black seemed to be moving slightly slower than normal. When I checked my party Pokemon, the first thing I noticed was that Jessica was no longer in my party. The first space was replaced by my starter, Wish, my Samurott. Looking over my Pokemon, I noticed some other things; their cries were not sounded, and their sprites were frozen. The sprites themselves were also only done in certain monochrome colours; yellow, red, blue or what-not, as well as done in large, blocky pixels… just like…
…just like Pokemon Yellow sprites. Everything suddenly hit me; Jessica, my old team, the nostalgia… and finally, what had happened to the cartridge.
Without another word, in real life or in game, I used my trusty Sigilyph (Hynode) to fly to Mistralton City and headed north towards Celestial tower. The music still refused to play, but I was in too much torment with myself to care. The two voices in my head were trying to reassure me that this was some kind of nightmare, but I knew it was all happening. It was all so real… and my throat was incredibly dry. My tears still ran down my face as I entered the tower; the tower of deceased Pokemon.
Pokemon Tower…
As soon as I entered, the atmosphere was different from outside. The room was darker than normal, and there wasn’t anybody there. There was a forlorn silence, but faintly, music was playing. I began to ascend the spiral staircase and the music got louder with every floor I raised. Each floor was how it should be, but much darker and with no Trainers or wild Pokemon. The graves were painted black, and on the final staircase, I saw “CAMERON USED RAGE! JESSICA DIED!” in block red capital letters spiralling up the stairs, one letter on each second step.
I finally reached the top, and, surprisingly, found everybody there; all of the trainers from the tower, the Gym Leaders, Elite Four, Belle, Cheren, N, Alder… they were all here, looking towards the main steps to the bell at the top of the tower. As I approached them, people stopped me. What they said was what shocked me and made my throat dry out even more and fresh tears well up in my eyes.
“Belle: Cameron… how could you do such a thing…?”
“Cheren: You… I looked up to you… how could you betray me…?”
“Alder: This… is unforgivable… but maybe, she will…”
“N: You said that you wanted people and Pokemon to live in peace… then why did you…?”
As I rose the final few steps, Belle, Cheren, N and Alder all followed, blocking the way back out. I went forward and stopped. There, standing in front of the bell, was undeniably… a Raichu sprite. The Raichu rang the bell, the sounds sounding eerie with the music, which I now recognised as the 8-bit Lavender Town music from Pokemon Yellow.
The music suddenly stopped, and another text bubble appeared; black, with white writing.
“…You came, Cameron.”
“…I did…” I whispered quietly to the screen, sniffing as I stared at it. The Raichu sprite turned around and took a few steps towards Black, only stopping one or two spaces away.
“Do you know why I wanted to call you here?”
A ‘yes/no’ box appeared again. I pressed ‘yes’ with shaking thumbs and the Raichu shook its head in response.
“No, you don’t. Don’t lie. I called you here… so you can see what you did to me.” The sprite took a final few steps towards Black, and the screen fuzzed out, the larger sprite replacing most of the screen, like when N sometimes talked. What I saw however almost made me sick.
It was a Raichu, but no Raichu I had ever seen. The creature’s ears were flattened to its skull, a huge gash leading from one ear to the other across the forehead. Blood-stained fur was shown all the way down its face, past its sorrowful eyes and scratched cheeks. Its arms hung limply by its sides and its tail drooped limply over its shoulder, the lightning bolt at the tip of it having had a large chunk ripped out of it. The Raichu’s mouth had dried blood around the lips, and some still dribbling from the corner of its mouth, but it was the main part of the Raichu that terrified me.
Right where the chest was, the abdomen and stomach area of the Raichu too, there was a gaping wound; inside could be seen intestines, bones, cracked ribs and with copious amounts of blood dripping from it, covering the white belly-fur and staining it red. I could see its heart, and with a sickening turn of my stomach, I saw it beating feebly within the shattered ribcage.
Panicking, I pressed A repeatedly to try to get the image away from the screen. Instead, a text-box appeared, the writing digital and red, just like the blood coming from the Raichu.
“What’s wrong, Cameron? Can’t stomach what you did to me? Your closest friend, the one who you so mercilessly killed?”
“I’M SORRY!” I screamed suddenly, staring at the Raichu’s face; “I’M SORRY!!” With that, I crumpled over my screen and sobbed; “J-Jessica, it was an accident! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I didn’t mean to do ANYTHING to you! You’re still my Pokemon! You’re still my friend! None of this was meant to happen, Jess! Don’t… d-don’t hate me, it was all a stupid, stupid accident!”
I cried for a solid few minutes before finally looking at the screen. Jessica had gone, and the overworld Raichu sprite was simply standing there, looking at Black. Nothing was said for a moment, and I simply stared at the screen. Finally, a text box appeared.
“…Was it truly an accident?”
A ‘yes/no’ box appeared. I pressed yes, and there was another pause. The Raichu sprite turned around and walked back to the bell before another text box appeared.
“…Do you regret what you did?”
Another ‘yes/no’ box. I frantically pressed ‘yes’, more tears making their way down my face. There was another pause before Jessica finally turned around, staring back at Black.
“Jessica… believes you.”
I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I saw the Raichu sprite walk back over to Black. The screen flashed up with the gruesome Raichu sprite again, but this time, the sorrowful eyes were replaced with soft ones, a small, weak smile on its face.
“Do you still love me?”
There was no ‘yes/no’ box, but instead, it asked if I wanted to ‘record’ or ‘check mic options’. I knew my DS microphone was fine, so I pressed ‘record’, and took a deep breath.
“…J-Jessica… I’m so sorry for what I did to you… I wish I could reverse what I put you through. I should never have forgotten. You’re not just a bunch of pixels and data, but a being, just like me. I’m really sorry, I promise… I’ll never do it again, ever. I’ll be more careful, I’ll… I’ll never restart a Pokemon game! Ever! All I want…” I took a soft breath, and finally let the last words out; “…Is your forgiveness for my stupidity. …I do still love you, Jessica.”
The picture of Jessica on-screen nodded, and it faded out. The overworld returned, and Jessica appeared again as a Raichu sprite. This time however, Black spun around in a circle and a small Pokeball flew from his hand. A flash of white light engulfed Jessica, and the ball closed. As Black moved forward to pick it up, a new textbox appeared.
“Thank you, Cameron… you really do remember.”
I smiled at the screen and as I did, Cheren, Belle, N and Alder all walked up to Black and surrounded him. The screen faded out and Black re-appeared in front of the bell. He rang the bell, and the usual message appeared. Instead of what normally happens, however, Black walked away from the bell with the screen still focused on it. As it faded, I saw a few ghost silhouettes; a Charizard… a Blastoise… a Venusaur… a Sandslash… and a Dragonite.
All of my old Pokemon Yellow team… had been laid to rest in the Celestial Tower. Never returning… but never being forgotten.
The screen blacked out and returned me to Mistralton city. A message popped up saying that the game had been saved. I checked my Pokemon and saw Jessica in my sixth slot. Opening her page, a huge wave of nostalgia and comfort greeted me and my two other-voices as we looked at the screen.
Greeting us was a level 100 Raichu, Modest nature, female and with the nickname “Jessica”, and OT as “CAM”, which was my Pokemon Yellow character name. Moving to the moves section, I saw that her stats were exactly how they were left in Yellow, and her moveset was exactly the same as her old Yellow moveset; Thunderbolt, Double Team, Submission and Surf. I smiled broadly; she had forgiven me and decided to join me once again.
As I pressed B to leave the page, one final message popped up. The large Raichu picture appeared again, but this time, there were no cuts or internal organs shown. What was shown was the smiling face of a healthy Raichu beaming at the screen. A message box popped up as the Raichu’s mouth moved as if it was saying the words.
“Thank you, Cameron, for taking me back… oh, and by the way…” the screen changed briefly; the picture now had one paw up, and I saw something in her paw that made my eyes widen and show that no matter how much anyone would prove otherwise, this was no joke or hack.
In her paw… sat the final, missing part to my Pokemon Yellow cartridge.
“I never truly forgot you, either.”
-/-/-/-
I hope you read this and realise; to us, it may seem a game. But Jessica taught me that if you love a game too much, it becomes part of you, so much so that you can’t leave it behind.
I have never, ever restarted or broken a Pokemon game since. I am careful with all my games. I don’t want to upset anybody like Jessica ever again. I’m glad she was so forgiving and loving of me.
If she wasn’t… it could have ended so much worse.
Eu tinha essa no pc faz um tempo, mais acho q é de alguem no pokeevo, algo do tipo :s | |
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| | Assunto: Re: Mindfucks/creepypastas em pokémon Sáb 16 Jul 2011 - 14:33 | |
| - guimoraes escreveu:
- Oi eu sou novo aki e tenho uma creppypastas para postar aki, mais primeiro queria resolver uma coisa. O negocio lá do wally, ha duas possibilidades para dizer o q aconteceu.
Primeira.
O pai do Wally viu q não tinha como ele upar com aquele Ralts já que não tinha confusão, e deu duas rare candy pra ele.
Segunda.
Já que não tinha como Wally upar com Ralts o nosso pai emprestou o Zigzagoon pro Ralt até ele pegar o level 6.
Eu acho a segunda mais provável '-', mais sem delongas aki a creppypasta
Ingles:
- Spoiler:
I love Pokemon. I always have, and always will. Not just the game… but the characters themselves.
When I was about six, my Dad bought me my first ever games console; a Yellow Gameboy Colour console with a copy of Pokemon Yellow. I was overjoyed; I had been a hardcore Pokemon fan ever since I started watching the TV shows with my brother and some friends, and every time I would start trying to re-enact some Pokemon. Due to my young age and naive nature, I didn’t know it was just a kids’ show and a game.
My brother was with me, and his own colourless Gameboy (the see-through one that shows all of the funky machinery inside of it) had a copy of Pokemon Blue. I would have gotten Red, but they were out of stock. My brother began his game, along with me, in the car on the way to my Grandmother’s house and we were both instantly hooked. I fell in love with Pikachu instantly, and my mind being naive at a young age made me call it a weird name. Thinking of a girl who I knew who had moved recently (a very close friend of ours), I named my Pikachu ‘Jessica’ as a tribute to her. I got to Pewter City and I had a Butterfree and Pidgey already, similar to Ash in the cartoon. I had to turn it off and begged Dad to buy me new batteries to keep playing, but it was safe to say that I was hooked.
After time, my team grew stronger; it changed, expanding itself and now replacing Butterfree and Pidgeotto with a Sandslash and GORORO, a Dragonite traded to me from my brother. As well as the two of them, my team also added in the Charmander, Squirtle and Bulbasaur that you get during the game. However, one Pokemon never changed throughout the game.
Jessica.
She remained on my team throughout the game. I didn’t mind that she was a little weaker than my other Pokemon because she wasn’t evolved; she held a special place in my heart. Somehow, no matter how many times my brother tried convincing me to evolve her into a Raichu (which was impossible in my game) by trading her to him to let him do it, I never did. I liked Jessica the way she was, and kept training her along with my other Pokemon, hearing the cute “Pika!” as she went into battle and the little animations when I spoke to her.
In fact, she was the first Pokemon on my team to reach level one hundred; my first ever top level Pokemon, the first Pokemon I had ever gotten! My Dad told me I was too into the game, but I saw differently. I saw Jessica as more than just pixels and bytes in a video game; I saw her as a close friend, a companion and someone who would cheer me up when I was down with her “Pika Pika!” every time I pressed the A button on her.
In a sense… I began to love Jessica like a friend, as weird as it sounded.
Soon, Pokemon Gold and Silver came out. I traded my Yellow team to my Pokemon Silver version and trained on that one instead, even getting them all to level one hundred too. Jessica still remained at the head of my party, along with my Yellow team and my new Pokemon Silver team.
I remember watching the anime in Johto, and Ash saying that he valued all of his Pokemon, and treated them like family. I valued my Pokemon in the same way, and Jessica felt like the little sister I never had.
My brother had a tendency to just restart his game when he got bored; I even got Pokemon Red to try to match him and we even had races together. He and I battled occasionally, and he often won, but he could never match up to my Pokemon Yellow team. One day however, one of our younger friends came around and messed with my game without me knowing. He didn’t erase it, but he accidentally evolved Jessica into a Raichu (since it was on my new Crystal version, she couldn’t refuse like she did in Yellow). I felt gutted and a little sad that some of my past had died. To relive some nostalgic moments, I traded my team back to Yellow and began to fight some Pokemon with my team, my love for it being back. Although Jessica wasn’t following me around anymore, I still treated her like the Pikachu I always had. I even spoke to my game a few times, and once or twice I thought she responded to me; if I felt happy, the Raichu’s cry was normal and tough, and if I felt sad it felt slowed down and a little saddened. It might have just been me, but oh well.
When Pokemon Ruby and Sapphire came out, I was distraught that I couldn’t trade Gen I and II Pokemon to them. I felt incredibly sad and finally put down my Pokemon Yellow to pick up a copy of Pokemon Ruby; so what if it was American on a British Gameboy Advance? I began to play and was instantly hooked. I made a new team, but every now and again I went back to my old games. Jessica still made me come back to Yellow, and her Pikachu on the front page sprite made me always happy to see her again.
Unfortunately, my life outside of my Video Games was becoming less fortunate. My mother was getting sick and slowly dying of cancer. The doctors tried everything they could and fought to keep her alive, but everyone knew the end was coming… except me. I was so naive that I never even understood half of what was going on. Sure, I knew Mom was ill, but then… the inevitable happened and it finally smacked me in the face.
I closed myself to reality, playing games and forcing everyone away from me. My thoughts were so misguided and far-fetched. My mind was being distorted and I was doing incredibly badly on my games, even if I was trying to use them as a fail-safe. Ruby was no fun anymore and most of my other games were just plain rubbish. Super Smash Brothers Melee kept me entertained for a while, but soon even that got dull. The only thing left for me now was Yellow.
Somehow, as a failsafe, Jessica and Yellow actually worked. She always seemed to cheer me up, even as a Raichu and her tough battle cry made me keep going forward. I met a girl online and began to fall in love with her; she helped me though several hard times and was also a great Pokemon fan. I got Pearl soon after and began to play that, getting hints and tips from this new friend (who will be known as “S” to protect her identity) and making a new team, buying Pokemon Battle Revolution soon after and battling her on it occasionally.
Everything was getting back together, until one fateful event. One event that would, to me unknowingly, set off a whole chain reaction.
I had come home from school incredibly angry. People at school had been bullying me and a friend had turned on me and seriously upset me. In a blind rage, I had stormed into my room and began to throw things around; my bag, books, drawers – anything that wasn’t secure. Eventually, I calmed down and began to tidy up. Removing things from a pile I had made of heavy objects being thrown, I heard an odd crunching and cracking noise. Digging everything away, I found something that made my anger dissipate into nothing.
There, crushed at the bottom of the pile, was a yellow cartridge for a Gameboy colour game. I only had one yellow Colour game, and that was the game I started with.
…Yellow.
I cried. I think I really cried for quite some time, just holding the smashed bits of my game to my chest. No more nostalgic battles with the Elite four, no more battles with my rival…
…No more Jessica. The Pikachu-to-Raichu I had grown to love as a good friend and almost as a sister.
I felt bad and guilty, but even still, I had other Pokemon games. I had Pearl with an amazing team on it and soon I was going to get Platinum. Would I really miss a Pokemon game that was about seven or eight years old?
I wish I’d paid more attention… I was far too blind and naive.
I began to play Pearl more frequently, challenging S to battles as well as my friends. I moved to a new school and got Platinum, but my depression kept coming back to haunt me. My brother, too, was suffering from depression from the death of our mother, and neither of us were getting any better. Well, I was stable thanks to S, who had now become my girlfriend, but my brother was worse off; my brother wasn’t even going to school anymore. He had lost interest in Pokemon and gone to other fandoms, but I stayed loyal. I still am, to this very day, the number one Pokemon fan in my school.
However, whenever I played my Pokemon games, something lingered at the back of my mind… something that I’d forgotten. Something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on… whatever it was I seemed to get this feeling whenever I saw a member of the ‘chu family in the anime or in the games. It was… odd…
…And a little creepy.
A year and a half later, (approximately six months ago from today), another tragedy struck. My brother, who had slowly been sinking lower and lower into depression, died in his flat suddenly. Nobody told me anything about what happened, but it was enough; my depression came back like a storm and smacked me.
A few days later, I was due to go back to school. I was rummaging through old things that would bring back memories of my brother. Digging in a box, I found a cracked object. Pulling it out, I was surprised to see it was my old Pokemon Yellow cartridge. There was a large chunk of it missing from the front and a lot of the nuts and bolts inside of it were loose and tipped all over the bottom of the box. I took all of them and attempted to find the lost piece of the cover, but to no avail. Finally giving up, I placed it back into the box and put it away. As I did, a name flashed into my mind that made me pause.
“Jessica…”
…Where had I heard that name before? I couldn’t remember. I stuffed it back under my computer desk and left for school.
Things weren’t going very well; after my brother’s death, my mind was going wrong. I was soon hearing voices in my head and I was diagnosed with minor ‘Multiple Personality Disorder’. Pokemon HeartGold, my most recent game, along with S and my two friends (known to you as P and R) were the only things keeping me sane. Soon enough, P suggested I get the new Pokemon games, Pokemon Black and White. I decided to get Black because I liked the look of the white dragon Reshiram. He said that he would get White and we would race to see who could beat the game first, just like me and my brother would have done.
Soon, the game came and we went instantly to playing it. Within three days, I was already with seven badges and a full team. My love of Pokemon would never die, and P was left in the dust with only four badges.
Finally beating the game and getting the Transfer Machine, I borrowed P’s DS and began to scroll through some Pokemon to trade from my HeartGold. I wanted to replace Lightning (my Zebstrika) and Wildfire (my Sumisear) because they were far too weak. Looking through, I came across a Pikachu I had gotten from the Yellow Forest Pokewalker run. It was female, had a modest nature and knew Surf, Volt Tackle, and two other moves I can’t remember.
Perfect.
As a tradition of mine, I always name my Pokemon. This helps me put characteristics to them, and I had done so ever since I could remember. My HeartGold file was loaded and I took the Pikachu to the Name Rater. Pikachu seemed like the only one really worthy of being on my team; I’d already decided to replace Sumisear with another Unova Pokemon. As I went to nickname her, I had a discussion with the other two voices in my head to ask what to call her. As we were talking, my stylus tapped absentmindedly on the screen without me realising it.
As I came back to focus from the conversation with my other two counterparts, I realised that my dawdling had made me press Enter. I rolled my eyes and went to look at the probably silly name I had made.
“Congratulations! From now on, this Pokemon will be known as Jessica!”
“…Jessica…” My eyes widened as I recognised the name from somewhere. Where, I didn’t remember, but it seemed to fit.
Everything from there went smoothly. We decided to stick with that name and sent Jessica to my Black and played that weird capture game thing. It took me two tries to do it, but I finally got my Pokemon to Black. Jessica was shifted to the front of my party, and I began to train her. Things were going as planned; the Lucky Egg and Exp. Point Up power I was using from my C-Gear were working great. I changed her moveset a bit to be more Special-oriented (she had a Modest Nature) and kept on training.
Things started getting strange about thirty minutes after she was in the game.
I had started training Jessica without an Exp. Boost and had just gotten her to level fifty. Level fifty was the level I was planning to evolve her into a Raichu. I pressed A twice to get rid of the stats and then a third time to get rid of the winning battle message.
However, rather than the screen going back to normal, it stayed black for a few seconds. Thinking my game had crashed, I pressed the A button once or twice. A black message box appeared on the screen, as if I’d just received an item, but the text was going slowly, and what was displayed made me frown.
“…remember me…?”
I blinked. I didn’t know what that was. The text box vanished and the screen returned to normal. I guessed it was just some odd glitch for an event; maybe a joke they did since Pikachu was a main Pokemon in the first games. Chuckling a little at a possible gag, I went to my pack and took a Thunderstone, going to click on Jessica. However, rather than the page being replaced by Jessica evolving, a text box appeared, this time the text moving at normal speed.
“Jessica is refusing to take the stone!”
“…Refusing?” I was confused; a Pokemon had never done that to me… except once. Maybe it was a gag again back to this old Pokemon game. Sighing, I closed the bag and began to walk around a bit more, training again. Jessica raised a few more levels until she was level sixty, and I tried with the Thunderstone. Again, Jessica refused, but this time, as I closed the bag, another message appeared; black text box, slow white writing like before.
“…It’s not going to work… now do you remember me…?”
This was starting to creep me out a little. I saved my game and then checked Jessica’s stats.
On the status screen, her stats seemed normal; level sixty, modest nature, holding a Lucky Egg, female… but something was different. It took me a few seconds to notice what it was. The Pokémon’s sprite usually moves on the status screens, but Jessica’s was unmoving. The Pikachu was sat there, staring intently at the screen, and she didn’t look happy like all of the other Pikachu did.
In fact… she looked… angry. Her head was crouched a little and her eyes were narrowed, her cheeks sparking occasionally. She hadn’t been like that when I’d first gotten her. Worried that it could be Pokerus or some form of equivalent, I took her to a Pokemon Centre to see if that little message saying ‘you have Pokerus’ came up. When I spoke to Nurse Joy, she healed my Pokemon and then began to say something else, but what she said wasn’t what I was expecting.
“Oh my… it seems your Jessica isn’t very pleased with you. Did you do something to upset it? You should take better care of your Pokemon.”
I read the screen over and over, trying to understand what I’d done wrong. Was this all a side-effect of some glitch involving Pikachu’s and Thunderstones?
Alarm bells were going off in my head; my other two voices were screaming at me to be careful, but I wanted to get Jessica up to a higher level to battle the Champion and my friend; and so, I began to train again. Once she reached level sixty-five, I checked back on her sprite. Jessica’s sprite had gone back to normal, but something was different. Where-as the Pikachu sprite normally bounced, Jessica did not, and she seemed to be looking at me, her eyes locking onto mine quietly, the detailed brown eyes filled with emotion I never knew could be seen in a game; hatred, anger, resentment, sorrow… they were not happy eyes. As I closed her status page, another message flashed up.
“…You’re a liar… a cruel, heartless killer…”
“K-killer…?!” I stared at the screen. Now I KNEW something was wrong. I quickly grabbed my DS and hurried upstairs in my school to find P and R, both of them in the upstairs lounge. I showed them the game, but as soon as I turned the DS to show them, the message would replace itself with Jessica’s stat screen. I told them to listen to me and begged them to understand, but the two of them were both talking about something else and thought I was just going nuts and being stupid. I resigned myself to possibly thinking that too and headed back downstairs to my room, continuing to train.
As soon as I opened my DS back up, words were on the bottom screen in a slightly larger-than-normal textbox. These words were worrying, however, since it was still on the black text box… but the words themselves were blood red and in a different style of writing, much more blocky and sharp than the rounded edges of the newer writing.
“You kept me close. We were the best of friends. Then you broke me – killed me – and then discarded me. I will never die. I am too close to your heart.”
Jessica’s sprite appeared on the screen, but it was different again. Instead of a happy bouncy Pikachu, her arms were folded and her ears were drooping downwards, her eyes narrowed and her body had turned so it was now facing the screen directly. It was then that I really understood; she wasn’t talking to the character at all.
She was talking to me.
“…J-Jessica…” I whispered, staring at her quietly. The Pikachu’s sprite nodded angrily, and its mouth began to move silently as words appeared on the screen in that same blood-red, digital writing.
“I thought you cared. I thought you really cared. Wasn’t I special to you, Cameron? Wasn’t I your best friend?”
A Yes/No selection box appeared. I lingered, memories slowly beginning to hit my head as the other two voices in my head remained silent, probably just as shocked as I was. Fingers trembling, I selected ‘yes’. Jessica nodded on-screen before her tail flicked and her mouth began to move again.
“Yes. We were partners, you and I. We took down Team Rocket together. We conquered Kanto, Johto, and even Red together… I thought you cared, but I was wrong. You let rage get the better of you and snapped me like a twig. You crushed me, as well as my heart. You killed me. You’re a murderer, Cameron.”
“N-no!” I cried, not realising I was talking aloud; “Jessica, I’m sorry! I really am!” I could feel tears begin to stream down my face, “You’ve got it all wrong!”
There was silence from the screen, before I suddenly heard; “…Pika,” from the speakers. I looked at the screen to see she had turned her back on me and had begun to walk away. I shook my head, frantically pressing the A button to try and do something, but all I got was a swish of her lightning-bolt tail as she faded out. The screen returned to normal, and Black (the character) was facing a Pikachu sprite at the top of some steps. I guessed that this was Jessica, and the little Pikachu-block looked at Black before another text box appeared.
“At the top of Celestial Tower… I will wait for you.”
With that, the screen flashed black and then back to normal. Things were wrong, though. The music had stopped playing, and Black seemed to be moving slightly slower than normal. When I checked my party Pokemon, the first thing I noticed was that Jessica was no longer in my party. The first space was replaced by my starter, Wish, my Samurott. Looking over my Pokemon, I noticed some other things; their cries were not sounded, and their sprites were frozen. The sprites themselves were also only done in certain monochrome colours; yellow, red, blue or what-not, as well as done in large, blocky pixels… just like…
…just like Pokemon Yellow sprites. Everything suddenly hit me; Jessica, my old team, the nostalgia… and finally, what had happened to the cartridge.
Without another word, in real life or in game, I used my trusty Sigilyph (Hynode) to fly to Mistralton City and headed north towards Celestial tower. The music still refused to play, but I was in too much torment with myself to care. The two voices in my head were trying to reassure me that this was some kind of nightmare, but I knew it was all happening. It was all so real… and my throat was incredibly dry. My tears still ran down my face as I entered the tower; the tower of deceased Pokemon.
Pokemon Tower…
As soon as I entered, the atmosphere was different from outside. The room was darker than normal, and there wasn’t anybody there. There was a forlorn silence, but faintly, music was playing. I began to ascend the spiral staircase and the music got louder with every floor I raised. Each floor was how it should be, but much darker and with no Trainers or wild Pokemon. The graves were painted black, and on the final staircase, I saw “CAMERON USED RAGE! JESSICA DIED!” in block red capital letters spiralling up the stairs, one letter on each second step.
I finally reached the top, and, surprisingly, found everybody there; all of the trainers from the tower, the Gym Leaders, Elite Four, Belle, Cheren, N, Alder… they were all here, looking towards the main steps to the bell at the top of the tower. As I approached them, people stopped me. What they said was what shocked me and made my throat dry out even more and fresh tears well up in my eyes.
“Belle: Cameron… how could you do such a thing…?”
“Cheren: You… I looked up to you… how could you betray me…?”
“Alder: This… is unforgivable… but maybe, she will…”
“N: You said that you wanted people and Pokemon to live in peace… then why did you…?”
As I rose the final few steps, Belle, Cheren, N and Alder all followed, blocking the way back out. I went forward and stopped. There, standing in front of the bell, was undeniably… a Raichu sprite. The Raichu rang the bell, the sounds sounding eerie with the music, which I now recognised as the 8-bit Lavender Town music from Pokemon Yellow.
The music suddenly stopped, and another text bubble appeared; black, with white writing.
“…You came, Cameron.”
“…I did…” I whispered quietly to the screen, sniffing as I stared at it. The Raichu sprite turned around and took a few steps towards Black, only stopping one or two spaces away.
“Do you know why I wanted to call you here?”
A ‘yes/no’ box appeared again. I pressed ‘yes’ with shaking thumbs and the Raichu shook its head in response.
“No, you don’t. Don’t lie. I called you here… so you can see what you did to me.” The sprite took a final few steps towards Black, and the screen fuzzed out, the larger sprite replacing most of the screen, like when N sometimes talked. What I saw however almost made me sick.
It was a Raichu, but no Raichu I had ever seen. The creature’s ears were flattened to its skull, a huge gash leading from one ear to the other across the forehead. Blood-stained fur was shown all the way down its face, past its sorrowful eyes and scratched cheeks. Its arms hung limply by its sides and its tail drooped limply over its shoulder, the lightning bolt at the tip of it having had a large chunk ripped out of it. The Raichu’s mouth had dried blood around the lips, and some still dribbling from the corner of its mouth, but it was the main part of the Raichu that terrified me.
Right where the chest was, the abdomen and stomach area of the Raichu too, there was a gaping wound; inside could be seen intestines, bones, cracked ribs and with copious amounts of blood dripping from it, covering the white belly-fur and staining it red. I could see its heart, and with a sickening turn of my stomach, I saw it beating feebly within the shattered ribcage.
Panicking, I pressed A repeatedly to try to get the image away from the screen. Instead, a text-box appeared, the writing digital and red, just like the blood coming from the Raichu.
“What’s wrong, Cameron? Can’t stomach what you did to me? Your closest friend, the one who you so mercilessly killed?”
“I’M SORRY!” I screamed suddenly, staring at the Raichu’s face; “I’M SORRY!!” With that, I crumpled over my screen and sobbed; “J-Jessica, it was an accident! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I didn’t mean to do ANYTHING to you! You’re still my Pokemon! You’re still my friend! None of this was meant to happen, Jess! Don’t… d-don’t hate me, it was all a stupid, stupid accident!”
I cried for a solid few minutes before finally looking at the screen. Jessica had gone, and the overworld Raichu sprite was simply standing there, looking at Black. Nothing was said for a moment, and I simply stared at the screen. Finally, a text box appeared.
“…Was it truly an accident?”
A ‘yes/no’ box appeared. I pressed yes, and there was another pause. The Raichu sprite turned around and walked back to the bell before another text box appeared.
“…Do you regret what you did?”
Another ‘yes/no’ box. I frantically pressed ‘yes’, more tears making their way down my face. There was another pause before Jessica finally turned around, staring back at Black.
“Jessica… believes you.”
I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I saw the Raichu sprite walk back over to Black. The screen flashed up with the gruesome Raichu sprite again, but this time, the sorrowful eyes were replaced with soft ones, a small, weak smile on its face.
“Do you still love me?”
There was no ‘yes/no’ box, but instead, it asked if I wanted to ‘record’ or ‘check mic options’. I knew my DS microphone was fine, so I pressed ‘record’, and took a deep breath.
“…J-Jessica… I’m so sorry for what I did to you… I wish I could reverse what I put you through. I should never have forgotten. You’re not just a bunch of pixels and data, but a being, just like me. I’m really sorry, I promise… I’ll never do it again, ever. I’ll be more careful, I’ll… I’ll never restart a Pokemon game! Ever! All I want…” I took a soft breath, and finally let the last words out; “…Is your forgiveness for my stupidity. …I do still love you, Jessica.”
The picture of Jessica on-screen nodded, and it faded out. The overworld returned, and Jessica appeared again as a Raichu sprite. This time however, Black spun around in a circle and a small Pokeball flew from his hand. A flash of white light engulfed Jessica, and the ball closed. As Black moved forward to pick it up, a new textbox appeared.
“Thank you, Cameron… you really do remember.”
I smiled at the screen and as I did, Cheren, Belle, N and Alder all walked up to Black and surrounded him. The screen faded out and Black re-appeared in front of the bell. He rang the bell, and the usual message appeared. Instead of what normally happens, however, Black walked away from the bell with the screen still focused on it. As it faded, I saw a few ghost silhouettes; a Charizard… a Blastoise… a Venusaur… a Sandslash… and a Dragonite.
All of my old Pokemon Yellow team… had been laid to rest in the Celestial Tower. Never returning… but never being forgotten.
The screen blacked out and returned me to Mistralton city. A message popped up saying that the game had been saved. I checked my Pokemon and saw Jessica in my sixth slot. Opening her page, a huge wave of nostalgia and comfort greeted me and my two other-voices as we looked at the screen.
Greeting us was a level 100 Raichu, Modest nature, female and with the nickname “Jessica”, and OT as “CAM”, which was my Pokemon Yellow character name. Moving to the moves section, I saw that her stats were exactly how they were left in Yellow, and her moveset was exactly the same as her old Yellow moveset; Thunderbolt, Double Team, Submission and Surf. I smiled broadly; she had forgiven me and decided to join me once again.
As I pressed B to leave the page, one final message popped up. The large Raichu picture appeared again, but this time, there were no cuts or internal organs shown. What was shown was the smiling face of a healthy Raichu beaming at the screen. A message box popped up as the Raichu’s mouth moved as if it was saying the words.
“Thank you, Cameron, for taking me back… oh, and by the way…” the screen changed briefly; the picture now had one paw up, and I saw something in her paw that made my eyes widen and show that no matter how much anyone would prove otherwise, this was no joke or hack.
In her paw… sat the final, missing part to my Pokemon Yellow cartridge.
“I never truly forgot you, either.”
-/-/-/-
I hope you read this and realise; to us, it may seem a game. But Jessica taught me that if you love a game too much, it becomes part of you, so much so that you can’t leave it behind.
I have never, ever restarted or broken a Pokemon game since. I am careful with all my games. I don’t want to upset anybody like Jessica ever again. I’m glad she was so forgiving and loving of me.
If she wasn’t… it could have ended so much worse.
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- Oi eu sou novo aki e tenho uma creppypastas para postar aki, mais primeiro queria resolver uma coisa. O negocio lá do wally, ha duas possibilidades para dizer o q aconteceu.
Primeira.
O pai do Wally viu q não tinha como ele upar com aquele Ralts já que não tinha confusão, e deu duas rare candy pra ele.
Segunda.
Já que não tinha como Wally upar com Ralts o nosso pai emprestou o Zigzagoon pro Ralt até ele pegar o level 6.
Eu acho a segunda mais provável '-', mais sem delongas aki a creppypasta
Ingles:
- Spoiler:
I love Pokemon. I always have, and always will. Not just the game… but the characters themselves.
When I was about six, my Dad bought me my first ever games console; a Yellow Gameboy Colour console with a copy of Pokemon Yellow. I was overjoyed; I had been a hardcore Pokemon fan ever since I started watching the TV shows with my brother and some friends, and every time I would start trying to re-enact some Pokemon. Due to my young age and naive nature, I didn’t know it was just a kids’ show and a game.
My brother was with me, and his own colourless Gameboy (the see-through one that shows all of the funky machinery inside of it) had a copy of Pokemon Blue. I would have gotten Red, but they were out of stock. My brother began his game, along with me, in the car on the way to my Grandmother’s house and we were both instantly hooked. I fell in love with Pikachu instantly, and my mind being naive at a young age made me call it a weird name. Thinking of a girl who I knew who had moved recently (a very close friend of ours), I named my Pikachu ‘Jessica’ as a tribute to her. I got to Pewter City and I had a Butterfree and Pidgey already, similar to Ash in the cartoon. I had to turn it off and begged Dad to buy me new batteries to keep playing, but it was safe to say that I was hooked.
After time, my team grew stronger; it changed, expanding itself and now replacing Butterfree and Pidgeotto with a Sandslash and GORORO, a Dragonite traded to me from my brother. As well as the two of them, my team also added in the Charmander, Squirtle and Bulbasaur that you get during the game. However, one Pokemon never changed throughout the game.
Jessica.
She remained on my team throughout the game. I didn’t mind that she was a little weaker than my other Pokemon because she wasn’t evolved; she held a special place in my heart. Somehow, no matter how many times my brother tried convincing me to evolve her into a Raichu (which was impossible in my game) by trading her to him to let him do it, I never did. I liked Jessica the way she was, and kept training her along with my other Pokemon, hearing the cute “Pika!” as she went into battle and the little animations when I spoke to her.
In fact, she was the first Pokemon on my team to reach level one hundred; my first ever top level Pokemon, the first Pokemon I had ever gotten! My Dad told me I was too into the game, but I saw differently. I saw Jessica as more than just pixels and bytes in a video game; I saw her as a close friend, a companion and someone who would cheer me up when I was down with her “Pika Pika!” every time I pressed the A button on her.
In a sense… I began to love Jessica like a friend, as weird as it sounded.
Soon, Pokemon Gold and Silver came out. I traded my Yellow team to my Pokemon Silver version and trained on that one instead, even getting them all to level one hundred too. Jessica still remained at the head of my party, along with my Yellow team and my new Pokemon Silver team.
I remember watching the anime in Johto, and Ash saying that he valued all of his Pokemon, and treated them like family. I valued my Pokemon in the same way, and Jessica felt like the little sister I never had.
My brother had a tendency to just restart his game when he got bored; I even got Pokemon Red to try to match him and we even had races together. He and I battled occasionally, and he often won, but he could never match up to my Pokemon Yellow team. One day however, one of our younger friends came around and messed with my game without me knowing. He didn’t erase it, but he accidentally evolved Jessica into a Raichu (since it was on my new Crystal version, she couldn’t refuse like she did in Yellow). I felt gutted and a little sad that some of my past had died. To relive some nostalgic moments, I traded my team back to Yellow and began to fight some Pokemon with my team, my love for it being back. Although Jessica wasn’t following me around anymore, I still treated her like the Pikachu I always had. I even spoke to my game a few times, and once or twice I thought she responded to me; if I felt happy, the Raichu’s cry was normal and tough, and if I felt sad it felt slowed down and a little saddened. It might have just been me, but oh well.
When Pokemon Ruby and Sapphire came out, I was distraught that I couldn’t trade Gen I and II Pokemon to them. I felt incredibly sad and finally put down my Pokemon Yellow to pick up a copy of Pokemon Ruby; so what if it was American on a British Gameboy Advance? I began to play and was instantly hooked. I made a new team, but every now and again I went back to my old games. Jessica still made me come back to Yellow, and her Pikachu on the front page sprite made me always happy to see her again.
Unfortunately, my life outside of my Video Games was becoming less fortunate. My mother was getting sick and slowly dying of cancer. The doctors tried everything they could and fought to keep her alive, but everyone knew the end was coming… except me. I was so naive that I never even understood half of what was going on. Sure, I knew Mom was ill, but then… the inevitable happened and it finally smacked me in the face.
I closed myself to reality, playing games and forcing everyone away from me. My thoughts were so misguided and far-fetched. My mind was being distorted and I was doing incredibly badly on my games, even if I was trying to use them as a fail-safe. Ruby was no fun anymore and most of my other games were just plain rubbish. Super Smash Brothers Melee kept me entertained for a while, but soon even that got dull. The only thing left for me now was Yellow.
Somehow, as a failsafe, Jessica and Yellow actually worked. She always seemed to cheer me up, even as a Raichu and her tough battle cry made me keep going forward. I met a girl online and began to fall in love with her; she helped me though several hard times and was also a great Pokemon fan. I got Pearl soon after and began to play that, getting hints and tips from this new friend (who will be known as “S” to protect her identity) and making a new team, buying Pokemon Battle Revolution soon after and battling her on it occasionally.
Everything was getting back together, until one fateful event. One event that would, to me unknowingly, set off a whole chain reaction.
I had come home from school incredibly angry. People at school had been bullying me and a friend had turned on me and seriously upset me. In a blind rage, I had stormed into my room and began to throw things around; my bag, books, drawers – anything that wasn’t secure. Eventually, I calmed down and began to tidy up. Removing things from a pile I had made of heavy objects being thrown, I heard an odd crunching and cracking noise. Digging everything away, I found something that made my anger dissipate into nothing.
There, crushed at the bottom of the pile, was a yellow cartridge for a Gameboy colour game. I only had one yellow Colour game, and that was the game I started with.
…Yellow.
I cried. I think I really cried for quite some time, just holding the smashed bits of my game to my chest. No more nostalgic battles with the Elite four, no more battles with my rival…
…No more Jessica. The Pikachu-to-Raichu I had grown to love as a good friend and almost as a sister.
I felt bad and guilty, but even still, I had other Pokemon games. I had Pearl with an amazing team on it and soon I was going to get Platinum. Would I really miss a Pokemon game that was about seven or eight years old?
I wish I’d paid more attention… I was far too blind and naive.
I began to play Pearl more frequently, challenging S to battles as well as my friends. I moved to a new school and got Platinum, but my depression kept coming back to haunt me. My brother, too, was suffering from depression from the death of our mother, and neither of us were getting any better. Well, I was stable thanks to S, who had now become my girlfriend, but my brother was worse off; my brother wasn’t even going to school anymore. He had lost interest in Pokemon and gone to other fandoms, but I stayed loyal. I still am, to this very day, the number one Pokemon fan in my school.
However, whenever I played my Pokemon games, something lingered at the back of my mind… something that I’d forgotten. Something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on… whatever it was I seemed to get this feeling whenever I saw a member of the ‘chu family in the anime or in the games. It was… odd…
…And a little creepy.
A year and a half later, (approximately six months ago from today), another tragedy struck. My brother, who had slowly been sinking lower and lower into depression, died in his flat suddenly. Nobody told me anything about what happened, but it was enough; my depression came back like a storm and smacked me.
A few days later, I was due to go back to school. I was rummaging through old things that would bring back memories of my brother. Digging in a box, I found a cracked object. Pulling it out, I was surprised to see it was my old Pokemon Yellow cartridge. There was a large chunk of it missing from the front and a lot of the nuts and bolts inside of it were loose and tipped all over the bottom of the box. I took all of them and attempted to find the lost piece of the cover, but to no avail. Finally giving up, I placed it back into the box and put it away. As I did, a name flashed into my mind that made me pause.
“Jessica…”
…Where had I heard that name before? I couldn’t remember. I stuffed it back under my computer desk and left for school.
Things weren’t going very well; after my brother’s death, my mind was going wrong. I was soon hearing voices in my head and I was diagnosed with minor ‘Multiple Personality Disorder’. Pokemon HeartGold, my most recent game, along with S and my two friends (known to you as P and R) were the only things keeping me sane. Soon enough, P suggested I get the new Pokemon games, Pokemon Black and White. I decided to get Black because I liked the look of the white dragon Reshiram. He said that he would get White and we would race to see who could beat the game first, just like me and my brother would have done.
Soon, the game came and we went instantly to playing it. Within three days, I was already with seven badges and a full team. My love of Pokemon would never die, and P was left in the dust with only four badges.
Finally beating the game and getting the Transfer Machine, I borrowed P’s DS and began to scroll through some Pokemon to trade from my HeartGold. I wanted to replace Lightning (my Zebstrika) and Wildfire (my Sumisear) because they were far too weak. Looking through, I came across a Pikachu I had gotten from the Yellow Forest Pokewalker run. It was female, had a modest nature and knew Surf, Volt Tackle, and two other moves I can’t remember.
Perfect.
As a tradition of mine, I always name my Pokemon. This helps me put characteristics to them, and I had done so ever since I could remember. My HeartGold file was loaded and I took the Pikachu to the Name Rater. Pikachu seemed like the only one really worthy of being on my team; I’d already decided to replace Sumisear with another Unova Pokemon. As I went to nickname her, I had a discussion with the other two voices in my head to ask what to call her. As we were talking, my stylus tapped absentmindedly on the screen without me realising it.
As I came back to focus from the conversation with my other two counterparts, I realised that my dawdling had made me press Enter. I rolled my eyes and went to look at the probably silly name I had made.
“Congratulations! From now on, this Pokemon will be known as Jessica!”
“…Jessica…” My eyes widened as I recognised the name from somewhere. Where, I didn’t remember, but it seemed to fit.
Everything from there went smoothly. We decided to stick with that name and sent Jessica to my Black and played that weird capture game thing. It took me two tries to do it, but I finally got my Pokemon to Black. Jessica was shifted to the front of my party, and I began to train her. Things were going as planned; the Lucky Egg and Exp. Point Up power I was using from my C-Gear were working great. I changed her moveset a bit to be more Special-oriented (she had a Modest Nature) and kept on training.
Things started getting strange about thirty minutes after she was in the game.
I had started training Jessica without an Exp. Boost and had just gotten her to level fifty. Level fifty was the level I was planning to evolve her into a Raichu. I pressed A twice to get rid of the stats and then a third time to get rid of the winning battle message.
However, rather than the screen going back to normal, it stayed black for a few seconds. Thinking my game had crashed, I pressed the A button once or twice. A black message box appeared on the screen, as if I’d just received an item, but the text was going slowly, and what was displayed made me frown.
“…remember me…?”
I blinked. I didn’t know what that was. The text box vanished and the screen returned to normal. I guessed it was just some odd glitch for an event; maybe a joke they did since Pikachu was a main Pokemon in the first games. Chuckling a little at a possible gag, I went to my pack and took a Thunderstone, going to click on Jessica. However, rather than the page being replaced by Jessica evolving, a text box appeared, this time the text moving at normal speed.
“Jessica is refusing to take the stone!”
“…Refusing?” I was confused; a Pokemon had never done that to me… except once. Maybe it was a gag again back to this old Pokemon game. Sighing, I closed the bag and began to walk around a bit more, training again. Jessica raised a few more levels until she was level sixty, and I tried with the Thunderstone. Again, Jessica refused, but this time, as I closed the bag, another message appeared; black text box, slow white writing like before.
“…It’s not going to work… now do you remember me…?”
This was starting to creep me out a little. I saved my game and then checked Jessica’s stats.
On the status screen, her stats seemed normal; level sixty, modest nature, holding a Lucky Egg, female… but something was different. It took me a few seconds to notice what it was. The Pokémon’s sprite usually moves on the status screens, but Jessica’s was unmoving. The Pikachu was sat there, staring intently at the screen, and she didn’t look happy like all of the other Pikachu did.
In fact… she looked… angry. Her head was crouched a little and her eyes were narrowed, her cheeks sparking occasionally. She hadn’t been like that when I’d first gotten her. Worried that it could be Pokerus or some form of equivalent, I took her to a Pokemon Centre to see if that little message saying ‘you have Pokerus’ came up. When I spoke to Nurse Joy, she healed my Pokemon and then began to say something else, but what she said wasn’t what I was expecting.
“Oh my… it seems your Jessica isn’t very pleased with you. Did you do something to upset it? You should take better care of your Pokemon.”
I read the screen over and over, trying to understand what I’d done wrong. Was this all a side-effect of some glitch involving Pikachu’s and Thunderstones?
Alarm bells were going off in my head; my other two voices were screaming at me to be careful, but I wanted to get Jessica up to a higher level to battle the Champion and my friend; and so, I began to train again. Once she reached level sixty-five, I checked back on her sprite. Jessica’s sprite had gone back to normal, but something was different. Where-as the Pikachu sprite normally bounced, Jessica did not, and she seemed to be looking at me, her eyes locking onto mine quietly, the detailed brown eyes filled with emotion I never knew could be seen in a game; hatred, anger, resentment, sorrow… they were not happy eyes. As I closed her status page, another message flashed up.
“…You’re a liar… a cruel, heartless killer…”
“K-killer…?!” I stared at the screen. Now I KNEW something was wrong. I quickly grabbed my DS and hurried upstairs in my school to find P and R, both of them in the upstairs lounge. I showed them the game, but as soon as I turned the DS to show them, the message would replace itself with Jessica’s stat screen. I told them to listen to me and begged them to understand, but the two of them were both talking about something else and thought I was just going nuts and being stupid. I resigned myself to possibly thinking that too and headed back downstairs to my room, continuing to train.
As soon as I opened my DS back up, words were on the bottom screen in a slightly larger-than-normal textbox. These words were worrying, however, since it was still on the black text box… but the words themselves were blood red and in a different style of writing, much more blocky and sharp than the rounded edges of the newer writing.
“You kept me close. We were the best of friends. Then you broke me – killed me – and then discarded me. I will never die. I am too close to your heart.”
Jessica’s sprite appeared on the screen, but it was different again. Instead of a happy bouncy Pikachu, her arms were folded and her ears were drooping downwards, her eyes narrowed and her body had turned so it was now facing the screen directly. It was then that I really understood; she wasn’t talking to the character at all.
She was talking to me.
“…J-Jessica…” I whispered, staring at her quietly. The Pikachu’s sprite nodded angrily, and its mouth began to move silently as words appeared on the screen in that same blood-red, digital writing.
“I thought you cared. I thought you really cared. Wasn’t I special to you, Cameron? Wasn’t I your best friend?”
A Yes/No selection box appeared. I lingered, memories slowly beginning to hit my head as the other two voices in my head remained silent, probably just as shocked as I was. Fingers trembling, I selected ‘yes’. Jessica nodded on-screen before her tail flicked and her mouth began to move again.
“Yes. We were partners, you and I. We took down Team Rocket together. We conquered Kanto, Johto, and even Red together… I thought you cared, but I was wrong. You let rage get the better of you and snapped me like a twig. You crushed me, as well as my heart. You killed me. You’re a murderer, Cameron.”
“N-no!” I cried, not realising I was talking aloud; “Jessica, I’m sorry! I really am!” I could feel tears begin to stream down my face, “You’ve got it all wrong!”
There was silence from the screen, before I suddenly heard; “…Pika,” from the speakers. I looked at the screen to see she had turned her back on me and had begun to walk away. I shook my head, frantically pressing the A button to try and do something, but all I got was a swish of her lightning-bolt tail as she faded out. The screen returned to normal, and Black (the character) was facing a Pikachu sprite at the top of some steps. I guessed that this was Jessica, and the little Pikachu-block looked at Black before another text box appeared.
“At the top of Celestial Tower… I will wait for you.”
With that, the screen flashed black and then back to normal. Things were wrong, though. The music had stopped playing, and Black seemed to be moving slightly slower than normal. When I checked my party Pokemon, the first thing I noticed was that Jessica was no longer in my party. The first space was replaced by my starter, Wish, my Samurott. Looking over my Pokemon, I noticed some other things; their cries were not sounded, and their sprites were frozen. The sprites themselves were also only done in certain monochrome colours; yellow, red, blue or what-not, as well as done in large, blocky pixels… just like…
…just like Pokemon Yellow sprites. Everything suddenly hit me; Jessica, my old team, the nostalgia… and finally, what had happened to the cartridge.
Without another word, in real life or in game, I used my trusty Sigilyph (Hynode) to fly to Mistralton City and headed north towards Celestial tower. The music still refused to play, but I was in too much torment with myself to care. The two voices in my head were trying to reassure me that this was some kind of nightmare, but I knew it was all happening. It was all so real… and my throat was incredibly dry. My tears still ran down my face as I entered the tower; the tower of deceased Pokemon.
Pokemon Tower…
As soon as I entered, the atmosphere was different from outside. The room was darker than normal, and there wasn’t anybody there. There was a forlorn silence, but faintly, music was playing. I began to ascend the spiral staircase and the music got louder with every floor I raised. Each floor was how it should be, but much darker and with no Trainers or wild Pokemon. The graves were painted black, and on the final staircase, I saw “CAMERON USED RAGE! JESSICA DIED!” in block red capital letters spiralling up the stairs, one letter on each second step.
I finally reached the top, and, surprisingly, found everybody there; all of the trainers from the tower, the Gym Leaders, Elite Four, Belle, Cheren, N, Alder… they were all here, looking towards the main steps to the bell at the top of the tower. As I approached them, people stopped me. What they said was what shocked me and made my throat dry out even more and fresh tears well up in my eyes.
“Belle: Cameron… how could you do such a thing…?”
“Cheren: You… I looked up to you… how could you betray me…?”
“Alder: This… is unforgivable… but maybe, she will…”
“N: You said that you wanted people and Pokemon to live in peace… then why did you…?”
As I rose the final few steps, Belle, Cheren, N and Alder all followed, blocking the way back out. I went forward and stopped. There, standing in front of the bell, was undeniably… a Raichu sprite. The Raichu rang the bell, the sounds sounding eerie with the music, which I now recognised as the 8-bit Lavender Town music from Pokemon Yellow.
The music suddenly stopped, and another text bubble appeared; black, with white writing.
“…You came, Cameron.”
“…I did…” I whispered quietly to the screen, sniffing as I stared at it. The Raichu sprite turned around and took a few steps towards Black, only stopping one or two spaces away.
“Do you know why I wanted to call you here?”
A ‘yes/no’ box appeared again. I pressed ‘yes’ with shaking thumbs and the Raichu shook its head in response.
“No, you don’t. Don’t lie. I called you here… so you can see what you did to me.” The sprite took a final few steps towards Black, and the screen fuzzed out, the larger sprite replacing most of the screen, like when N sometimes talked. What I saw however almost made me sick.
It was a Raichu, but no Raichu I had ever seen. The creature’s ears were flattened to its skull, a huge gash leading from one ear to the other across the forehead. Blood-stained fur was shown all the way down its face, past its sorrowful eyes and scratched cheeks. Its arms hung limply by its sides and its tail drooped limply over its shoulder, the lightning bolt at the tip of it having had a large chunk ripped out of it. The Raichu’s mouth had dried blood around the lips, and some still dribbling from the corner of its mouth, but it was the main part of the Raichu that terrified me.
Right where the chest was, the abdomen and stomach area of the Raichu too, there was a gaping wound; inside could be seen intestines, bones, cracked ribs and with copious amounts of blood dripping from it, covering the white belly-fur and staining it red. I could see its heart, and with a sickening turn of my stomach, I saw it beating feebly within the shattered ribcage.
Panicking, I pressed A repeatedly to try to get the image away from the screen. Instead, a text-box appeared, the writing digital and red, just like the blood coming from the Raichu.
“What’s wrong, Cameron? Can’t stomach what you did to me? Your closest friend, the one who you so mercilessly killed?”
“I’M SORRY!” I screamed suddenly, staring at the Raichu’s face; “I’M SORRY!!” With that, I crumpled over my screen and sobbed; “J-Jessica, it was an accident! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I didn’t mean to do ANYTHING to you! You’re still my Pokemon! You’re still my friend! None of this was meant to happen, Jess! Don’t… d-don’t hate me, it was all a stupid, stupid accident!”
I cried for a solid few minutes before finally looking at the screen. Jessica had gone, and the overworld Raichu sprite was simply standing there, looking at Black. Nothing was said for a moment, and I simply stared at the screen. Finally, a text box appeared.
“…Was it truly an accident?”
A ‘yes/no’ box appeared. I pressed yes, and there was another pause. The Raichu sprite turned around and walked back to the bell before another text box appeared.
“…Do you regret what you did?”
Another ‘yes/no’ box. I frantically pressed ‘yes’, more tears making their way down my face. There was another pause before Jessica finally turned around, staring back at Black.
“Jessica… believes you.”
I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I saw the Raichu sprite walk back over to Black. The screen flashed up with the gruesome Raichu sprite again, but this time, the sorrowful eyes were replaced with soft ones, a small, weak smile on its face.
“Do you still love me?”
There was no ‘yes/no’ box, but instead, it asked if I wanted to ‘record’ or ‘check mic options’. I knew my DS microphone was fine, so I pressed ‘record’, and took a deep breath.
“…J-Jessica… I’m so sorry for what I did to you… I wish I could reverse what I put you through. I should never have forgotten. You’re not just a bunch of pixels and data, but a being, just like me. I’m really sorry, I promise… I’ll never do it again, ever. I’ll be more careful, I’ll… I’ll never restart a Pokemon game! Ever! All I want…” I took a soft breath, and finally let the last words out; “…Is your forgiveness for my stupidity. …I do still love you, Jessica.”
The picture of Jessica on-screen nodded, and it faded out. The overworld returned, and Jessica appeared again as a Raichu sprite. This time however, Black spun around in a circle and a small Pokeball flew from his hand. A flash of white light engulfed Jessica, and the ball closed. As Black moved forward to pick it up, a new textbox appeared.
“Thank you, Cameron… you really do remember.”
I smiled at the screen and as I did, Cheren, Belle, N and Alder all walked up to Black and surrounded him. The screen faded out and Black re-appeared in front of the bell. He rang the bell, and the usual message appeared. Instead of what normally happens, however, Black walked away from the bell with the screen still focused on it. As it faded, I saw a few ghost silhouettes; a Charizard… a Blastoise… a Venusaur… a Sandslash… and a Dragonite.
All of my old Pokemon Yellow team… had been laid to rest in the Celestial Tower. Never returning… but never being forgotten.
The screen blacked out and returned me to Mistralton city. A message popped up saying that the game had been saved. I checked my Pokemon and saw Jessica in my sixth slot. Opening her page, a huge wave of nostalgia and comfort greeted me and my two other-voices as we looked at the screen.
Greeting us was a level 100 Raichu, Modest nature, female and with the nickname “Jessica”, and OT as “CAM”, which was my Pokemon Yellow character name. Moving to the moves section, I saw that her stats were exactly how they were left in Yellow, and her moveset was exactly the same as her old Yellow moveset; Thunderbolt, Double Team, Submission and Surf. I smiled broadly; she had forgiven me and decided to join me once again.
As I pressed B to leave the page, one final message popped up. The large Raichu picture appeared again, but this time, there were no cuts or internal organs shown. What was shown was the smiling face of a healthy Raichu beaming at the screen. A message box popped up as the Raichu’s mouth moved as if it was saying the words.
“Thank you, Cameron, for taking me back… oh, and by the way…” the screen changed briefly; the picture now had one paw up, and I saw something in her paw that made my eyes widen and show that no matter how much anyone would prove otherwise, this was no joke or hack.
In her paw… sat the final, missing part to my Pokemon Yellow cartridge.
“I never truly forgot you, either.”
-/-/-/-
I hope you read this and realise; to us, it may seem a game. But Jessica taught me that if you love a game too much, it becomes part of you, so much so that you can’t leave it behind.
I have never, ever restarted or broken a Pokemon game since. I am careful with all my games. I don’t want to upset anybody like Jessica ever again. I’m glad she was so forgiving and loving of me.
If she wasn’t… it could have ended so much worse.
Eu tinha essa no pc faz um tempo, mais acho q é de alguem no pokeevo, algo do tipo :s Bom saber que essa história acabou bem, de certa forma eu sei como ele se sente.
Vou ver se consigo traduzir...________________ CAMPANHA MAS ≠ MAIS - Salvem a língua portuguesa da extinção.  Olá Convidado Leia e Comente a minha Fic:PMD: Time Of Darkness Não vai se arrepender... - Spoiler:
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- Oi eu sou novo aki e tenho uma creppypastas para postar aki, mais primeiro queria resolver uma coisa. O negocio lá do wally, ha duas possibilidades para dizer o q aconteceu.
Primeira.
O pai do Wally viu q não tinha como ele upar com aquele Ralts já que não tinha confusão, e deu duas rare candy pra ele.
Segunda.
Já que não tinha como Wally upar com Ralts o nosso pai emprestou o Zigzagoon pro Ralt até ele pegar o level 6.
Eu acho a segunda mais provável '-', mais sem delongas aki a creppypasta
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I love Pokemon. I always have, and always will. Not just the game… but the characters themselves.
When I was about six, my Dad bought me my first ever games console; a Yellow Gameboy Colour console with a copy of Pokemon Yellow. I was overjoyed; I had been a hardcore Pokemon fan ever since I started watching the TV shows with my brother and some friends, and every time I would start trying to re-enact some Pokemon. Due to my young age and naive nature, I didn’t know it was just a kids’ show and a game.
My brother was with me, and his own colourless Gameboy (the see-through one that shows all of the funky machinery inside of it) had a copy of Pokemon Blue. I would have gotten Red, but they were out of stock. My brother began his game, along with me, in the car on the way to my Grandmother’s house and we were both instantly hooked. I fell in love with Pikachu instantly, and my mind being naive at a young age made me call it a weird name. Thinking of a girl who I knew who had moved recently (a very close friend of ours), I named my Pikachu ‘Jessica’ as a tribute to her. I got to Pewter City and I had a Butterfree and Pidgey already, similar to Ash in the cartoon. I had to turn it off and begged Dad to buy me new batteries to keep playing, but it was safe to say that I was hooked.
After time, my team grew stronger; it changed, expanding itself and now replacing Butterfree and Pidgeotto with a Sandslash and GORORO, a Dragonite traded to me from my brother. As well as the two of them, my team also added in the Charmander, Squirtle and Bulbasaur that you get during the game. However, one Pokemon never changed throughout the game.
Jessica.
She remained on my team throughout the game. I didn’t mind that she was a little weaker than my other Pokemon because she wasn’t evolved; she held a special place in my heart. Somehow, no matter how many times my brother tried convincing me to evolve her into a Raichu (which was impossible in my game) by trading her to him to let him do it, I never did. I liked Jessica the way she was, and kept training her along with my other Pokemon, hearing the cute “Pika!” as she went into battle and the little animations when I spoke to her.
In fact, she was the first Pokemon on my team to reach level one hundred; my first ever top level Pokemon, the first Pokemon I had ever gotten! My Dad told me I was too into the game, but I saw differently. I saw Jessica as more than just pixels and bytes in a video game; I saw her as a close friend, a companion and someone who would cheer me up when I was down with her “Pika Pika!” every time I pressed the A button on her.
In a sense… I began to love Jessica like a friend, as weird as it sounded.
Soon, Pokemon Gold and Silver came out. I traded my Yellow team to my Pokemon Silver version and trained on that one instead, even getting them all to level one hundred too. Jessica still remained at the head of my party, along with my Yellow team and my new Pokemon Silver team.
I remember watching the anime in Johto, and Ash saying that he valued all of his Pokemon, and treated them like family. I valued my Pokemon in the same way, and Jessica felt like the little sister I never had.
My brother had a tendency to just restart his game when he got bored; I even got Pokemon Red to try to match him and we even had races together. He and I battled occasionally, and he often won, but he could never match up to my Pokemon Yellow team. One day however, one of our younger friends came around and messed with my game without me knowing. He didn’t erase it, but he accidentally evolved Jessica into a Raichu (since it was on my new Crystal version, she couldn’t refuse like she did in Yellow). I felt gutted and a little sad that some of my past had died. To relive some nostalgic moments, I traded my team back to Yellow and began to fight some Pokemon with my team, my love for it being back. Although Jessica wasn’t following me around anymore, I still treated her like the Pikachu I always had. I even spoke to my game a few times, and once or twice I thought she responded to me; if I felt happy, the Raichu’s cry was normal and tough, and if I felt sad it felt slowed down and a little saddened. It might have just been me, but oh well.
When Pokemon Ruby and Sapphire came out, I was distraught that I couldn’t trade Gen I and II Pokemon to them. I felt incredibly sad and finally put down my Pokemon Yellow to pick up a copy of Pokemon Ruby; so what if it was American on a British Gameboy Advance? I began to play and was instantly hooked. I made a new team, but every now and again I went back to my old games. Jessica still made me come back to Yellow, and her Pikachu on the front page sprite made me always happy to see her again.
Unfortunately, my life outside of my Video Games was becoming less fortunate. My mother was getting sick and slowly dying of cancer. The doctors tried everything they could and fought to keep her alive, but everyone knew the end was coming… except me. I was so naive that I never even understood half of what was going on. Sure, I knew Mom was ill, but then… the inevitable happened and it finally smacked me in the face.
I closed myself to reality, playing games and forcing everyone away from me. My thoughts were so misguided and far-fetched. My mind was being distorted and I was doing incredibly badly on my games, even if I was trying to use them as a fail-safe. Ruby was no fun anymore and most of my other games were just plain rubbish. Super Smash Brothers Melee kept me entertained for a while, but soon even that got dull. The only thing left for me now was Yellow.
Somehow, as a failsafe, Jessica and Yellow actually worked. She always seemed to cheer me up, even as a Raichu and her tough battle cry made me keep going forward. I met a girl online and began to fall in love with her; she helped me though several hard times and was also a great Pokemon fan. I got Pearl soon after and began to play that, getting hints and tips from this new friend (who will be known as “S” to protect her identity) and making a new team, buying Pokemon Battle Revolution soon after and battling her on it occasionally.
Everything was getting back together, until one fateful event. One event that would, to me unknowingly, set off a whole chain reaction.
I had come home from school incredibly angry. People at school had been bullying me and a friend had turned on me and seriously upset me. In a blind rage, I had stormed into my room and began to throw things around; my bag, books, drawers – anything that wasn’t secure. Eventually, I calmed down and began to tidy up. Removing things from a pile I had made of heavy objects being thrown, I heard an odd crunching and cracking noise. Digging everything away, I found something that made my anger dissipate into nothing.
There, crushed at the bottom of the pile, was a yellow cartridge for a Gameboy colour game. I only had one yellow Colour game, and that was the game I started with.
…Yellow.
I cried. I think I really cried for quite some time, just holding the smashed bits of my game to my chest. No more nostalgic battles with the Elite four, no more battles with my rival…
…No more Jessica. The Pikachu-to-Raichu I had grown to love as a good friend and almost as a sister.
I felt bad and guilty, but even still, I had other Pokemon games. I had Pearl with an amazing team on it and soon I was going to get Platinum. Would I really miss a Pokemon game that was about seven or eight years old?
I wish I’d paid more attention… I was far too blind and naive.
I began to play Pearl more frequently, challenging S to battles as well as my friends. I moved to a new school and got Platinum, but my depression kept coming back to haunt me. My brother, too, was suffering from depression from the death of our mother, and neither of us were getting any better. Well, I was stable thanks to S, who had now become my girlfriend, but my brother was worse off; my brother wasn’t even going to school anymore. He had lost interest in Pokemon and gone to other fandoms, but I stayed loyal. I still am, to this very day, the number one Pokemon fan in my school.
However, whenever I played my Pokemon games, something lingered at the back of my mind… something that I’d forgotten. Something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on… whatever it was I seemed to get this feeling whenever I saw a member of the ‘chu family in the anime or in the games. It was… odd…
…And a little creepy.
A year and a half later, (approximately six months ago from today), another tragedy struck. My brother, who had slowly been sinking lower and lower into depression, died in his flat suddenly. Nobody told me anything about what happened, but it was enough; my depression came back like a storm and smacked me.
A few days later, I was due to go back to school. I was rummaging through old things that would bring back memories of my brother. Digging in a box, I found a cracked object. Pulling it out, I was surprised to see it was my old Pokemon Yellow cartridge. There was a large chunk of it missing from the front and a lot of the nuts and bolts inside of it were loose and tipped all over the bottom of the box. I took all of them and attempted to find the lost piece of the cover, but to no avail. Finally giving up, I placed it back into the box and put it away. As I did, a name flashed into my mind that made me pause.
“Jessica…”
…Where had I heard that name before? I couldn’t remember. I stuffed it back under my computer desk and left for school.
Things weren’t going very well; after my brother’s death, my mind was going wrong. I was soon hearing voices in my head and I was diagnosed with minor ‘Multiple Personality Disorder’. Pokemon HeartGold, my most recent game, along with S and my two friends (known to you as P and R) were the only things keeping me sane. Soon enough, P suggested I get the new Pokemon games, Pokemon Black and White. I decided to get Black because I liked the look of the white dragon Reshiram. He said that he would get White and we would race to see who could beat the game first, just like me and my brother would have done.
Soon, the game came and we went instantly to playing it. Within three days, I was already with seven badges and a full team. My love of Pokemon would never die, and P was left in the dust with only four badges.
Finally beating the game and getting the Transfer Machine, I borrowed P’s DS and began to scroll through some Pokemon to trade from my HeartGold. I wanted to replace Lightning (my Zebstrika) and Wildfire (my Sumisear) because they were far too weak. Looking through, I came across a Pikachu I had gotten from the Yellow Forest Pokewalker run. It was female, had a modest nature and knew Surf, Volt Tackle, and two other moves I can’t remember.
Perfect.
As a tradition of mine, I always name my Pokemon. This helps me put characteristics to them, and I had done so ever since I could remember. My HeartGold file was loaded and I took the Pikachu to the Name Rater. Pikachu seemed like the only one really worthy of being on my team; I’d already decided to replace Sumisear with another Unova Pokemon. As I went to nickname her, I had a discussion with the other two voices in my head to ask what to call her. As we were talking, my stylus tapped absentmindedly on the screen without me realising it.
As I came back to focus from the conversation with my other two counterparts, I realised that my dawdling had made me press Enter. I rolled my eyes and went to look at the probably silly name I had made.
“Congratulations! From now on, this Pokemon will be known as Jessica!”
“…Jessica…” My eyes widened as I recognised the name from somewhere. Where, I didn’t remember, but it seemed to fit.
Everything from there went smoothly. We decided to stick with that name and sent Jessica to my Black and played that weird capture game thing. It took me two tries to do it, but I finally got my Pokemon to Black. Jessica was shifted to the front of my party, and I began to train her. Things were going as planned; the Lucky Egg and Exp. Point Up power I was using from my C-Gear were working great. I changed her moveset a bit to be more Special-oriented (she had a Modest Nature) and kept on training.
Things started getting strange about thirty minutes after she was in the game.
I had started training Jessica without an Exp. Boost and had just gotten her to level fifty. Level fifty was the level I was planning to evolve her into a Raichu. I pressed A twice to get rid of the stats and then a third time to get rid of the winning battle message.
However, rather than the screen going back to normal, it stayed black for a few seconds. Thinking my game had crashed, I pressed the A button once or twice. A black message box appeared on the screen, as if I’d just received an item, but the text was going slowly, and what was displayed made me frown.
“…remember me…?”
I blinked. I didn’t know what that was. The text box vanished and the screen returned to normal. I guessed it was just some odd glitch for an event; maybe a joke they did since Pikachu was a main Pokemon in the first games. Chuckling a little at a possible gag, I went to my pack and took a Thunderstone, going to click on Jessica. However, rather than the page being replaced by Jessica evolving, a text box appeared, this time the text moving at normal speed.
“Jessica is refusing to take the stone!”
“…Refusing?” I was confused; a Pokemon had never done that to me… except once. Maybe it was a gag again back to this old Pokemon game. Sighing, I closed the bag and began to walk around a bit more, training again. Jessica raised a few more levels until she was level sixty, and I tried with the Thunderstone. Again, Jessica refused, but this time, as I closed the bag, another message appeared; black text box, slow white writing like before.
“…It’s not going to work… now do you remember me…?”
This was starting to creep me out a little. I saved my game and then checked Jessica’s stats.
On the status screen, her stats seemed normal; level sixty, modest nature, holding a Lucky Egg, female… but something was different. It took me a few seconds to notice what it was. The Pokémon’s sprite usually moves on the status screens, but Jessica’s was unmoving. The Pikachu was sat there, staring intently at the screen, and she didn’t look happy like all of the other Pikachu did.
In fact… she looked… angry. Her head was crouched a little and her eyes were narrowed, her cheeks sparking occasionally. She hadn’t been like that when I’d first gotten her. Worried that it could be Pokerus or some form of equivalent, I took her to a Pokemon Centre to see if that little message saying ‘you have Pokerus’ came up. When I spoke to Nurse Joy, she healed my Pokemon and then began to say something else, but what she said wasn’t what I was expecting.
“Oh my… it seems your Jessica isn’t very pleased with you. Did you do something to upset it? You should take better care of your Pokemon.”
I read the screen over and over, trying to understand what I’d done wrong. Was this all a side-effect of some glitch involving Pikachu’s and Thunderstones?
Alarm bells were going off in my head; my other two voices were screaming at me to be careful, but I wanted to get Jessica up to a higher level to battle the Champion and my friend; and so, I began to train again. Once she reached level sixty-five, I checked back on her sprite. Jessica’s sprite had gone back to normal, but something was different. Where-as the Pikachu sprite normally bounced, Jessica did not, and she seemed to be looking at me, her eyes locking onto mine quietly, the detailed brown eyes filled with emotion I never knew could be seen in a game; hatred, anger, resentment, sorrow… they were not happy eyes. As I closed her status page, another message flashed up.
“…You’re a liar… a cruel, heartless killer…”
“K-killer…?!” I stared at the screen. Now I KNEW something was wrong. I quickly grabbed my DS and hurried upstairs in my school to find P and R, both of them in the upstairs lounge. I showed them the game, but as soon as I turned the DS to show them, the message would replace itself with Jessica’s stat screen. I told them to listen to me and begged them to understand, but the two of them were both talking about something else and thought I was just going nuts and being stupid. I resigned myself to possibly thinking that too and headed back downstairs to my room, continuing to train.
As soon as I opened my DS back up, words were on the bottom screen in a slightly larger-than-normal textbox. These words were worrying, however, since it was still on the black text box… but the words themselves were blood red and in a different style of writing, much more blocky and sharp than the rounded edges of the newer writing.
“You kept me close. We were the best of friends. Then you broke me – killed me – and then discarded me. I will never die. I am too close to your heart.”
Jessica’s sprite appeared on the screen, but it was different again. Instead of a happy bouncy Pikachu, her arms were folded and her ears were drooping downwards, her eyes narrowed and her body had turned so it was now facing the screen directly. It was then that I really understood; she wasn’t talking to the character at all.
She was talking to me.
“…J-Jessica…” I whispered, staring at her quietly. The Pikachu’s sprite nodded angrily, and its mouth began to move silently as words appeared on the screen in that same blood-red, digital writing.
“I thought you cared. I thought you really cared. Wasn’t I special to you, Cameron? Wasn’t I your best friend?”
A Yes/No selection box appeared. I lingered, memories slowly beginning to hit my head as the other two voices in my head remained silent, probably just as shocked as I was. Fingers trembling, I selected ‘yes’. Jessica nodded on-screen before her tail flicked and her mouth began to move again.
“Yes. We were partners, you and I. We took down Team Rocket together. We conquered Kanto, Johto, and even Red together… I thought you cared, but I was wrong. You let rage get the better of you and snapped me like a twig. You crushed me, as well as my heart. You killed me. You’re a murderer, Cameron.”
“N-no!” I cried, not realising I was talking aloud; “Jessica, I’m sorry! I really am!” I could feel tears begin to stream down my face, “You’ve got it all wrong!”
There was silence from the screen, before I suddenly heard; “…Pika,” from the speakers. I looked at the screen to see she had turned her back on me and had begun to walk away. I shook my head, frantically pressing the A button to try and do something, but all I got was a swish of her lightning-bolt tail as she faded out. The screen returned to normal, and Black (the character) was facing a Pikachu sprite at the top of some steps. I guessed that this was Jessica, and the little Pikachu-block looked at Black before another text box appeared.
“At the top of Celestial Tower… I will wait for you.”
With that, the screen flashed black and then back to normal. Things were wrong, though. The music had stopped playing, and Black seemed to be moving slightly slower than normal. When I checked my party Pokemon, the first thing I noticed was that Jessica was no longer in my party. The first space was replaced by my starter, Wish, my Samurott. Looking over my Pokemon, I noticed some other things; their cries were not sounded, and their sprites were frozen. The sprites themselves were also only done in certain monochrome colours; yellow, red, blue or what-not, as well as done in large, blocky pixels… just like…
…just like Pokemon Yellow sprites. Everything suddenly hit me; Jessica, my old team, the nostalgia… and finally, what had happened to the cartridge.
Without another word, in real life or in game, I used my trusty Sigilyph (Hynode) to fly to Mistralton City and headed north towards Celestial tower. The music still refused to play, but I was in too much torment with myself to care. The two voices in my head were trying to reassure me that this was some kind of nightmare, but I knew it was all happening. It was all so real… and my throat was incredibly dry. My tears still ran down my face as I entered the tower; the tower of deceased Pokemon.
Pokemon Tower…
As soon as I entered, the atmosphere was different from outside. The room was darker than normal, and there wasn’t anybody there. There was a forlorn silence, but faintly, music was playing. I began to ascend the spiral staircase and the music got louder with every floor I raised. Each floor was how it should be, but much darker and with no Trainers or wild Pokemon. The graves were painted black, and on the final staircase, I saw “CAMERON USED RAGE! JESSICA DIED!” in block red capital letters spiralling up the stairs, one letter on each second step.
I finally reached the top, and, surprisingly, found everybody there; all of the trainers from the tower, the Gym Leaders, Elite Four, Belle, Cheren, N, Alder… they were all here, looking towards the main steps to the bell at the top of the tower. As I approached them, people stopped me. What they said was what shocked me and made my throat dry out even more and fresh tears well up in my eyes.
“Belle: Cameron… how could you do such a thing…?”
“Cheren: You… I looked up to you… how could you betray me…?”
“Alder: This… is unforgivable… but maybe, she will…”
“N: You said that you wanted people and Pokemon to live in peace… then why did you…?”
As I rose the final few steps, Belle, Cheren, N and Alder all followed, blocking the way back out. I went forward and stopped. There, standing in front of the bell, was undeniably… a Raichu sprite. The Raichu rang the bell, the sounds sounding eerie with the music, which I now recognised as the 8-bit Lavender Town music from Pokemon Yellow.
The music suddenly stopped, and another text bubble appeared; black, with white writing.
“…You came, Cameron.”
“…I did…” I whispered quietly to the screen, sniffing as I stared at it. The Raichu sprite turned around and took a few steps towards Black, only stopping one or two spaces away.
“Do you know why I wanted to call you here?”
A ‘yes/no’ box appeared again. I pressed ‘yes’ with shaking thumbs and the Raichu shook its head in response.
“No, you don’t. Don’t lie. I called you here… so you can see what you did to me.” The sprite took a final few steps towards Black, and the screen fuzzed out, the larger sprite replacing most of the screen, like when N sometimes talked. What I saw however almost made me sick.
It was a Raichu, but no Raichu I had ever seen. The creature’s ears were flattened to its skull, a huge gash leading from one ear to the other across the forehead. Blood-stained fur was shown all the way down its face, past its sorrowful eyes and scratched cheeks. Its arms hung limply by its sides and its tail drooped limply over its shoulder, the lightning bolt at the tip of it having had a large chunk ripped out of it. The Raichu’s mouth had dried blood around the lips, and some still dribbling from the corner of its mouth, but it was the main part of the Raichu that terrified me.
Right where the chest was, the abdomen and stomach area of the Raichu too, there was a gaping wound; inside could be seen intestines, bones, cracked ribs and with copious amounts of blood dripping from it, covering the white belly-fur and staining it red. I could see its heart, and with a sickening turn of my stomach, I saw it beating feebly within the shattered ribcage.
Panicking, I pressed A repeatedly to try to get the image away from the screen. Instead, a text-box appeared, the writing digital and red, just like the blood coming from the Raichu.
“What’s wrong, Cameron? Can’t stomach what you did to me? Your closest friend, the one who you so mercilessly killed?”
“I’M SORRY!” I screamed suddenly, staring at the Raichu’s face; “I’M SORRY!!” With that, I crumpled over my screen and sobbed; “J-Jessica, it was an accident! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I didn’t mean to do ANYTHING to you! You’re still my Pokemon! You’re still my friend! None of this was meant to happen, Jess! Don’t… d-don’t hate me, it was all a stupid, stupid accident!”
I cried for a solid few minutes before finally looking at the screen. Jessica had gone, and the overworld Raichu sprite was simply standing there, looking at Black. Nothing was said for a moment, and I simply stared at the screen. Finally, a text box appeared.
“…Was it truly an accident?”
A ‘yes/no’ box appeared. I pressed yes, and there was another pause. The Raichu sprite turned around and walked back to the bell before another text box appeared.
“…Do you regret what you did?”
Another ‘yes/no’ box. I frantically pressed ‘yes’, more tears making their way down my face. There was another pause before Jessica finally turned around, staring back at Black.
“Jessica… believes you.”
I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I saw the Raichu sprite walk back over to Black. The screen flashed up with the gruesome Raichu sprite again, but this time, the sorrowful eyes were replaced with soft ones, a small, weak smile on its face.
“Do you still love me?”
There was no ‘yes/no’ box, but instead, it asked if I wanted to ‘record’ or ‘check mic options’. I knew my DS microphone was fine, so I pressed ‘record’, and took a deep breath.
“…J-Jessica… I’m so sorry for what I did to you… I wish I could reverse what I put you through. I should never have forgotten. You’re not just a bunch of pixels and data, but a being, just like me. I’m really sorry, I promise… I’ll never do it again, ever. I’ll be more careful, I’ll… I’ll never restart a Pokemon game! Ever! All I want…” I took a soft breath, and finally let the last words out; “…Is your forgiveness for my stupidity. …I do still love you, Jessica.”
The picture of Jessica on-screen nodded, and it faded out. The overworld returned, and Jessica appeared again as a Raichu sprite. This time however, Black spun around in a circle and a small Pokeball flew from his hand. A flash of white light engulfed Jessica, and the ball closed. As Black moved forward to pick it up, a new textbox appeared.
“Thank you, Cameron… you really do remember.”
I smiled at the screen and as I did, Cheren, Belle, N and Alder all walked up to Black and surrounded him. The screen faded out and Black re-appeared in front of the bell. He rang the bell, and the usual message appeared. Instead of what normally happens, however, Black walked away from the bell with the screen still focused on it. As it faded, I saw a few ghost silhouettes; a Charizard… a Blastoise… a Venusaur… a Sandslash… and a Dragonite.
All of my old Pokemon Yellow team… had been laid to rest in the Celestial Tower. Never returning… but never being forgotten.
The screen blacked out and returned me to Mistralton city. A message popped up saying that the game had been saved. I checked my Pokemon and saw Jessica in my sixth slot. Opening her page, a huge wave of nostalgia and comfort greeted me and my two other-voices as we looked at the screen.
Greeting us was a level 100 Raichu, Modest nature, female and with the nickname “Jessica”, and OT as “CAM”, which was my Pokemon Yellow character name. Moving to the moves section, I saw that her stats were exactly how they were left in Yellow, and her moveset was exactly the same as her old Yellow moveset; Thunderbolt, Double Team, Submission and Surf. I smiled broadly; she had forgiven me and decided to join me once again.
As I pressed B to leave the page, one final message popped up. The large Raichu picture appeared again, but this time, there were no cuts or internal organs shown. What was shown was the smiling face of a healthy Raichu beaming at the screen. A message box popped up as the Raichu’s mouth moved as if it was saying the words.
“Thank you, Cameron, for taking me back… oh, and by the way…” the screen changed briefly; the picture now had one paw up, and I saw something in her paw that made my eyes widen and show that no matter how much anyone would prove otherwise, this was no joke or hack.
In her paw… sat the final, missing part to my Pokemon Yellow cartridge.
“I never truly forgot you, either.”
-/-/-/-
I hope you read this and realise; to us, it may seem a game. But Jessica taught me that if you love a game too much, it becomes part of you, so much so that you can’t leave it behind.
I have never, ever restarted or broken a Pokemon game since. I am careful with all my games. I don’t want to upset anybody like Jessica ever again. I’m glad she was so forgiving and loving of me.
If she wasn’t… it could have ended so much worse.
Eu tinha essa no pc faz um tempo, mais acho q é de alguem no pokeevo, algo do tipo :s Gostei dessa creppypasta, de certa forma eu sei como ele se sente².T-T...Swampert...T-T | |
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| | Assunto: Re: Mindfucks/creepypastas em pokémon Dom 17 Jul 2011 - 17:38 | |
| Hei preciso de uma ajuda aki, eu achei esse site http://fyeahpokemoncreepypasta.tumblr.com/ que tem cetenas de creepypastas de pokemon, porem é tudo em inglês, e tem algumas que são ruins, queria uma ajuda pra achar as melhores, enquanto a pokemon chanel eu vou postar de noite q eu ja tenho q sair meus amigos ja tão esperando.
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| | Assunto: Re: Mindfucks/creepypastas em pokémon Dom 17 Jul 2011 - 18:30 | |
| UoooU.
Primeira vez lendo esse tópico,...,medo,muito medo,mas há alguns erros,estou traumatizado por causa do Sousuke, dos games red green. ________________
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| | Assunto: Re: Mindfucks/creepypastas em pokémon Ter 19 Jul 2011 - 11:48 | |
| Aki a do Pokemon channel, só tava procurando os creditos pela tradução :S - Spoiler:
Eu fui introduzida ao “reino dos videogames” um pouco mais tarde do que as outras pessoas. Na minha infância fui isolada das outras crianças e não podia interagir com elas. Meus dias eram passados em uma prisão como a escola e minhas noites assistindo TV. Minha vida estava chata e entediante, tudo que eu tinha eram os meus bichos de pelúcia e brinquedos de plástico para conversar.
Foi aí que eu recebi um Gamecube.
Foi no natal de 2003, eu acredito. Eu não acreditava que tinha meu próprio videogame. Ele veio com o Super Mario Sunshine, Pac Man World 2 e Pokemon Channel. Todos esses jogos estão em um lugar especial do meu coração hoje. Logo quando conectaram o Gamecube com a minha TV eu comecei a jogar imediatamente.
O primeiro jogo que eu joguei foi Super Mario Sunshine. Esse foi o jogo que me introduziu aos jogos do Mario. Depois de jogá-lo por muitas horas, achei um level que eu não conseguia passar. Logo, comecei a jogar Pac Man World. Incrivelmente, eu fiquei presa no level 2. Furiosa, eu saí do jogo e comecei a jogar o meu primeiro jogo de Pokemon:
Pokemon Channel.
Logo quando eu comecei o jogo eu sabia que ele iria ser diferente dos outros dois. Não demorou muito para eu me apaixonar pelo jogo. Até que chegou a hora de eu nomear meu Pikachu. Eu o nomeei BRVR, abreviação para “Brother”. Eu não sei o que me dei para o chamar assim, isso não parecia nem um pouco como “Brother”. Eu nunca vou saber o porque, mas eu gostei muito de jogar aquele jogo.
Não tem jeito de descrever o amor que eu sentia por aquele jogo. Aquilo era tudo que eu sonhava. Naquele jogo eu tinha um amigo que eu podia brincar. Eu podia assistir TV com meu melhor amigo BRVR, podia pescar com ele, podia jogar damas com ele, falar com os outros Pokemons com ele, plantar um jardim com ele, construir um boneco de neve com ele, explorar as ruínas com ele, tocar musicas com ele, sentar em volta de fogueiras e contar histórias com ele, admirar as estrelas com ele, todas as coisas que eu nunca podia fazer na vida real eu podia fazer nesse mundo virtual. Com BRVR. O melhor amigo que eu nunca tive.
Eu estava obviamente viciada nesse jogo, mas eu não tinha nada para fazer com meu tempo, então eu preferia passá-lo jogando. Insensível as coisas que aconteciam no mundo real, eu preferia viver nessa fantasia Pokemon com meu melhor amigo BRVR.
BRVR parecia mais do que apenas uma animação 3D forçada a fazer ações baseadas na programação do jogo, ele parecia real para mim. Se eu estava triste em um dia, ele aparecia e agia como se estivesse deprimido também. Se eu estava com raiva, ele podia expressar minha raiva enquanto eu jogava também. Se eu precisava de alguma coisa para me animar, ele podia agir como um palhaço e fazer coisas idiotas também. Mais tarde, quando eu cresci, eu assumi que nenhuma dessas coisas estranhas tinha acontecido. Quando eu era pequena eu apenas tinha imaginado isso. Mas ainda era divertido imaginar que era real.
Os anos passaram e eu ganhei mais jogos. Eu também ganhei um Gameboy, que veio com muitos outros jogos de Pokemon, onde eu podia ter mais do que um Pikachu. Meus interesses giravam em volta de diversas séries como Mario e Sonic. Depois de jogar Pokemon Channel muitas vezes, sempre fazendo as mesmas coisas, ele começou a ficar um pouco entediante. Eu comecei a jogar mais jogos, mas eu sempre jogava Pokemon Channel de vez em quando.
Eventualmente, eu mudei de escola e minha vida mudou. Eu fui de uma escola particular cristã para uma escola pública e meus olhos se abriram para a realidade. Eu comecei a aprender mais coisas sobre a vida real, que me ajudaram a gostar mais dela. As pessoas não eram cruéis comigo, elas me diziam “oi” quando eu passava por elas nos corredores. Eu descobri que eu podia fazer mais do que jogar videogames, eu podia desenhar, ouvir milhares de músicas.
Mas a melhor parte foi que quando eu ganhei uma amiga. Uma amiga de verdade. Uma que tinha sangue e carne. Ela era engraçada, e me ajudou a me acostumar a escola. Ela era uma pessoa que eu podia falar, além de meus pais. Nós duas tínhamos a mesma personalidade imatura. Tínhamos tudo a ver. Eu finalmente tinha uma melhor amiga.
Quando eu crescia (tanto no corpo quanto na mente) Pokemon Channel foi lentamente sendo esquecido. Eu comecei a jogar jogos melhores. Quase todos as coisas que eu podia fazer no jogo eu podia fazer na vida real agora. BRVR foi substituido por minha melhor amiga da vida real. Ele e o jogo foram ficando obsoletos, esquecidos numa prateleira empoeirada no canto escuro do meu quarto.
Nos próximos anos da minha vida foram dourados. Todo dia eu conseguia aprender uma coisa nova e eu me divertia com a minha melhor amiga. Eu fiz outros amigos também, mas nenhum podia se comparar a minha melhor amiga. Eu sempre conseguia jogos novos, dinheiro, desenhar alguma coisa, ouvir musica e fazer coisas com a minha melhor amiga. Eu nunca desejei nada mais.
Coisas boas não duram para sempre.
Eventualmente, eu tive que me mudar. Eu protestei, mas nada adiantou. Tentei parar as lágrimas que caiam dos meus olhos. Eu disse adeus a minha melhor amiga no meu ultimo dia de aula. Nos próximos dias eu chorei enquanto tentava dormir em minha nova casa, mas eventualmente eu parei. Ter uma das minhas principais razões de viver minha vida foi rasgada, meu coração nunca vai ser completamente curado, mas a dor começou a ficar mais fraca.
Eu continuei a ter contato com a minha melhor amiga. Nós duas tínhamos contas no Youtube e falávamos pela internet. Ainda nos chamávamos para dormir nas casas uma da outra e as vezes ver um filme juntas. Mas doía eu não poder vê-la na escola. Eu fiz novos amigos em minha nova escola, talvez até mais do que na minha escola antiga, mas nenhum deles conseguia ser engraçado como a minha melhor amiga. Nenhum podia a substituir.
Mas quando eu me acostumei com esse estilo de vida, uma das coisas mais terríveis aconteceu. Para a segurança dela, eu não vou dizer o que minha amiga fez, mas ela fez uma coisa horrível e minha mãe se recusou a me deixar falar com ela ou vê-la novamente. Meu coração foi quebrado em milhões de pedaços. Não havia mais nenhum motivo para eu viver. Eu sentia como minha única amiga tinha ido embora para sempre.
Eu agora tive que voltar aos meus velhos hábitos, jogar videogames e me isolar do resto do mundo. Eu não passeava mais como antes. Eu me recusava a sair do meu quarto, além de ir para a escola, comer, usar o banheiro e visitar meu pai todo fim de semana, Agora minha melhor amiga foi tirada de mim, eu não tinha nada para fazer na vida real, então eu tinha que ter alguma coisa para substituir o que eu fazia.
Procurando na minha velha estante de jogos, eu encontrei o Pokemon Channel. Eu tirei o pó da capa. Eu sentia como se fosse uma eternidade dês de que eu tinha visto o jogo pela ultima vez. Eu inseri o jogo no Gamecube, agarrei meu controle e esperei por meu velho amigo virtual BRVR.
Uma lágrima caiu dos meus olhos quando as memórias foram voltando enquanto eu olhava para a tela de título. Depois do momento de nostalgia, eu selecionei “continue”. Eu soquei o botão “Yes” quando ele me perguntou se era aquele save data que eu queria carregar. A transição de pokébolas passou na tela. Eu não conseguia esperar mais para ver meu amigo BRVR de novo.
Quando a transição acabou, eu apareci no meu quarto. A cutscene do Pikachu que está dormindo no topo da estante não tocou, mas naquele momento eu não estava ligando para isso. A única coisa na minha mente era BRVR. Eu o procurei pelo quarto, mas ele não estava em lugar nenhum.
“De bi de? De bi dee!”
O Delibird que entregava as coisas que você comprava no Shop ‘N Squirtle estava na porta. Eu sorri. Eu lembrei que eu comprava coisas praticamente todo dia naquele canal quando eu era pequena. Eu pensei que eu tinha comprado alguma coisa da última vez que eu joguei, eu não lembrava direito. Curiosa do que estava na entrega, eu fui ansiosamente para a porta.
“Pikaa...”
O som de um bocejo me parou antes que eu pudesse chegar a porta. Eu “me virei” e vi BRVR surgindo de baixo da cama e subindo-a. Ele parecia deprimido. Eu nunca vi ele subindo na cama assim, exceto quando nós estávamos procurando pelo Pokemon Mini Game no começo do jogo. Quando ele se virou e me viu, ele parecia surpreso. Como acontece sempre.
“Hey Brother, sou eu!” eu sussurrei mesmo sabendo que ele não podia me ouvir. Em vez de seu olhar feliz, “Pika Pikaa!!” ele parecia furioso. Eu estava um pouco confusa. Por que ele estava zangado? Mas antes que eu pudesse refletir sobre isso, “De bi dee!!” O Delibird chamou de novo na porta.
Excluindo aquele pensamento, eu virei para a porta. Eu fui recebida pelo Delibird segurando uma caixa. BRVR sorriu e celebrou quando o Delibird voou. “Uma caixa chegou com a mercadoria do Shop ‘N Squirtle!” Eu rapidamente pressionei A assim que a mensagem apareceu.
Eu me perguntei o que tinha lá dentro. BRVR entrou dentro da caixa e tirou os itens que havia lá dentro. “Você recebeu uma Pikachu TV Z! A Pikachu TV Z vai ser mostrada”. Uma TV horripilante substituiu minha velha TV Voltorb. Ela parecia como um Pikachu com a face virada para você. Dentro de sua boca estava a tela da TV. Parecia que a “pele” do Pikachu estava rasgada e costurada e sangrando em algumas partes, também era como se a tela da TV fosse muito grande para a boca. Eu estava um pouco chocada de como a TV parecia.
“Você recebeu um Red Wallpaper Z! O wallpaper vai ser mostrado” Eu engasguei quando eu vi que o papel de parede era vermelho escuro como sangue. Os Pikachus eram estranhos, sorrisos maquiavélicos estavam em sua face. Eles eram vermelho claro. Eu estava começando a ficar assustada.
“Você recebeu um Pikachu Doll Z! O boneco vai ser mostrado” Eu congelei de medo quando eu vi o Pikachu mórbido sendo colocado em uma das prateleiras. Ele tinha os mesmos olhos dos Pikachus no papel de parede, exeto pelos caninos enormes. Seus olhos eram pequenos, vermelho rubi e dilatados. A ponta de sua cauda era inclinada como um gancho, e tinha garras afiadas. Vários pontos de sangue estavam em seu corpo.
“Você recebeu um Pikachu Doll Z! O boneco vai ser mostrado”
“Você recebeu um Pikachu Doll Z! O boneco vai ser mostrado”
“Você recebeu um Pikachu Doll Z! O boneco vai ser mostrado”
“Você recebeu um Pikachu Doll Z! O boneco vai ser mostrado”
A mesma coisa aconteceu de novo e de novo até que o quarto inteiro foi coberto pelos pequenos bonecos perturbantes. Eles substituíram todos os outros bonecos que eu havia colocado no quarto.
BRVR se levantou e olhou para o quarto. Ele concordou satisfeito e andou para a TV. Eu estava sentada em minha cadeira, tendo arrepios de medo. Eu joguei esse jogo por anos, eu sabia que esses itens não estavam incluídos no jogo. “Pikaa” BRVR me chamou. Ele estava em frente a TV, com brilho nos olhos. Eu sabia que ele estava me chamando.
Eu andei até a TV e a liguei. Ele abriu no canal que normalmente aparece quando eu ligo a TV, o Report channel. Mas para meu terror a tela estava com sangue pingando. Eu mudei de canal e parecia que todos estavam do mesmo jeito. Eu rapidamente abri meu diário, que nesse jogo estava no “start menu”, e cliquei na aba “TVS”. Eu esccolhi a Voltorb TV, mas logo que meu diário se fechou eu me encontrei com BRVR, olhando para mim desapontado.
BRVR se virou para a TV e mudou para o “Fortune Channel”. Esse canal pareccia normal, exceto pelo sangue pingando na tela. “Escolha seu biscoito!” as palavras escorreram no canto da minha tela. Eu escolhi o biscoito do topo, como sempre faço. O biscoito voou para as mãos da Chansey e se abriram.
“Você realmente quer saber sua sorte?” As palavras apareceram na tela. Eu congelei de medo. Alguma coisa sobre aquela sorte me pareceu estranho. Apareceu que o Chansey na tela estava gargalhando.
BRVR mudou o canal de novo. Ele mudou para o Relaxation Channel. Em vez do Mareep fofo, quem me recebeu foram dos Pikachus mórbidos que apenas pareciam como bonecos pulando uma cerca. Eu rapidamente apertei B e voltei ao centro do quarto. Normalmente BRVR iria virar para mim e me observar, mas daquela vez ele não parecia ligar.
Eu andei para uma pintura antiga. Uma bela pintura de um Jirachi com um Pikachu a sua volta. Eu suspirei de alivio. Pelo menos alguma coisa ainda continuava normal. Eu fiquei observando o quadro por alguns instantes, porque eu não queria olhar para o papel de parede ou aqueles bonecos sinistros.
“BRVR está olhando para a pintura também”
Calafrios percorreram a minha espinha quando aquela mensagem apareceu. Mesmo que fosse normal que os Pikachus olhassem os quadros com você. Eu aperte B para ter certeza de que BRVR estava na frente do quadro. Ele pareceu estar triste, como se estivesse pensando em memórias perdidas. Ele virou para mm, com a mesma expressão deprimida. Ele parecia que estava prestes a chorar. Eu sentia muito por ele e desejei que haveria alguma coisa para animá-lo.
BRVR veio para perto de mim e me perguntou algo, o que é comum para um Pikachu perguntar coisas. Mas meu sangue congelou quando eu vi o que estava sendo perguntando: “BRVR quer saber se você continua a amá-lo” Havia um O (Sim) e um X (Não). BRVR nunca perguntou aquilo antes. Eu rapidamente cliquei O. Ele sorriu, e ele parecia estar gargalhando. Eu estava confusa. Por que ele estava rindo? Quando ele terminou de rir ele olhou para mim com um sorriso medonho. Uma mensagem apareceu no topo da tela: “BRVR sabe quando você está mentindo”. Ele então virou-se e continuou a assistir TV.
Naquele ponto eu não sabia o que fazer. Eu sabia que nada disso devia estar acontecendo. Talvez se eu reiniciasse meu Gamecube tudo poderia voltar ao normal. Eu me levantei e pressionei o botão de reiniciar, mas quando eu o pressionei nada aconteceu. Eu o apertei uma segunda vez, e nada aconteceu.
“O jogo não pode ser reiniciado agora” A mensagem apareceu na minha tela. Meu coração parou de bater por um segundo. Depois de ficar olhando para o aviso por um minuto eu voltei a me sentar e decidi continuar jogando. “Melhor ver o que está acontecendo...” eu sussurrei para mim mesma.
Eu olhei a minha volta por um minuto. Outras coisas além do papel de parede, bonecos e a TV pareciam normais para mm. Eu tente sorrir olhando aos velhos posters que eu tinha, mas eu não podia fazer isso. A música fofa e animadora pareça fazer o quarto ficar mais assustador e sombrio. Me parecia que os bonecos mórbidos pareciam ter seus olhos fixados em mim, como se eles estivessem prestes a chegar perto de mim e me agarrar, e lentamente me cortar e devorar minha carne.
“BRVR quer ir para fora” a mensagem apareceu no topo da tela. Antes que eu pudesse fazer alguma coisa, BRVR foi para fora e me obrigou a segui-lo.
Minha respiração parou por um instante quando eu fui para fora.
O céu estava um vermelho sangue, muito mais sombrio com as nuvens vermelhas pairando nele. Em todo o campo estavam cadáveres de Pokemons. Eu não podia dizer quantos eram, muitas de suas partes estavam arrancadas, suas faces estavam picadas e espalhadas para todos os cantos. Eu me senti mal, como se eu pudesse vomitar.
BRVR circulou com volta dos corpos, virou-se e me deu um sorriso malvado. Ele andou e me perguntou: “BRVR quer saber se você gostou do que ele fez com o lugar” Eu imediatamente cliquei X. Aquele sorriso macabro cresceu ainda mais. Ele andou para um corpo de um Skitty e jogou ele para mim. As partes do corpo dele voaram e pularam pela tela. Depois de muitos minutos agonizantes tendo que assistir BRVR brincar com as partes dos corpos mortos, ele andou para o jardim.
Quando nos chegamos ao jardim, duas plantas estavam completamente crescidas. Em vez de frutas, elas tinham cabeças de Pokemons. BRVR pegou uma e começou a comê-la lentamente Meu almoço começou a subir para a garganta, mas eu o forcei para ir para baixo de novo. Eu tentei virar meus olhos para longe daquilo, mas algo os manteve presos a tela. Depois de um tempo BRVR andou para o outro lado e pegou outra cabeça. Quando ele terminou ele me deu um sorriso maquiavélico e saiu do jardim, me obrigando a segui-lo.
Eu estava esperando que ele acabasse e nós pudéssemos voltar para dentro. Mas eu preferia mais aqueles bonecos mórbidos do que as partes dos corpos. Mas ele ainda não tinha terminado de me mostrar aquele mundo que ele havia criado. Imediatamente quando nós entramos BRVR voltou para a porta. E quem foi obrigada a ir junto com ele?
Quando nós saímos não haviam mais nenhum corpo, para meu alívio. Mas o céu ainda estava naquele estranho vermelho sangue. Quando eu tentava ir para dentro ele não me deixava, BRVR apenas me olhava e sacudia sua cabeça negativamente, então eu estava presa ali. O ônibus para a Virdian Forest chegou e BRVR entrou nele antes que eu o mandasse ir. A transição tocou normalmente, o ônibus no mapa da Virdian Forest. Mas quando nós chegamos a floresta estava pegando fogo.
Pokemons mortos estavam em todo lugar, as árvores estavam completamente queimadas, os seus corpos sendo tomados pelas chamas. BRVR pareça insensível ao fogo. Ele foi para o trecho dos cogumelos. Eles pareciam que estavam sangrando. BRVR comeu um sem minha permissão e depois ele sacudiu a cabeça afirmativamente quando acabou.
Ele então correu para o sino que começa o Concerto Pokemon. Em vez de BRVR ser cercado por Clefairies, ele foi cercado por aqueles Pikachus mórbidos. Usando os sinos eles tocavam uma das mais horríveis músicas que eu já havia ouvido. Ele era muito alto, fez minhas orelhas doerem. Mas para meu desespero eu não consegui abaixar o volume. Depois de o que pareciam muitos anos aquilo parou de tocar.
BRVR pareceu satisfeito com a floresta em chamas, e retornou ao ônibus. De novo eu fui forçada a ficar parada para fora de minha casa, enquanto eu esperava pelas outras coisas horríveis que BRVR havia feito. Eu pensei que ele gostaria de tomar o ônibus para o Mt. Snowfall, mas ele tinha outras idéias. Em vez disso ele decidiu tomar o ônibus para Cobalt.
A mesma transição simples, a mesma cena horrível. A praia estava literalmente coberta por pedaços de corpos dos Pokemons que você normalmente encontraria enquanto estivesse passeando por aí. O oceano parecia sangue, e flutuando nele estavam mais pedaços de corpos dos Pokemons. Agora eu tinha certeza que BRVR não gostava dos outros Pokemons.
Então nós jogamos damas. Em vez de pedras, nós usamos órgãos como as peças. BRVR me derrotou rapidamente, porque eu não conseguia pensar em como eu podia usar as entranhas dos Pokemons enquanto eu era cercada pelos corpos mortos. Ele riu quando ele me derrotou, como ele fazia normalmente quando isso acontecia. Então por um longo momento ele exibiu uma face triste. Eu, dando tudo para confortá-lo, pressionei C para acariciá-lo. Mas mal quando eu o toquei com o mouse ele voltou a sua aparência maligna. Ele correu para a área onde pescávamos e eu tive que segui-lo.
BRVR sentou em sua pedra e jogou a sua linha de pesca para o oceano de sangue, esperando algum peixe morder a isca. Não havia nada que eu podia fazer, mas ele se virou e me olhou com brilho nos olhos, como se fosse para eu ajudá-lo. Foi aí que eu lembrei da isca. Eu cliquei no pote de iscas e em vez de um donut de chocolate era um cérebro decomposto. Ele estava se despedaçando e coberto por um musgo verde amarronzado. Eu rapidamente o jogue para o mar.
Rapidamente, BRVR puxou alguma coisa. Com um forte puxão uma criatura veio voando para fora do oceano.
Eu sei que essa criatura vai assombrar meus sonhos para sempre.
Parecia como um Magikarp roxo, mas em sua boca escorria sangue verde ácido. Muitos órgãos pareciam estar saindo de seu corpo. Partes de suas escamas haviam sido retiradas, o que nos deixavam ver alguns de seus músculos, e alguns dos músculos pareciam que haviam sido mordidos e deixados com os ossos para fora. Ele pulou e engasgou procurando respirar, enquanto sons demoníacos saiam de sua boca.
Eu gritei quando eu vi a criatura. BRVR se virou como se ele tivesse ouvido. Ele lentamente desceu da pedra, levando o maior tempo possível para deixar a criatura sofrer muito mais. Então ele começou a comer o Magikarp vivo. Eu gritei novamente e cobri minha boca com as mãos. Mas meus olhos continuaram a observar a cena. Quando ele terminou, ele virou para mim e me mostrou um sorriso, um sorriso alegre. Eu não podia acreditar que esse monstro já fora meu melhor amigo que eu via todo dia depois das aulas.
Depois daquela cena traumática, BRVR animadamente saltitou para a praia, voltando para o ônibus cantando “Pi ka Pi ka Chu~” A sua felicidade fez a situação ficar muito mais assustadora. Enquanto esperávamos para o ônibus para o Mt. Snowfall BRVR parou no meio de sua caminhada, olhando para mim. Sua face estava sem emoção. Mesmo sabendo que ele não podia me ouvir, eu sussurrei: “P-Por que... Por que você está fazendo isso...?” Uma lágrima escorregou dos meus olhos.
“BRVR fez esse mundo para te agradecer” Congelei quando eu vi a mensagem aparecer no topo da tela. BRVR me deu mais um sorriso doentio que ia de bochecha a bochecha. Mais lágrimas começaram a descer a minha cara. O ônibus para o Mt. Snowfall chegou.
As mesmas coisas de antes, transições inocentes, mas paisagens nem tão inocentes. Carcaças congeladas estavam em todo lugar naquela terra congelada, muitos deles enterrados na neve. Surpreendentemente não havia nenhum sangue ou entranhas no chão. Era uma atmosfera mais triste do que mórbida. BRVR caminhou lentamente até onde o Kackleon e o Jigglypuff normalmente cantavam, mas agora eles estavam mortos e enterrados embaixo da neve.
BRVR cantou a mais triste canção que eu já havia ouvido. A sua voz soava como violinos tocando. Ele tinha a expressão mais deprimida enquanto ele cantava a canção. Eu não podia controlar as lágrimas que escorriam de meus olhos enquanto ele cantava. Meu pobre e frágil coração partiu em dois enquanto eu ouvia a canção melancólica.
Depois do que se pareceu uma eternidade BRVR finalmente terminou. Ele me olhou com aqueles olhos deprimidos, melancólicos e sem esperanças que ninguém nunca tinha visto. Eu desejava segura-lo em meus braços para confortá-lo, mas ele rapidamente se virou e correu até a outra parte da Mt. Snowfall.
Nós paramos na frente das Ruins of Truth. Por muitos momentos BRVR apenas parou, como se estivesse morto, encarando as ruínas. Até que ele olhou para mim, um olhar significativo em seus olhos, e correu para dentro. Lá dentro estava escuro, como era para ser. Ele usou um choque para acender as flores elétricas que traziam luz para as ruínas. Em todas as paredes e no chão haviam palavras escritas com sangue “Me ajude” “Por quê?” “Eu preciso morrer” “ME MATE” “É tão frio” “Eu estou tão sozinho” “Onde ela está?” “Volte” “Por que eu não posso morrer?”
BRVR andou até o outro lado das ruínas, até o pergaminho da verdade e da mentira. Eu fui forçada a clicar nela.
“BRVR foi abandonado pela sua melhor amiga anos atrás e substituído por um novo melhor amigo que o deixou sozinho nesse mundo virtual. Verdade ou mentira?”
Eu finalmente entendi o que tudo isso significava. Todas essas palavras escritas nas paredes, elas foram escritas por BRVR. Isso era minha culpa. Eu o abandonei. Meu melhor amigo. Para morrer sozinho. Não, ele não podia morrer nem se quisesse. Ele foi forçado a arrastar sua existência miserável por anos. Eu não o culpava por querer vingança, eu merecia isso.
Eu dei um tapa na minha própria cara. O que eu estava pensando?! BRVR e Pokemon Channel eram só um jogo, eu não era obrigada a passar a minha vida intera o jogando. Eles eram criados para entreter a mente de uma criança. Eles não eram reais. Eu demorei um minuto para pensar no meu argumento, eles não eram reais. Eu pensei sobre todas as coisas que BRVR tinha feito para me traumatizar e ter vingança por eu ter o abandonado por tanto tempo.
Mas era tudo tão real.
Eu selecionei O para verdade, porque era. Eu admiti que eu havia abandonado BRVR. Em vez do pergaminho voltar a mesa, ela brilhou em verde como se dissesse que eu estava certa. A tela começou a, lentamente, desaparecer e ficar preta.
Exceto por BRVR.
Ele parou no centro da tela com um olhar cansado, zangado e triste. Eu não sabia o que pensar dele. Eh o odiava e desejava que eu pudesse matá-lo, mas eu queria pedir desculpas pare ele com todo o meu coração e fazer as coisas melhorarem.
“BRVR sente a mesma coisa por você”
As mensagens não me surpreendiam mais. Era o que eu estava esperando. Depois de muitos momentos nos encarando, eu finalmente abri a boca e perguntei: “O que você vai fazer comigo agora?”
“BRVR quer que você sofra do mesmo jeito que ele sofreu.”
Ele me deu um último e doentio sorriso, o mais terrível que eu já havia visto, e a tela ficou completamente negra. Depois de um momento a tela de início apareceu. O botão de continuar sumira. Eu suspirei aliviada. Aquela coisa horrível havia acabado. Eu me levantei e olhei para a minha mesa.
Nela estava um Pikachu Doll Z.
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Eu fui introduzida ao “reino dos videogames” um pouco mais tarde do que as outras pessoas. Na minha infância fui isolada das outras crianças e não podia interagir com elas. Meus dias eram passados em uma prisão como a escola e minhas noites assistindo TV. Minha vida estava chata e entediante, tudo que eu tinha eram os meus bichos de pelúcia e brinquedos de plástico para conversar.
Foi aí que eu recebi um Gamecube.
Foi no natal de 2003, eu acredito. Eu não acreditava que tinha meu próprio videogame. Ele veio com o Super Mario Sunshine, Pac Man World 2 e Pokemon Channel. Todos esses jogos estão em um lugar especial do meu coração hoje. Logo quando conectaram o Gamecube com a minha TV eu comecei a jogar imediatamente.
O primeiro jogo que eu joguei foi Super Mario Sunshine. Esse foi o jogo que me introduziu aos jogos do Mario. Depois de jogá-lo por muitas horas, achei um level que eu não conseguia passar. Logo, comecei a jogar Pac Man World. Incrivelmente, eu fiquei presa no level 2. Furiosa, eu saí do jogo e comecei a jogar o meu primeiro jogo de Pokemon:
Pokemon Channel.
Logo quando eu comecei o jogo eu sabia que ele iria ser diferente dos outros dois. Não demorou muito para eu me apaixonar pelo jogo. Até que chegou a hora de eu nomear meu Pikachu. Eu o nomeei BRVR, abreviação para “Brother”. Eu não sei o que me dei para o chamar assim, isso não parecia nem um pouco como “Brother”. Eu nunca vou saber o porque, mas eu gostei muito de jogar aquele jogo.
Não tem jeito de descrever o amor que eu sentia por aquele jogo. Aquilo era tudo que eu sonhava. Naquele jogo eu tinha um amigo que eu podia brincar. Eu podia assistir TV com meu melhor amigo BRVR, podia pescar com ele, podia jogar damas com ele, falar com os outros Pokemons com ele, plantar um jardim com ele, construir um boneco de neve com ele, explorar as ruínas com ele, tocar musicas com ele, sentar em volta de fogueiras e contar histórias com ele, admirar as estrelas com ele, todas as coisas que eu nunca podia fazer na vida real eu podia fazer nesse mundo virtual. Com BRVR. O melhor amigo que eu nunca tive.
Eu estava obviamente viciada nesse jogo, mas eu não tinha nada para fazer com meu tempo, então eu preferia passá-lo jogando. Insensível as coisas que aconteciam no mundo real, eu preferia viver nessa fantasia Pokemon com meu melhor amigo BRVR.
BRVR parecia mais do que apenas uma animação 3D forçada a fazer ações baseadas na programação do jogo, ele parecia real para mim. Se eu estava triste em um dia, ele aparecia e agia como se estivesse deprimido também. Se eu estava com raiva, ele podia expressar minha raiva enquanto eu jogava também. Se eu precisava de alguma coisa para me animar, ele podia agir como um palhaço e fazer coisas idiotas também. Mais tarde, quando eu cresci, eu assumi que nenhuma dessas coisas estranhas tinha acontecido. Quando eu era pequena eu apenas tinha imaginado isso. Mas ainda era divertido imaginar que era real.
Os anos passaram e eu ganhei mais jogos. Eu também ganhei um Gameboy, que veio com muitos outros jogos de Pokemon, onde eu podia ter mais do que um Pikachu. Meus interesses giravam em volta de diversas séries como Mario e Sonic. Depois de jogar Pokemon Channel muitas vezes, sempre fazendo as mesmas coisas, ele começou a ficar um pouco entediante. Eu comecei a jogar mais jogos, mas eu sempre jogava Pokemon Channel de vez em quando.
Eventualmente, eu mudei de escola e minha vida mudou. Eu fui de uma escola particular cristã para uma escola pública e meus olhos se abriram para a realidade. Eu comecei a aprender mais coisas sobre a vida real, que me ajudaram a gostar mais dela. As pessoas não eram cruéis comigo, elas me diziam “oi” quando eu passava por elas nos corredores. Eu descobri que eu podia fazer mais do que jogar videogames, eu podia desenhar, ouvir milhares de músicas.
Mas a melhor parte foi que quando eu ganhei uma amiga. Uma amiga de verdade. Uma que tinha sangue e carne. Ela era engraçada, e me ajudou a me acostumar a escola. Ela era uma pessoa que eu podia falar, além de meus pais. Nós duas tínhamos a mesma personalidade imatura. Tínhamos tudo a ver. Eu finalmente tinha uma melhor amiga.
Quando eu crescia (tanto no corpo quanto na mente) Pokemon Channel foi lentamente sendo esquecido. Eu comecei a jogar jogos melhores. Quase todos as coisas que eu podia fazer no jogo eu podia fazer na vida real agora. BRVR foi substituido por minha melhor amiga da vida real. Ele e o jogo foram ficando obsoletos, esquecidos numa prateleira empoeirada no canto escuro do meu quarto.
Nos próximos anos da minha vida foram dourados. Todo dia eu conseguia aprender uma coisa nova e eu me divertia com a minha melhor amiga. Eu fiz outros amigos também, mas nenhum podia se comparar a minha melhor amiga. Eu sempre conseguia jogos novos, dinheiro, desenhar alguma coisa, ouvir musica e fazer coisas com a minha melhor amiga. Eu nunca desejei nada mais.
Coisas boas não duram para sempre.
Eventualmente, eu tive que me mudar. Eu protestei, mas nada adiantou. Tentei parar as lágrimas que caiam dos meus olhos. Eu disse adeus a minha melhor amiga no meu ultimo dia de aula. Nos próximos dias eu chorei enquanto tentava dormir em minha nova casa, mas eventualmente eu parei. Ter uma das minhas principais razões de viver minha vida foi rasgada, meu coração nunca vai ser completamente curado, mas a dor começou a ficar mais fraca.
Eu continuei a ter contato com a minha melhor amiga. Nós duas tínhamos contas no Youtube e falávamos pela internet. Ainda nos chamávamos para dormir nas casas uma da outra e as vezes ver um filme juntas. Mas doía eu não poder vê-la na escola. Eu fiz novos amigos em minha nova escola, talvez até mais do que na minha escola antiga, mas nenhum deles conseguia ser engraçado como a minha melhor amiga. Nenhum podia a substituir.
Mas quando eu me acostumei com esse estilo de vida, uma das coisas mais terríveis aconteceu. Para a segurança dela, eu não vou dizer o que minha amiga fez, mas ela fez uma coisa horrível e minha mãe se recusou a me deixar falar com ela ou vê-la novamente. Meu coração foi quebrado em milhões de pedaços. Não havia mais nenhum motivo para eu viver. Eu sentia como minha única amiga tinha ido embora para sempre.
Eu agora tive que voltar aos meus velhos hábitos, jogar videogames e me isolar do resto do mundo. Eu não passeava mais como antes. Eu me recusava a sair do meu quarto, além de ir para a escola, comer, usar o banheiro e visitar meu pai todo fim de semana, Agora minha melhor amiga foi tirada de mim, eu não tinha nada para fazer na vida real, então eu tinha que ter alguma coisa para substituir o que eu fazia.
Procurando na minha velha estante de jogos, eu encontrei o Pokemon Channel. Eu tirei o pó da capa. Eu sentia como se fosse uma eternidade dês de que eu tinha visto o jogo pela ultima vez. Eu inseri o jogo no Gamecube, agarrei meu controle e esperei por meu velho amigo virtual BRVR.
Uma lágrima caiu dos meus olhos quando as memórias foram voltando enquanto eu olhava para a tela de título. Depois do momento de nostalgia, eu selecionei “continue”. Eu soquei o botão “Yes” quando ele me perguntou se era aquele save data que eu queria carregar. A transição de pokébolas passou na tela. Eu não conseguia esperar mais para ver meu amigo BRVR de novo.
Quando a transição acabou, eu apareci no meu quarto. A cutscene do Pikachu que está dormindo no topo da estante não tocou, mas naquele momento eu não estava ligando para isso. A única coisa na minha mente era BRVR. Eu o procurei pelo quarto, mas ele não estava em lugar nenhum.
“De bi de? De bi dee!”
O Delibird que entregava as coisas que você comprava no Shop ‘N Squirtle estava na porta. Eu sorri. Eu lembrei que eu comprava coisas praticamente todo dia naquele canal quando eu era pequena. Eu pensei que eu tinha comprado alguma coisa da última vez que eu joguei, eu não lembrava direito. Curiosa do que estava na entrega, eu fui ansiosamente para a porta.
“Pikaa...”
O som de um bocejo me parou antes que eu pudesse chegar a porta. Eu “me virei” e vi BRVR surgindo de baixo da cama e subindo-a. Ele parecia deprimido. Eu nunca vi ele subindo na cama assim, exceto quando nós estávamos procurando pelo Pokemon Mini Game no começo do jogo. Quando ele se virou e me viu, ele parecia surpreso. Como acontece sempre.
“Hey Brother, sou eu!” eu sussurrei mesmo sabendo que ele não podia me ouvir. Em vez de seu olhar feliz, “Pika Pikaa!!” ele parecia furioso. Eu estava um pouco confusa. Por que ele estava zangado? Mas antes que eu pudesse refletir sobre isso, “De bi dee!!” O Delibird chamou de novo na porta.
Excluindo aquele pensamento, eu virei para a porta. Eu fui recebida pelo Delibird segurando uma caixa. BRVR sorriu e celebrou quando o Delibird voou. “Uma caixa chegou com a mercadoria do Shop ‘N Squirtle!” Eu rapidamente pressionei A assim que a mensagem apareceu.
Eu me perguntei o que tinha lá dentro. BRVR entrou dentro da caixa e tirou os itens que havia lá dentro. “Você recebeu uma Pikachu TV Z! A Pikachu TV Z vai ser mostrada”. Uma TV horripilante substituiu minha velha TV Voltorb. Ela parecia como um Pikachu com a face virada para você. Dentro de sua boca estava a tela da TV. Parecia que a “pele” do Pikachu estava rasgada e costurada e sangrando em algumas partes, também era como se a tela da TV fosse muito grande para a boca. Eu estava um pouco chocada de como a TV parecia.
“Você recebeu um Red Wallpaper Z! O wallpaper vai ser mostrado” Eu engasguei quando eu vi que o papel de parede era vermelho escuro como sangue. Os Pikachus eram estranhos, sorrisos maquiavélicos estavam em sua face. Eles eram vermelho claro. Eu estava começando a ficar assustada.
“Você recebeu um Pikachu Doll Z! O boneco vai ser mostrado” Eu congelei de medo quando eu vi o Pikachu mórbido sendo colocado em uma das prateleiras. Ele tinha os mesmos olhos dos Pikachus no papel de parede, exeto pelos caninos enormes. Seus olhos eram pequenos, vermelho rubi e dilatados. A ponta de sua cauda era inclinada como um gancho, e tinha garras afiadas. Vários pontos de sangue estavam em seu corpo.
“Você recebeu um Pikachu Doll Z! O boneco vai ser mostrado”
“Você recebeu um Pikachu Doll Z! O boneco vai ser mostrado”
“Você recebeu um Pikachu Doll Z! O boneco vai ser mostrado”
“Você recebeu um Pikachu Doll Z! O boneco vai ser mostrado”
A mesma coisa aconteceu de novo e de novo até que o quarto inteiro foi coberto pelos pequenos bonecos perturbantes. Eles substituíram todos os outros bonecos que eu havia colocado no quarto.
BRVR se levantou e olhou para o quarto. Ele concordou satisfeito e andou para a TV. Eu estava sentada em minha cadeira, tendo arrepios de medo. Eu joguei esse jogo por anos, eu sabia que esses itens não estavam incluídos no jogo. “Pikaa” BRVR me chamou. Ele estava em frente a TV, com brilho nos olhos. Eu sabia que ele estava me chamando.
Eu andei até a TV e a liguei. Ele abriu no canal que normalmente aparece quando eu ligo a TV, o Report channel. Mas para meu terror a tela estava com sangue pingando. Eu mudei de canal e parecia que todos estavam do mesmo jeito. Eu rapidamente abri meu diário, que nesse jogo estava no “start menu”, e cliquei na aba “TVS”. Eu esccolhi a Voltorb TV, mas logo que meu diário se fechou eu me encontrei com BRVR, olhando para mim desapontado.
BRVR se virou para a TV e mudou para o “Fortune Channel”. Esse canal pareccia normal, exceto pelo sangue pingando na tela. “Escolha seu biscoito!” as palavras escorreram no canto da minha tela. Eu escolhi o biscoito do topo, como sempre faço. O biscoito voou para as mãos da Chansey e se abriram.
“Você realmente quer saber sua sorte?” As palavras apareceram na tela. Eu congelei de medo. Alguma coisa sobre aquela sorte me pareceu estranho. Apareceu que o Chansey na tela estava gargalhando.
BRVR mudou o canal de novo. Ele mudou para o Relaxation Channel. Em vez do Mareep fofo, quem me recebeu foram dos Pikachus mórbidos que apenas pareciam como bonecos pulando uma cerca. Eu rapidamente apertei B e voltei ao centro do quarto. Normalmente BRVR iria virar para mim e me observar, mas daquela vez ele não parecia ligar.
Eu andei para uma pintura antiga. Uma bela pintura de um Jirachi com um Pikachu a sua volta. Eu suspirei de alivio. Pelo menos alguma coisa ainda continuava normal. Eu fiquei observando o quadro por alguns instantes, porque eu não queria olhar para o papel de parede ou aqueles bonecos sinistros.
“BRVR está olhando para a pintura também”
Calafrios percorreram a minha espinha quando aquela mensagem apareceu. Mesmo que fosse normal que os Pikachus olhassem os quadros com você. Eu aperte B para ter certeza de que BRVR estava na frente do quadro. Ele pareceu estar triste, como se estivesse pensando em memórias perdidas. Ele virou para mm, com a mesma expressão deprimida. Ele parecia que estava prestes a chorar. Eu sentia muito por ele e desejei que haveria alguma coisa para animá-lo.
BRVR veio para perto de mim e me perguntou algo, o que é comum para um Pikachu perguntar coisas. Mas meu sangue congelou quando eu vi o que estava sendo perguntando: “BRVR quer saber se você continua a amá-lo” Havia um O (Sim) e um X (Não). BRVR nunca perguntou aquilo antes. Eu rapidamente cliquei O. Ele sorriu, e ele parecia estar gargalhando. Eu estava confusa. Por que ele estava rindo? Quando ele terminou de rir ele olhou para mim com um sorriso medonho. Uma mensagem apareceu no topo da tela: “BRVR sabe quando você está mentindo”. Ele então virou-se e continuou a assistir TV.
Naquele ponto eu não sabia o que fazer. Eu sabia que nada disso devia estar acontecendo. Talvez se eu reiniciasse meu Gamecube tudo poderia voltar ao normal. Eu me levantei e pressionei o botão de reiniciar, mas quando eu o pressionei nada aconteceu. Eu o apertei uma segunda vez, e nada aconteceu.
“O jogo não pode ser reiniciado agora” A mensagem apareceu na minha tela. Meu coração parou de bater por um segundo. Depois de ficar olhando para o aviso por um minuto eu voltei a me sentar e decidi continuar jogando. “Melhor ver o que está acontecendo...” eu sussurrei para mim mesma.
Eu olhei a minha volta por um minuto. Outras coisas além do papel de parede, bonecos e a TV pareciam normais para mm. Eu tente sorrir olhando aos velhos posters que eu tinha, mas eu não podia fazer isso. A música fofa e animadora pareça fazer o quarto ficar mais assustador e sombrio. Me parecia que os bonecos mórbidos pareciam ter seus olhos fixados em mim, como se eles estivessem prestes a chegar perto de mim e me agarrar, e lentamente me cortar e devorar minha carne.
“BRVR quer ir para fora” a mensagem apareceu no topo da tela. Antes que eu pudesse fazer alguma coisa, BRVR foi para fora e me obrigou a segui-lo.
Minha respiração parou por um instante quando eu fui para fora.
O céu estava um vermelho sangue, muito mais sombrio com as nuvens vermelhas pairando nele. Em todo o campo estavam cadáveres de Pokemons. Eu não podia dizer quantos eram, muitas de suas partes estavam arrancadas, suas faces estavam picadas e espalhadas para todos os cantos. Eu me senti mal, como se eu pudesse vomitar.
BRVR circulou com volta dos corpos, virou-se e me deu um sorriso malvado. Ele andou e me perguntou: “BRVR quer saber se você gostou do que ele fez com o lugar” Eu imediatamente cliquei X. Aquele sorriso macabro cresceu ainda mais. Ele andou para um corpo de um Skitty e jogou ele para mim. As partes do corpo dele voaram e pularam pela tela. Depois de muitos minutos agonizantes tendo que assistir BRVR brincar com as partes dos corpos mortos, ele andou para o jardim.
Quando nos chegamos ao jardim, duas plantas estavam completamente crescidas. Em vez de frutas, elas tinham cabeças de Pokemons. BRVR pegou uma e começou a comê-la lentamente Meu almoço começou a subir para a garganta, mas eu o forcei para ir para baixo de novo. Eu tentei virar meus olhos para longe daquilo, mas algo os manteve presos a tela. Depois de um tempo BRVR andou para o outro lado e pegou outra cabeça. Quando ele terminou ele me deu um sorriso maquiavélico e saiu do jardim, me obrigando a segui-lo.
Eu estava esperando que ele acabasse e nós pudéssemos voltar para dentro. Mas eu preferia mais aqueles bonecos mórbidos do que as partes dos corpos. Mas ele ainda não tinha terminado de me mostrar aquele mundo que ele havia criado. Imediatamente quando nós entramos BRVR voltou para a porta. E quem foi obrigada a ir junto com ele?
Quando nós saímos não haviam mais nenhum corpo, para meu alívio. Mas o céu ainda estava naquele estranho vermelho sangue. Quando eu tentava ir para dentro ele não me deixava, BRVR apenas me olhava e sacudia sua cabeça negativamente, então eu estava presa ali. O ônibus para a Virdian Forest chegou e BRVR entrou nele antes que eu o mandasse ir. A transição tocou normalmente, o ônibus no mapa da Virdian Forest. Mas quando nós chegamos a floresta estava pegando fogo.
Pokemons mortos estavam em todo lugar, as árvores estavam completamente queimadas, os seus corpos sendo tomados pelas chamas. BRVR pareça insensível ao fogo. Ele foi para o trecho dos cogumelos. Eles pareciam que estavam sangrando. BRVR comeu um sem minha permissão e depois ele sacudiu a cabeça afirmativamente quando acabou.
Ele então correu para o sino que começa o Concerto Pokemon. Em vez de BRVR ser cercado por Clefairies, ele foi cercado por aqueles Pikachus mórbidos. Usando os sinos eles tocavam uma das mais horríveis músicas que eu já havia ouvido. Ele era muito alto, fez minhas orelhas doerem. Mas para meu desespero eu não consegui abaixar o volume. Depois de o que pareciam muitos anos aquilo parou de tocar.
BRVR pareceu satisfeito com a floresta em chamas, e retornou ao ônibus. De novo eu fui forçada a ficar parada para fora de minha casa, enquanto eu esperava pelas outras coisas horríveis que BRVR havia feito. Eu pensei que ele gostaria de tomar o ônibus para o Mt. Snowfall, mas ele tinha outras idéias. Em vez disso ele decidiu tomar o ônibus para Cobalt.
A mesma transição simples, a mesma cena horrível. A praia estava literalmente coberta por pedaços de corpos dos Pokemons que você normalmente encontraria enquanto estivesse passeando por aí. O oceano parecia sangue, e flutuando nele estavam mais pedaços de corpos dos Pokemons. Agora eu tinha certeza que BRVR não gostava dos outros Pokemons.
Então nós jogamos damas. Em vez de pedras, nós usamos órgãos como as peças. BRVR me derrotou rapidamente, porque eu não conseguia pensar em como eu podia usar as entranhas dos Pokemons enquanto eu era cercada pelos corpos mortos. Ele riu quando ele me derrotou, como ele fazia normalmente quando isso acontecia. Então por um longo momento ele exibiu uma face triste. Eu, dando tudo para confortá-lo, pressionei C para acariciá-lo. Mas mal quando eu o toquei com o mouse ele voltou a sua aparência maligna. Ele correu para a área onde pescávamos e eu tive que segui-lo.
BRVR sentou em sua pedra e jogou a sua linha de pesca para o oceano de sangue, esperando algum peixe morder a isca. Não havia nada que eu podia fazer, mas ele se virou e me olhou com brilho nos olhos, como se fosse para eu ajudá-lo. Foi aí que eu lembrei da isca. Eu cliquei no pote de iscas e em vez de um donut de chocolate era um cérebro decomposto. Ele estava se despedaçando e coberto por um musgo verde amarronzado. Eu rapidamente o jogue para o mar.
Rapidamente, BRVR puxou alguma coisa. Com um forte puxão uma criatura veio voando para fora do oceano.
Eu sei que essa criatura vai assombrar meus sonhos para sempre.
Parecia como um Magikarp roxo, mas em sua boca escorria sangue verde ácido. Muitos órgãos pareciam estar saindo de seu corpo. Partes de suas escamas haviam sido retiradas, o que nos deixavam ver alguns de seus músculos, e alguns dos músculos pareciam que haviam sido mordidos e deixados com os ossos para fora. Ele pulou e engasgou procurando respirar, enquanto sons demoníacos saiam de sua boca.
Eu gritei quando eu vi a criatura. BRVR se virou como se ele tivesse ouvido. Ele lentamente desceu da pedra, levando o maior tempo possível para deixar a criatura sofrer muito mais. Então ele começou a comer o Magikarp vivo. Eu gritei novamente e cobri minha boca com as mãos. Mas meus olhos continuaram a observar a cena. Quando ele terminou, ele virou para mim e me mostrou um sorriso, um sorriso alegre. Eu não podia acreditar que esse monstro já fora meu melhor amigo que eu via todo dia depois das aulas.
Depois daquela cena traumática, BRVR animadamente saltitou para a praia, voltando para o ônibus cantando “Pi ka Pi ka Chu~” A sua felicidade fez a situação ficar muito mais assustadora. Enquanto esperávamos para o ônibus para o Mt. Snowfall BRVR parou no meio de sua caminhada, olhando para mim. Sua face estava sem emoção. Mesmo sabendo que ele não podia me ouvir, eu sussurrei: “P-Por que... Por que você está fazendo isso...?” Uma lágrima escorregou dos meus olhos.
“BRVR fez esse mundo para te agradecer” Congelei quando eu vi a mensagem aparecer no topo da tela. BRVR me deu mais um sorriso doentio que ia de bochecha a bochecha. Mais lágrimas começaram a descer a minha cara. O ônibus para o Mt. Snowfall chegou.
As mesmas coisas de antes, transições inocentes, mas paisagens nem tão inocentes. Carcaças congeladas estavam em todo lugar naquela terra congelada, muitos deles enterrados na neve. Surpreendentemente não havia nenhum sangue ou entranhas no chão. Era uma atmosfera mais triste do que mórbida. BRVR caminhou lentamente até onde o Kackleon e o Jigglypuff normalmente cantavam, mas agora eles estavam mortos e enterrados embaixo da neve.
BRVR cantou a mais triste canção que eu já havia ouvido. A sua voz soava como violinos tocando. Ele tinha a expressão mais deprimida enquanto ele cantava a canção. Eu não podia controlar as lágrimas que escorriam de meus olhos enquanto ele cantava. Meu pobre e frágil coração partiu em dois enquanto eu ouvia a canção melancólica.
Depois do que se pareceu uma eternidade BRVR finalmente terminou. Ele me olhou com aqueles olhos deprimidos, melancólicos e sem esperanças que ninguém nunca tinha visto. Eu desejava segura-lo em meus braços para confortá-lo, mas ele rapidamente se virou e correu até a outra parte da Mt. Snowfall.
Nós paramos na frente das Ruins of Truth. Por muitos momentos BRVR apenas parou, como se estivesse morto, encarando as ruínas. Até que ele olhou para mim, um olhar significativo em seus olhos, e correu para dentro. Lá dentro estava escuro, como era para ser. Ele usou um choque para acender as flores elétricas que traziam luz para as ruínas. Em todas as paredes e no chão haviam palavras escritas com sangue “Me ajude” “Por quê?” “Eu preciso morrer” “ME MATE” “É tão frio” “Eu estou tão sozinho” “Onde ela está?” “Volte” “Por que eu não posso morrer?”
BRVR andou até o outro lado das ruínas, até o pergaminho da verdade e da mentira. Eu fui forçada a clicar nela.
“BRVR foi abandonado pela sua melhor amiga anos atrás e substituído por um novo melhor amigo que o deixou sozinho nesse mundo virtual. Verdade ou mentira?”
Eu finalmente entendi o que tudo isso significava. Todas essas palavras escritas nas paredes, elas foram escritas por BRVR. Isso era minha culpa. Eu o abandonei. Meu melhor amigo. Para morrer sozinho. Não, ele não podia morrer nem se quisesse. Ele foi forçado a arrastar sua existência miserável por anos. Eu não o culpava por querer vingança, eu merecia isso.
Eu dei um tapa na minha própria cara. O que eu estava pensando?! BRVR e Pokemon Channel eram só um jogo, eu não era obrigada a passar a minha vida intera o jogando. Eles eram criados para entreter a mente de uma criança. Eles não eram reais. Eu demorei um minuto para pensar no meu argumento, eles não eram reais. Eu pensei sobre todas as coisas que BRVR tinha feito para me traumatizar e ter vingança por eu ter o abandonado por tanto tempo.
Mas era tudo tão real.
Eu selecionei O para verdade, porque era. Eu admiti que eu havia abandonado BRVR. Em vez do pergaminho voltar a mesa, ela brilhou em verde como se dissesse que eu estava certa. A tela começou a, lentamente, desaparecer e ficar preta.
Exceto por BRVR.
Ele parou no centro da tela com um olhar cansado, zangado e triste. Eu não sabia o que pensar dele. Eh o odiava e desejava que eu pudesse matá-lo, mas eu queria pedir desculpas pare ele com todo o meu coração e fazer as coisas melhorarem.
“BRVR sente a mesma coisa por você”
As mensagens não me surpreendiam mais. Era o que eu estava esperando. Depois de muitos momentos nos encarando, eu finalmente abri a boca e perguntei: “O que você vai fazer comigo agora?”
“BRVR quer que você sofra do mesmo jeito que ele sofreu.”
Ele me deu um último e doentio sorriso, o mais terrível que eu já havia visto, e a tela ficou completamente negra. Depois de um momento a tela de início apareceu. O botão de continuar sumira. Eu suspirei aliviada. Aquela coisa horrível havia acabado. Eu me levantei e olhei para a minha mesa.
Nela estava um Pikachu Doll Z.
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- Aki a do Pokemon channel, só tava procurando os creditos pela tradução :S
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Eu fui introduzida ao “reino dos videogames” um pouco mais tarde do que as outras pessoas. Na minha infância fui isolada das outras crianças e não podia interagir com elas. Meus dias eram passados em uma prisão como a escola e minhas noites assistindo TV. Minha vida estava chata e entediante, tudo que eu tinha eram os meus bichos de pelúcia e brinquedos de plástico para conversar.
Foi aí que eu recebi um Gamecube.
Foi no natal de 2003, eu acredito. Eu não acreditava que tinha meu próprio videogame. Ele veio com o Super Mario Sunshine, Pac Man World 2 e Pokemon Channel. Todos esses jogos estão em um lugar especial do meu coração hoje. Logo quando conectaram o Gamecube com a minha TV eu comecei a jogar imediatamente.
O primeiro jogo que eu joguei foi Super Mario Sunshine. Esse foi o jogo que me introduziu aos jogos do Mario. Depois de jogá-lo por muitas horas, achei um level que eu não conseguia passar. Logo, comecei a jogar Pac Man World. Incrivelmente, eu fiquei presa no level 2. Furiosa, eu saí do jogo e comecei a jogar o meu primeiro jogo de Pokemon:
Pokemon Channel.
Logo quando eu comecei o jogo eu sabia que ele iria ser diferente dos outros dois. Não demorou muito para eu me apaixonar pelo jogo. Até que chegou a hora de eu nomear meu Pikachu. Eu o nomeei BRVR, abreviação para “Brother”. Eu não sei o que me dei para o chamar assim, isso não parecia nem um pouco como “Brother”. Eu nunca vou saber o porque, mas eu gostei muito de jogar aquele jogo.
Não tem jeito de descrever o amor que eu sentia por aquele jogo. Aquilo era tudo que eu sonhava. Naquele jogo eu tinha um amigo que eu podia brincar. Eu podia assistir TV com meu melhor amigo BRVR, podia pescar com ele, podia jogar damas com ele, falar com os outros Pokemons com ele, plantar um jardim com ele, construir um boneco de neve com ele, explorar as ruínas com ele, tocar musicas com ele, sentar em volta de fogueiras e contar histórias com ele, admirar as estrelas com ele, todas as coisas que eu nunca podia fazer na vida real eu podia fazer nesse mundo virtual. Com BRVR. O melhor amigo que eu nunca tive.
Eu estava obviamente viciada nesse jogo, mas eu não tinha nada para fazer com meu tempo, então eu preferia passá-lo jogando. Insensível as coisas que aconteciam no mundo real, eu preferia viver nessa fantasia Pokemon com meu melhor amigo BRVR.
BRVR parecia mais do que apenas uma animação 3D forçada a fazer ações baseadas na programação do jogo, ele parecia real para mim. Se eu estava triste em um dia, ele aparecia e agia como se estivesse deprimido também. Se eu estava com raiva, ele podia expressar minha raiva enquanto eu jogava também. Se eu precisava de alguma coisa para me animar, ele podia agir como um palhaço e fazer coisas idiotas também. Mais tarde, quando eu cresci, eu assumi que nenhuma dessas coisas estranhas tinha acontecido. Quando eu era pequena eu apenas tinha imaginado isso. Mas ainda era divertido imaginar que era real.
Os anos passaram e eu ganhei mais jogos. Eu também ganhei um Gameboy, que veio com muitos outros jogos de Pokemon, onde eu podia ter mais do que um Pikachu. Meus interesses giravam em volta de diversas séries como Mario e Sonic. Depois de jogar Pokemon Channel muitas vezes, sempre fazendo as mesmas coisas, ele começou a ficar um pouco entediante. Eu comecei a jogar mais jogos, mas eu sempre jogava Pokemon Channel de vez em quando.
Eventualmente, eu mudei de escola e minha vida mudou. Eu fui de uma escola particular cristã para uma escola pública e meus olhos se abriram para a realidade. Eu comecei a aprender mais coisas sobre a vida real, que me ajudaram a gostar mais dela. As pessoas não eram cruéis comigo, elas me diziam “oi” quando eu passava por elas nos corredores. Eu descobri que eu podia fazer mais do que jogar videogames, eu podia desenhar, ouvir milhares de músicas.
Mas a melhor parte foi que quando eu ganhei uma amiga. Uma amiga de verdade. Uma que tinha sangue e carne. Ela era engraçada, e me ajudou a me acostumar a escola. Ela era uma pessoa que eu podia falar, além de meus pais. Nós duas tínhamos a mesma personalidade imatura. Tínhamos tudo a ver. Eu finalmente tinha uma melhor amiga.
Quando eu crescia (tanto no corpo quanto na mente) Pokemon Channel foi lentamente sendo esquecido. Eu comecei a jogar jogos melhores. Quase todos as coisas que eu podia fazer no jogo eu podia fazer na vida real agora. BRVR foi substituido por minha melhor amiga da vida real. Ele e o jogo foram ficando obsoletos, esquecidos numa prateleira empoeirada no canto escuro do meu quarto.
Nos próximos anos da minha vida foram dourados. Todo dia eu conseguia aprender uma coisa nova e eu me divertia com a minha melhor amiga. Eu fiz outros amigos também, mas nenhum podia se comparar a minha melhor amiga. Eu sempre conseguia jogos novos, dinheiro, desenhar alguma coisa, ouvir musica e fazer coisas com a minha melhor amiga. Eu nunca desejei nada mais.
Coisas boas não duram para sempre.
Eventualmente, eu tive que me mudar. Eu protestei, mas nada adiantou. Tentei parar as lágrimas que caiam dos meus olhos. Eu disse adeus a minha melhor amiga no meu ultimo dia de aula. Nos próximos dias eu chorei enquanto tentava dormir em minha nova casa, mas eventualmente eu parei. Ter uma das minhas principais razões de viver minha vida foi rasgada, meu coração nunca vai ser completamente curado, mas a dor começou a ficar mais fraca.
Eu continuei a ter contato com a minha melhor amiga. Nós duas tínhamos contas no Youtube e falávamos pela internet. Ainda nos chamávamos para dormir nas casas uma da outra e as vezes ver um filme juntas. Mas doía eu não poder vê-la na escola. Eu fiz novos amigos em minha nova escola, talvez até mais do que na minha escola antiga, mas nenhum deles conseguia ser engraçado como a minha melhor amiga. Nenhum podia a substituir.
Mas quando eu me acostumei com esse estilo de vida, uma das coisas mais terríveis aconteceu. Para a segurança dela, eu não vou dizer o que minha amiga fez, mas ela fez uma coisa horrível e minha mãe se recusou a me deixar falar com ela ou vê-la novamente. Meu coração foi quebrado em milhões de pedaços. Não havia mais nenhum motivo para eu viver. Eu sentia como minha única amiga tinha ido embora para sempre.
Eu agora tive que voltar aos meus velhos hábitos, jogar videogames e me isolar do resto do mundo. Eu não passeava mais como antes. Eu me recusava a sair do meu quarto, além de ir para a escola, comer, usar o banheiro e visitar meu pai todo fim de semana, Agora minha melhor amiga foi tirada de mim, eu não tinha nada para fazer na vida real, então eu tinha que ter alguma coisa para substituir o que eu fazia.
Procurando na minha velha estante de jogos, eu encontrei o Pokemon Channel. Eu tirei o pó da capa. Eu sentia como se fosse uma eternidade dês de que eu tinha visto o jogo pela ultima vez. Eu inseri o jogo no Gamecube, agarrei meu controle e esperei por meu velho amigo virtual BRVR.
Uma lágrima caiu dos meus olhos quando as memórias foram voltando enquanto eu olhava para a tela de título. Depois do momento de nostalgia, eu selecionei “continue”. Eu soquei o botão “Yes” quando ele me perguntou se era aquele save data que eu queria carregar. A transição de pokébolas passou na tela. Eu não conseguia esperar mais para ver meu amigo BRVR de novo.
Quando a transição acabou, eu apareci no meu quarto. A cutscene do Pikachu que está dormindo no topo da estante não tocou, mas naquele momento eu não estava ligando para isso. A única coisa na minha mente era BRVR. Eu o procurei pelo quarto, mas ele não estava em lugar nenhum.
“De bi de? De bi dee!”
O Delibird que entregava as coisas que você comprava no Shop ‘N Squirtle estava na porta. Eu sorri. Eu lembrei que eu comprava coisas praticamente todo dia naquele canal quando eu era pequena. Eu pensei que eu tinha comprado alguma coisa da última vez que eu joguei, eu não lembrava direito. Curiosa do que estava na entrega, eu fui ansiosamente para a porta.
“Pikaa...”
O som de um bocejo me parou antes que eu pudesse chegar a porta. Eu “me virei” e vi BRVR surgindo de baixo da cama e subindo-a. Ele parecia deprimido. Eu nunca vi ele subindo na cama assim, exceto quando nós estávamos procurando pelo Pokemon Mini Game no começo do jogo. Quando ele se virou e me viu, ele parecia surpreso. Como acontece sempre.
“Hey Brother, sou eu!” eu sussurrei mesmo sabendo que ele não podia me ouvir. Em vez de seu olhar feliz, “Pika Pikaa!!” ele parecia furioso. Eu estava um pouco confusa. Por que ele estava zangado? Mas antes que eu pudesse refletir sobre isso, “De bi dee!!” O Delibird chamou de novo na porta.
Excluindo aquele pensamento, eu virei para a porta. Eu fui recebida pelo Delibird segurando uma caixa. BRVR sorriu e celebrou quando o Delibird voou. “Uma caixa chegou com a mercadoria do Shop ‘N Squirtle!” Eu rapidamente pressionei A assim que a mensagem apareceu.
Eu me perguntei o que tinha lá dentro. BRVR entrou dentro da caixa e tirou os itens que havia lá dentro. “Você recebeu uma Pikachu TV Z! A Pikachu TV Z vai ser mostrada”. Uma TV horripilante substituiu minha velha TV Voltorb. Ela parecia como um Pikachu com a face virada para você. Dentro de sua boca estava a tela da TV. Parecia que a “pele” do Pikachu estava rasgada e costurada e sangrando em algumas partes, também era como se a tela da TV fosse muito grande para a boca. Eu estava um pouco chocada de como a TV parecia.
“Você recebeu um Red Wallpaper Z! O wallpaper vai ser mostrado” Eu engasguei quando eu vi que o papel de parede era vermelho escuro como sangue. Os Pikachus eram estranhos, sorrisos maquiavélicos estavam em sua face. Eles eram vermelho claro. Eu estava começando a ficar assustada.
“Você recebeu um Pikachu Doll Z! O boneco vai ser mostrado” Eu congelei de medo quando eu vi o Pikachu mórbido sendo colocado em uma das prateleiras. Ele tinha os mesmos olhos dos Pikachus no papel de parede, exeto pelos caninos enormes. Seus olhos eram pequenos, vermelho rubi e dilatados. A ponta de sua cauda era inclinada como um gancho, e tinha garras afiadas. Vários pontos de sangue estavam em seu corpo.
“Você recebeu um Pikachu Doll Z! O boneco vai ser mostrado”
“Você recebeu um Pikachu Doll Z! O boneco vai ser mostrado”
“Você recebeu um Pikachu Doll Z! O boneco vai ser mostrado”
“Você recebeu um Pikachu Doll Z! O boneco vai ser mostrado”
A mesma coisa aconteceu de novo e de novo até que o quarto inteiro foi coberto pelos pequenos bonecos perturbantes. Eles substituíram todos os outros bonecos que eu havia colocado no quarto.
BRVR se levantou e olhou para o quarto. Ele concordou satisfeito e andou para a TV. Eu estava sentada em minha cadeira, tendo arrepios de medo. Eu joguei esse jogo por anos, eu sabia que esses itens não estavam incluídos no jogo. “Pikaa” BRVR me chamou. Ele estava em frente a TV, com brilho nos olhos. Eu sabia que ele estava me chamando.
Eu andei até a TV e a liguei. Ele abriu no canal que normalmente aparece quando eu ligo a TV, o Report channel. Mas para meu terror a tela estava com sangue pingando. Eu mudei de canal e parecia que todos estavam do mesmo jeito. Eu rapidamente abri meu diário, que nesse jogo estava no “start menu”, e cliquei na aba “TVS”. Eu esccolhi a Voltorb TV, mas logo que meu diário se fechou eu me encontrei com BRVR, olhando para mim desapontado.
BRVR se virou para a TV e mudou para o “Fortune Channel”. Esse canal pareccia normal, exceto pelo sangue pingando na tela. “Escolha seu biscoito!” as palavras escorreram no canto da minha tela. Eu escolhi o biscoito do topo, como sempre faço. O biscoito voou para as mãos da Chansey e se abriram.
“Você realmente quer saber sua sorte?” As palavras apareceram na tela. Eu congelei de medo. Alguma coisa sobre aquela sorte me pareceu estranho. Apareceu que o Chansey na tela estava gargalhando.
BRVR mudou o canal de novo. Ele mudou para o Relaxation Channel. Em vez do Mareep fofo, quem me recebeu foram dos Pikachus mórbidos que apenas pareciam como bonecos pulando uma cerca. Eu rapidamente apertei B e voltei ao centro do quarto. Normalmente BRVR iria virar para mim e me observar, mas daquela vez ele não parecia ligar.
Eu andei para uma pintura antiga. Uma bela pintura de um Jirachi com um Pikachu a sua volta. Eu suspirei de alivio. Pelo menos alguma coisa ainda continuava normal. Eu fiquei observando o quadro por alguns instantes, porque eu não queria olhar para o papel de parede ou aqueles bonecos sinistros.
“BRVR está olhando para a pintura também”
Calafrios percorreram a minha espinha quando aquela mensagem apareceu. Mesmo que fosse normal que os Pikachus olhassem os quadros com você. Eu aperte B para ter certeza de que BRVR estava na frente do quadro. Ele pareceu estar triste, como se estivesse pensando em memórias perdidas. Ele virou para mm, com a mesma expressão deprimida. Ele parecia que estava prestes a chorar. Eu sentia muito por ele e desejei que haveria alguma coisa para animá-lo.
BRVR veio para perto de mim e me perguntou algo, o que é comum para um Pikachu perguntar coisas. Mas meu sangue congelou quando eu vi o que estava sendo perguntando: “BRVR quer saber se você continua a amá-lo” Havia um O (Sim) e um X (Não). BRVR nunca perguntou aquilo antes. Eu rapidamente cliquei O. Ele sorriu, e ele parecia estar gargalhando. Eu estava confusa. Por que ele estava rindo? Quando ele terminou de rir ele olhou para mim com um sorriso medonho. Uma mensagem apareceu no topo da tela: “BRVR sabe quando você está mentindo”. Ele então virou-se e continuou a assistir TV.
Naquele ponto eu não sabia o que fazer. Eu sabia que nada disso devia estar acontecendo. Talvez se eu reiniciasse meu Gamecube tudo poderia voltar ao normal. Eu me levantei e pressionei o botão de reiniciar, mas quando eu o pressionei nada aconteceu. Eu o apertei uma segunda vez, e nada aconteceu.
“O jogo não pode ser reiniciado agora” A mensagem apareceu na minha tela. Meu coração parou de bater por um segundo. Depois de ficar olhando para o aviso por um minuto eu voltei a me sentar e decidi continuar jogando. “Melhor ver o que está acontecendo...” eu sussurrei para mim mesma.
Eu olhei a minha volta por um minuto. Outras coisas além do papel de parede, bonecos e a TV pareciam normais para mm. Eu tente sorrir olhando aos velhos posters que eu tinha, mas eu não podia fazer isso. A música fofa e animadora pareça fazer o quarto ficar mais assustador e sombrio. Me parecia que os bonecos mórbidos pareciam ter seus olhos fixados em mim, como se eles estivessem prestes a chegar perto de mim e me agarrar, e lentamente me cortar e devorar minha carne.
“BRVR quer ir para fora” a mensagem apareceu no topo da tela. Antes que eu pudesse fazer alguma coisa, BRVR foi para fora e me obrigou a segui-lo.
Minha respiração parou por um instante quando eu fui para fora.
O céu estava um vermelho sangue, muito mais sombrio com as nuvens vermelhas pairando nele. Em todo o campo estavam cadáveres de Pokemons. Eu não podia dizer quantos eram, muitas de suas partes estavam arrancadas, suas faces estavam picadas e espalhadas para todos os cantos. Eu me senti mal, como se eu pudesse vomitar.
BRVR circulou com volta dos corpos, virou-se e me deu um sorriso malvado. Ele andou e me perguntou: “BRVR quer saber se você gostou do que ele fez com o lugar” Eu imediatamente cliquei X. Aquele sorriso macabro cresceu ainda mais. Ele andou para um corpo de um Skitty e jogou ele para mim. As partes do corpo dele voaram e pularam pela tela. Depois de muitos minutos agonizantes tendo que assistir BRVR brincar com as partes dos corpos mortos, ele andou para o jardim.
Quando nos chegamos ao jardim, duas plantas estavam completamente crescidas. Em vez de frutas, elas tinham cabeças de Pokemons. BRVR pegou uma e começou a comê-la lentamente Meu almoço começou a subir para a garganta, mas eu o forcei para ir para baixo de novo. Eu tentei virar meus olhos para longe daquilo, mas algo os manteve presos a tela. Depois de um tempo BRVR andou para o outro lado e pegou outra cabeça. Quando ele terminou ele me deu um sorriso maquiavélico e saiu do jardim, me obrigando a segui-lo.
Eu estava esperando que ele acabasse e nós pudéssemos voltar para dentro. Mas eu preferia mais aqueles bonecos mórbidos do que as partes dos corpos. Mas ele ainda não tinha terminado de me mostrar aquele mundo que ele havia criado. Imediatamente quando nós entramos BRVR voltou para a porta. E quem foi obrigada a ir junto com ele?
Quando nós saímos não haviam mais nenhum corpo, para meu alívio. Mas o céu ainda estava naquele estranho vermelho sangue. Quando eu tentava ir para dentro ele não me deixava, BRVR apenas me olhava e sacudia sua cabeça negativamente, então eu estava presa ali. O ônibus para a Virdian Forest chegou e BRVR entrou nele antes que eu o mandasse ir. A transição tocou normalmente, o ônibus no mapa da Virdian Forest. Mas quando nós chegamos a floresta estava pegando fogo.
Pokemons mortos estavam em todo lugar, as árvores estavam completamente queimadas, os seus corpos sendo tomados pelas chamas. BRVR pareça insensível ao fogo. Ele foi para o trecho dos cogumelos. Eles pareciam que estavam sangrando. BRVR comeu um sem minha permissão e depois ele sacudiu a cabeça afirmativamente quando acabou.
Ele então correu para o sino que começa o Concerto Pokemon. Em vez de BRVR ser cercado por Clefairies, ele foi cercado por aqueles Pikachus mórbidos. Usando os sinos eles tocavam uma das mais horríveis músicas que eu já havia ouvido. Ele era muito alto, fez minhas orelhas doerem. Mas para meu desespero eu não consegui abaixar o volume. Depois de o que pareciam muitos anos aquilo parou de tocar.
BRVR pareceu satisfeito com a floresta em chamas, e retornou ao ônibus. De novo eu fui forçada a ficar parada para fora de minha casa, enquanto eu esperava pelas outras coisas horríveis que BRVR havia feito. Eu pensei que ele gostaria de tomar o ônibus para o Mt. Snowfall, mas ele tinha outras idéias. Em vez disso ele decidiu tomar o ônibus para Cobalt.
A mesma transição simples, a mesma cena horrível. A praia estava literalmente coberta por pedaços de corpos dos Pokemons que você normalmente encontraria enquanto estivesse passeando por aí. O oceano parecia sangue, e flutuando nele estavam mais pedaços de corpos dos Pokemons. Agora eu tinha certeza que BRVR não gostava dos outros Pokemons.
Então nós jogamos damas. Em vez de pedras, nós usamos órgãos como as peças. BRVR me derrotou rapidamente, porque eu não conseguia pensar em como eu podia usar as entranhas dos Pokemons enquanto eu era cercada pelos corpos mortos. Ele riu quando ele me derrotou, como ele fazia normalmente quando isso acontecia. Então por um longo momento ele exibiu uma face triste. Eu, dando tudo para confortá-lo, pressionei C para acariciá-lo. Mas mal quando eu o toquei com o mouse ele voltou a sua aparência maligna. Ele correu para a área onde pescávamos e eu tive que segui-lo.
BRVR sentou em sua pedra e jogou a sua linha de pesca para o oceano de sangue, esperando algum peixe morder a isca. Não havia nada que eu podia fazer, mas ele se virou e me olhou com brilho nos olhos, como se fosse para eu ajudá-lo. Foi aí que eu lembrei da isca. Eu cliquei no pote de iscas e em vez de um donut de chocolate era um cérebro decomposto. Ele estava se despedaçando e coberto por um musgo verde amarronzado. Eu rapidamente o jogue para o mar.
Rapidamente, BRVR puxou alguma coisa. Com um forte puxão uma criatura veio voando para fora do oceano.
Eu sei que essa criatura vai assombrar meus sonhos para sempre.
Parecia como um Magikarp roxo, mas em sua boca escorria sangue verde ácido. Muitos órgãos pareciam estar saindo de seu corpo. Partes de suas escamas haviam sido retiradas, o que nos deixavam ver alguns de seus músculos, e alguns dos músculos pareciam que haviam sido mordidos e deixados com os ossos para fora. Ele pulou e engasgou procurando respirar, enquanto sons demoníacos saiam de sua boca.
Eu gritei quando eu vi a criatura. BRVR se virou como se ele tivesse ouvido. Ele lentamente desceu da pedra, levando o maior tempo possível para deixar a criatura sofrer muito mais. Então ele começou a comer o Magikarp vivo. Eu gritei novamente e cobri minha boca com as mãos. Mas meus olhos continuaram a observar a cena. Quando ele terminou, ele virou para mim e me mostrou um sorriso, um sorriso alegre. Eu não podia acreditar que esse monstro já fora meu melhor amigo que eu via todo dia depois das aulas.
Depois daquela cena traumática, BRVR animadamente saltitou para a praia, voltando para o ônibus cantando “Pi ka Pi ka Chu~” A sua felicidade fez a situação ficar muito mais assustadora. Enquanto esperávamos para o ônibus para o Mt. Snowfall BRVR parou no meio de sua caminhada, olhando para mim. Sua face estava sem emoção. Mesmo sabendo que ele não podia me ouvir, eu sussurrei: “P-Por que... Por que você está fazendo isso...?” Uma lágrima escorregou dos meus olhos.
“BRVR fez esse mundo para te agradecer” Congelei quando eu vi a mensagem aparecer no topo da tela. BRVR me deu mais um sorriso doentio que ia de bochecha a bochecha. Mais lágrimas começaram a descer a minha cara. O ônibus para o Mt. Snowfall chegou.
As mesmas coisas de antes, transições inocentes, mas paisagens nem tão inocentes. Carcaças congeladas estavam em todo lugar naquela terra congelada, muitos deles enterrados na neve. Surpreendentemente não havia nenhum sangue ou entranhas no chão. Era uma atmosfera mais triste do que mórbida. BRVR caminhou lentamente até onde o Kackleon e o Jigglypuff normalmente cantavam, mas agora eles estavam mortos e enterrados embaixo da neve.
BRVR cantou a mais triste canção que eu já havia ouvido. A sua voz soava como violinos tocando. Ele tinha a expressão mais deprimida enquanto ele cantava a canção. Eu não podia controlar as lágrimas que escorriam de meus olhos enquanto ele cantava. Meu pobre e frágil coração partiu em dois enquanto eu ouvia a canção melancólica.
Depois do que se pareceu uma eternidade BRVR finalmente terminou. Ele me olhou com aqueles olhos deprimidos, melancólicos e sem esperanças que ninguém nunca tinha visto. Eu desejava segura-lo em meus braços para confortá-lo, mas ele rapidamente se virou e correu até a outra parte da Mt. Snowfall.
Nós paramos na frente das Ruins of Truth. Por muitos momentos BRVR apenas parou, como se estivesse morto, encarando as ruínas. Até que ele olhou para mim, um olhar significativo em seus olhos, e correu para dentro. Lá dentro estava escuro, como era para ser. Ele usou um choque para acender as flores elétricas que traziam luz para as ruínas. Em todas as paredes e no chão haviam palavras escritas com sangue “Me ajude” “Por quê?” “Eu preciso morrer” “ME MATE” “É tão frio” “Eu estou tão sozinho” “Onde ela está?” “Volte” “Por que eu não posso morrer?”
BRVR andou até o outro lado das ruínas, até o pergaminho da verdade e da mentira. Eu fui forçada a clicar nela.
“BRVR foi abandonado pela sua melhor amiga anos atrás e substituído por um novo melhor amigo que o deixou sozinho nesse mundo virtual. Verdade ou mentira?”
Eu finalmente entendi o que tudo isso significava. Todas essas palavras escritas nas paredes, elas foram escritas por BRVR. Isso era minha culpa. Eu o abandonei. Meu melhor amigo. Para morrer sozinho. Não, ele não podia morrer nem se quisesse. Ele foi forçado a arrastar sua existência miserável por anos. Eu não o culpava por querer vingança, eu merecia isso.
Eu dei um tapa na minha própria cara. O que eu estava pensando?! BRVR e Pokemon Channel eram só um jogo, eu não era obrigada a passar a minha vida intera o jogando. Eles eram criados para entreter a mente de uma criança. Eles não eram reais. Eu demorei um minuto para pensar no meu argumento, eles não eram reais. Eu pensei sobre todas as coisas que BRVR tinha feito para me traumatizar e ter vingança por eu ter o abandonado por tanto tempo.
Mas era tudo tão real.
Eu selecionei O para verdade, porque era. Eu admiti que eu havia abandonado BRVR. Em vez do pergaminho voltar a mesa, ela brilhou em verde como se dissesse que eu estava certa. A tela começou a, lentamente, desaparecer e ficar preta.
Exceto por BRVR.
Ele parou no centro da tela com um olhar cansado, zangado e triste. Eu não sabia o que pensar dele. Eh o odiava e desejava que eu pudesse matá-lo, mas eu queria pedir desculpas pare ele com todo o meu coração e fazer as coisas melhorarem.
“BRVR sente a mesma coisa por você”
As mensagens não me surpreendiam mais. Era o que eu estava esperando. Depois de muitos momentos nos encarando, eu finalmente abri a boca e perguntei: “O que você vai fazer comigo agora?”
“BRVR quer que você sofra do mesmo jeito que ele sofreu.”
Ele me deu um último e doentio sorriso, o mais terrível que eu já havia visto, e a tela ficou completamente negra. Depois de um momento a tela de início apareceu. O botão de continuar sumira. Eu suspirei aliviada. Aquela coisa horrível havia acabado. Eu me levantei e olhei para a minha mesa.
Nela estava um Pikachu Doll Z.
Creditos:Kussunoki (pokeevo)  Bem...acho que vou jogar Pokémon Channel agora....apenas para me certificar de que está tudo bem com o meu Pikachu....e também para não ver um Magikarp demoníaco. | |
| | | | Uchiha Rephs
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| | Assunto: Re: Mindfucks/creepypastas em pokémon Dom 24 Jul 2011 - 17:11 | |
| Ja faz tempo que ninguem posta aki né?...Eu qria saber mais mindfucks,mas eu qria saber,Guimoraes,essa historia é verdadeira ou so uma Fake? | |
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| | Assunto: Re: Mindfucks/creepypastas em pokémon Dom 24 Jul 2011 - 17:29 | |
| - [CS]Uchiha[CS] escreveu:
- Ja faz tempo que ninguem posta aki né?...Eu qria saber mais mindfucks,mas eu qria saber,Guimoraes,essa historia é verdadeira ou so uma Fake?
Todas as histórias postadas aqui nesse tópico são fakes, obviamente. É só uma historinha para fazer sentir medo, tipo as histórias de terror que tua mãe contava quando tu era um moleque, ou coisa assim. :3 | |
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Frase pessoal : Homens matam, machucam e destroem. Mas alguns aind
| | Assunto: Re: Mindfucks/creepypastas em pokémon Dom 24 Jul 2011 - 19:39 | |
| Na verdade... Eu tenho um amigo que me ajuda a achar creepypasta do pokemon ele tinha achado essa do pokemon chanell, no pokeevo a tradução, depois eu coloquei no pc, fico lá algum tempo eu vim postar aki, queria achar os créditos do pokemon channel, ele acho para mim, eu procurei depois desse seu comentário, descobri que é de uma menina ou mulher sei lá que escreve, ela tem outro que vou postar. Eu vou tentar falar com ela para ver se consigo todas delas para postar aki ^^, mais até onde eu saiba é falsa | |
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| | Assunto: Re: Mindfucks/creepypastas em pokémon Ter 26 Jul 2011 - 22:42 | |
| Aqui vai a prova para provar que a musica de Lavender é uma farsa (não coloquei em link por pura preguiça):
http://passagemsecreta.wordpress.com/2011/01/19/pokemon-o-misterio-da-musica-de-lavender-town-desmistificado-aqui/
Eu nunca mais vou jogar meu Pokemon Channel(eu não jogo faz uns 3 anos).Eu tou traduzindo uma Creepypasta pra postar logo logo.(élá é jápónésá). ________________ Relic | Beacon | |
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| | Assunto: Re: Mindfucks/creepypastas em pokémon Seg 1 Ago 2011 - 13:50 | |
| Alguem sabe mais alguma Mindfuck do Pokemon bem assustadora???Se souberem postem aki pf para eu ler ^^ | |
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