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Pokemon Creepypasta It had been nearly a month since I had played Pokemon White, or even go anywhere near my Nintendo DS. The game had been sitting in the DS, unharmed, and ready to be played. It was dark outside, my parents had gone to sleep, my brother was watching TV in his bedroom down the hallway from mine, and my dad had made me get off my computer. I wasn't at all tired. I looked at the clock next to me. It read 11:43. I shrugged, then turned on my DS. As the light shined in my eyes, I went to the menu. "Insert game" was written on it. I turned the DS around. Yup, Pokemon White was inserted. In the game slot. Ready. I turned it back around to see that the screen now said "Pokemon White". It must have been my imagination I hit start, and the game started. Once it opened the title screen, I was shocked to see that instead of Zekrom appearing, there was a man in a black robe. It must be an update? I was confused. His pixels grew larger, and I noticed how good the qu
This be my story chapter one1
"Lilith Carson," screeched my second period teacher, Mrs. Wilson, as she read the list of peoples' names. I looked up, and she signaled me to go to the front of the classroom. It was show-your-pet-day, which, in fact, is weird for a tenth grade language arts class. I could feel Morris, my pet chinchilla that was sitting in my lap, jump from me talking, and then I felt something wet. Great. Morris did it again. I attempted to wipe away the liquid that was on my lap, but it barely came off. Sighing, I stood up, holding Morris with both of my hands, and walked to the front of the room.
I could hear Savannah Melendez giggling from the back row. Her high-pitched voice made it feel like my ear drums were imploding, I don't understand why her parents hadn't 'gotten rid' of her (that is in fact what she says about me). Morris tried to hide in my school sweatshirt's pocket at the sight of all of my classmates. The only time he had ever be
Am I... A clone? As I looked around me, I could see a liquid. was in a tank, and there were tubes going around me. I looked around, and saw another Riolu in a chamber like mine. My paws were different, however. They had markings, and my tail was different from the other Riolu also. I was scared. I saw men and women walking around me, and pointing at me. I felt like crying, but I couldn't
They turned around and started talking to each other. Once they finished their conversation, they pulled a lever, and a liquid started flowing into my arms. It felt as if someone had stabbed me with a knife, and then I was immobilized. When I woke up, I was in the middle of a fire. The lab was destroyed, and the other Riolu was on the ground, wearing a pink glow stick for a necklace. His Aura spoke to me. For all it said was, "Take my necklace. It shall guide you." and then my journey as a Riolu began.
Kingdom Hearts III: The Search for Sora Chapter 1
"Is reality a dream, or is dreaming a reality?
The universe is full of answers, I only want one.
My question: Why me?"
Deep within the interior of a large black-painted building, there stood a mouse-like figure. At three feet tall, his face shrouded by a black hood, and only his tail exposed, he gazed out the window towards a scarcely populated area. The only way it could be seen were by the street lights dimly lit.
"We need a new bearer...", said a voice, behind the short mouse.
The short figured turned almost immediately towards the man hidden in darkness. From out of the shadows, the man stood only a foot out and thus could barely be seen.
''I know," the mouse figure spoke. "But the question is…"
"Who will it be?" the shadowed man replied quickly, making a mental note. "The heartless will be drawn to him… So that will make him easier to follow."
"Don't forget… It could be a girl."
The mouse-like figure turned around towards the window once more. It
Game Cave Chapter 01: Bust-A-Bomb!
Blue sky, white clouds, and a hint of desert wind from the east. All was calm, as if the entire universe were holding its breath. Then it exhaled. The sky erupted in a fury of orange, yellow, red, and green flame. A mixture of hellfire and rocket fuel, with a dash of magic thrown in for maximum damage.
Custom explosives were like that, Bombkatt thought, sitting in the Captains chair of the Jolly Dagger. Multicolored, sparkly, vicious. No matter the recipe, each bento bomb was unique. In her mind at least. Katt loved crafting her own weapons, and she was damned good at making them. It was a gift. Bentos, specifically, were her preferred weapon of choice. With the right Majeki inserted, they could even be used to entertain parties. Not these ones. These were made to kill.
The Jolly Dagger, Katt’s newly bought airship, cast a W
New Life Or Death-TG Caption-(Request)
Craig awoke in darkness to the faint sound of whispers. He rose out of bed to notice a green hue resonating out of his bathroom. Craig reached over to his left to awake his girlfriend, Taylor. She wasn't there.
“Taylor, Taylor?” Craig whispered looking about the room for his partner. Another eerie whisper sounded from the bathroom the green hue growing brighter. It was as if a small rock concert was going on in Craig's restroom. Craig slowly pulled the covers from over his legs and carefully placed his feet on the carpet floor. Curiosity pulled him toward the restroom. He tip towed toward the light biting his lip and clenching his fist anxiously. He peered around the corner of the bathroom to see what the source of the light was. His eyes widened in fear when he saw Taylor standing in front of the glowing mirror. She stood straight and stiff. Her hair floated around wildly as if she was underwater and her eyes were white as rice. Her lips moved forming inaudible phrases whi
What Dreams May Become 5 (Multiple TFs)As promised, the fifth installment of Corrie and Roman's adventures below is a compilation of TFs that you all requested. I received so many that I had to split it into two parts. I used as many suggestions as I could (that would make sense in the story). There were a few that I'm saving for future installments as well. So thanks to all who contributed, and, without further ado, the first part of Corrie's "Transform-a-thon"!
The day before college had finally arrived. I woke up before Roman, and grabbed a list that lay on my nighttable. “Things I'd like to be,” was scribbled on the top. I studied the paper, wondering which form to try first. After all these weeks with my new husband, one would think the excitement of his transforming me would have dulled by now. But in fact, it was quite the opposite. He had promised that the day before I started college, he would turn me into as many things as I wanted. I suspected this was partly to get it
TG caption this: A Magic Mirror?
"Bleak, what's your status?" The voice of mission control, aka my best friend Jet, resonates through my ears. It was hard to hear him over the sound of gunfire. Behind my helmet I gritted my teeth, the readouts weren't good.
"I'm out of ammo for all weapons but the 'GoLaser' and that only has enough charge for five shots. Currently surrounded by..." I chanced a look out from behind my cover, I was fired at almost immediately but I managed to get a rough idea of how many there were before ducking back. "...about 10 hostiles and the shield systems are at critical." I winced as the torn material of my suit tickled the fresh wound on my arm. "I don't know if I'm gonna make it out of this." My words might have sounded grim, but I was smiling, this was exhilarating.
"Right, you'll have to chance a finisher, convert remaining shield power to the GoLaser." I could tell he didn't like the plan, but it did seem like the only way
"Roger." Snapping the handle of the gun into a port on the buckle o
Fairy of DeathShe's the prettiest woman on earth. A dress woven from ivy and lilies whispers of death, unheard.
Is she even human? the prince thinks to himself as he tries to get closer. He wants to touch those rosebud lips. A faerie's kiss means immortality, doesn't it...
But she takes a delicate, white fingertip to prod his nose, and he falls back beneath the surface. Cold, black water embraces him. Sinking deeper, the prince hears only the first few notes of her song.
After the ritual is finished, the cursed witch of the woods cackles with laughter. She'll last another hundred years from now. A royal child’s bones, a drop of blue blood in the pond of youth... These days, she has given up rivalling dragons and stealing away fair princesses.
No one ever sets out to save the prince in a fairy tale.
Miley Valentine hung upside down on her living room couch with her legs hanging over the top of the couch and her head hanging off of the bottom. Her eyes were fixated on the TV as she watched her favorite movie. There wasn't much else for her to do, after all, she was grounded. No phone, no going over to friend's houses and no phone...why couldn't her parents just kill her? That wasn't even the worst part of this situation. No. Far from it. There was another thing that made Miley's Saturday night suck completely. As if taking away her entire life wasn't bad enough, her parents had also decided to do something else...something so evil that Miley couldn't even think of a word to describe the pure wickedness of the act. They had forced her to...
"Miley!" shouted a familiar, high-pitched voice, cutting through Miley's train of thought and bringing her back to the reality of her ruined Sa
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 11
Chapter: 11 Cave of Evil
A boisterous, nasally voice spoke up. "Lights...camera...action! Hellooooooo galaxy! Desiree DazzleDaze here with the latest in interstellar news." She quickly twerked her butt implants back into place. "Breaking news. Are the Galactic Guardians finally beaten? Recent reports show that the Phantom has attacked the famed Admiral Jetson's cruiser. Not only was the hero killed, but the Guardians were late to the party...AGAIN. It seems the pony doctor's drones were a flop, and the GoldenHearts?.....No shows!" Her audience laughed and chortled away as she giggled with a snort. "It's bad enough that Queen Elsa threw a fit at her royal ball when another queen attempted to woo her hubby. Speaking of which, where has the king gone off to? Who knows, he may be running off with that curvaceous Madrisian queen. Careful Elsie, Mikie's slowly....but surely....dumping your icy
Adventures in Equestria Ep. 32
*In the kingdom of Mareheim, late in the morning, Mezmo and Salem stood before the Mane Six, including Spike, outside the palace gates*
Mezmo: Alright, everyone, since I lost track of time hanging with Prince Carson yesterday, I’ll be giving you a tour of the kingdom today. Hopefully, we’ll have just enough time afterwards to get ready for the ball tonight.
Twilight: We look forward to it, Mezmo. *to the others* Don’t we?
*The remainder of the Mane Six, Spike included, nodded with comments of agreement*
Mezmo: Awesome! So, where should we go first?
Twilight: I’ve been personally interested in your old home.
Mezmo: *uncomfortable* Uh… How about we save that one for last?
Salem: Touchy subject. Believe me.
Twilight: Oh… I understand.
Pinkie: Aren’t there any famous landmarks in town?
Mezmo: *snaps his fingers* Good idea, Pinkie! And I know just the one to start with. Follow me, please!
*Leading his Ponyvillie friends through the streets of his ho
Intro: Rainbow's Story I looked into the grass infront of me as I stood up. I saw my hands, noticing they were paws. I felt a tail, and saw it. I noticed I had all my memory. My name is Rainbow. I'm an eighteen year old girl, and I have no memory of the last 24 hours.
I started walking on the path ahead of me. I hear a growl from the bushes, and suddenly look at them.
Everything went black.
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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