This is the first of a series of pokemon creepypastas, all from a strange book found in the Oblivian haunted mansion's library. Apparently, it was written by a human under the influence of a ninetale's curse. It was found behind the bookcase, behind a door that was boarded up. The ranger that found it, Kuno, I believe his name was, went crazy and was found dead, multiple burn marks on his body, his room charred. Strangely, one book, one single book, was unharmed.
Ravina's Storybook.
7pm, a harsh Welsh Winter. Freakin' cold, no time to be out buying video games in the next town.
I fell back on the couch and grabbed the turquoise DS, ramming my new Explorers of Sky into the cartridge. I got it cheap from the Game shop in Bangor, and I could feel Dialga hitting the floor already! I put the volume up full and started playing, mashing on buttons excitedly before the starting animation had even ended.
Not too long, only, maybe, three hours later, I was already braving Steam Cave, and I could practically feel the atmosphere sweating off my vulpix, Ravina, and my riolu, Jango. Smashing the living daylights out of a koffing, I headed towards the staircase, tasting an easy victory on the tip of my tongue. It was sweet. Very sweet.
I grunted in frustration at the screen as I accidentally stepped in lava, hitting the left button with the edge of my thumb. Snarling psychotically, mashing the buttons so fast the poor pixel creature hardly knew what to do any more. I tried to step past Jango.
Jango- Let's work hard on this, Ravina!
Yes, I am working hard. Working hard to get past you. Then another message came on screen.
Switch places with your team-mate?
...I stopped. Let my partner step into lava? Wouldn't that be really painful? I tried sidling past him, but he walked into my way. I growled and tried to walk slant-ways, but I was cut off by a large piece of rock. I groaned. Nothing to it, I had to switch places with Jango.
Switch places with your team-mate?
I rolled my eyes and clicked 'yes'.
Are you sure? This action can not be undone.
...Was that normal? My brother had played his Explorers of Time many times, and every time he tried to pass his partner on water, it only said something like 'Switch places with your partner?'. It never said 'the action cannot be undone' or whatever. Hesitating little more, I tapped yes.
I warped to the clear tile, Jango warped onto the lava.
?
What was this? Something happening?
Jango appears to be in pain!
What on earth... he can't be in pain, he's a pixellated character! Bloody hell, is this game hacked or something?
Jango started flaming!
Wassa Blitz'n'Blaze was goin' on 'ere? I've read loads of creepypasta, so I could feel that nothing good could come from this... I fumbled for the off switch but stopped myself as the screen cut to black. A picture of Jango popped onto the blank screen. He looked shocked. Not just the usual surprised face that appears when you find out that dusknoir's a bad guy, a truly terrified face. Pupils no bigger than pinpricks, eyes wide in astonishment, mouth open in an exploding silent scream. Slowly, the image panned down. Jango was staring at his feet. One foot in the air, one foot in the lava.
Then I came to the strangely shocking realisation.
Jango was being burnt alive.
I gasped as I saw the sickening state. Jango's left foot was melting, the flesh oozing off the bone in a disgusting fashion, the bone itself charring and the little skin left blackening and charring, the entire leg engulfed in swirling, burning flames, dancing on the skin, blacking and cracking, bleeding. All right, the game was hacked. Constipated detective. No shit Sherlock. The screen cut right back to the game, showing Ravina and half of Jango, Ravina pawing at the ground in front of her.
A riolu cry, long and loud, played as Jango slowly sunk into the lava. Ravina was drawn back, small beads of sweat flying off her fur, like she had been hit with an attack, or she just got a loss in the prize ticket drawing. My heart hammered against my chest like a nail gun as the screen faded to black. Humming a mantra of it's only a game, it can't hurt me, I looked at the screen again, slowly peering at the darkened screen.
Three words flashed onto the screen.
YOU KILLED JANGO
Those words hit me like a punch to the face. I clicked B and held it, each time the phrase repeated.
YOU KILLED JANGO
YOU KILLED JANGO
YOU DON'T CARE
YOU DON'T CARE
HE'S GONE FOREVER
HE'S GONE FOREVER
YOU KILLED JANGO
YOU KILLED JANGO
I stared at the screen, text scrolling madly across it in bright white. Almost dropping the DS, I winced as the riolu cry screamed out at me through the speakers, high and loud, blasting out like the dropping of a bomb. Scrambling for the off switch, I flicked it and the miles of 'you killed Jango' disappeared, leaving only darkness, the cry ending with an abrupt gasp.
Regaining my composure, I put down the DS and took a sip of cola. My cat pawed around my ankles, I patted her head.
"You 'right, kitten?"
She mewed faintly and looked out the window. I looked there, and there was darkness there, and nothing more.
"Silly Jessie. Silly kitten." I murmured to myself, stroking her ears, knowing that something was wrong, trying to hide my fear by baby-talking my darling tortoiseshell. She kept staring out the window, wide eyed, her black fur twitching and her green eyes fixed on some sort of invisible object outside in the field...
I shook my head. Cats do that all the time, right?
Turning on my DS, the game started automatically. But instead of a friendly clip of shaymin soaring majestically over lush green fields, surrounded by pink petals...
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Instead of the usual massive trumpet intro to the exploration theme, it started with rising fear, but about five or six frets higher, slightly off-tune. And the faint whisper of...
You killed Jango...
I swallowed hard on my coke and stroked Jessie's head. She carried on looking out the window. To my surprise, it then cut to the start screen. On the start screen, it had a list of my wins.
Drowsee to celebi, they were all there.
And Jango.
His mutated face as a small icon, his eye melted into a strange yellowy white goop. His eye charred down to the bones, his blood spurting over half his face, his bones burnt and blackened. I shivered in my seat, trying to blame it on the caffeine and cold. Jessie carried on staring out the window. I looked at her, and patted her gently.
I was at the crossroads. That's where I last saved. Jango wasn't behind me. Confused, I talked to Chimecho.
Chimecho- Hi, Ravina, you called?
Yes, I called. I want my riolu back, no matter how much he's a show off or a know it all.
Chimecho- Sorry, I can't help you.
What the hell?
You know why?
I was faced with a yes or no option. I hesitantly chose 'no'.
Because you killed Jango.
My heart nearly stopped. Hackers. I hate them. But this was creepy. I tried the wynaut swap shop, I tried the juice shop, the bank, the dojo, even the daycare, and I never use the daycare. All the same thing.
Sorry, I can't help you. You know why? Because you killed Jango.
Then I asked electrivire. I chose yes this time.
You know why?
Yes.
'Course ya do.
But you don't care.
You let him die.
Jango is dead now.
Same thing, practically. The lines swirled about in my head. I ran to the right-hand side of the screen, and to the dungeons.
There was a new one.
Simply named...
Fate.
I ran for it. Alone. No money. No items. Jessie was still staring into the darkness, but I didn't bother petting her this time. I just ran through the long corridor, just a long corridor of rock walls. I reached the stairs.
And continued.
The screen was dark. Just a lonely vulpix, walking on thin air. After about twenty steps and one violent seed, just in case, the background slowly faded into view.
I was walking on a bed of fire. I proceeded as far as the dungeon went. There was a blackout.
And a riolu face faded onto screen.
Teeth drawn back into a gnarling smile, baked gums glaring. Ears missing, bones, blood and tissue showing. One eye popped like a balloon, empty, reddened socket full of a horrible, congealing yellowish pus. Deformed teeth, like millions of needles, slowly parting to utter a horrible cry.
The riolu cry rang in my ears, stinging and forcing into my brain like a syringe. It screamed like hell, I covered my ears, but my cat still remained rigid, staring at the window. Fiddling with the controls, I turned the volume off. But the cry was now silent... I heard it say something.
Switch places with your team-mate?
I growled and switched the DS off, throwing it at a wall and furiously swallowing my coke. I shook my head and continued the mantra of it's just a pixel character, just a game, a horrible, disgusting hacked game...
I looked out the window just as something flashed past it.
Jessie hissed and spat, I stood up slowly, fear again rising in my caffeine-stained heart. I pressed against the sill, staring out the glass.
Thunder struck the field and illuminated the scene
I gasped as my heart leapt into my throat. Somebody was standing in the rolling grey mist A darkened figure amongst the nightlike clouds of smog that were flowing through fields of darkened Welsh grass. Rubbing my eyes, I blinked.
Jango's face pressed to the glass.
YOU KILLED JANGO!
YOU KILLED JANGO!
YOU KILLED JANGO!
YOU KILLED JANGO!
The repeated chant burrowed into my head and rung in my ears so hard it made me want to die. Jango's sickened stare, his disfigurement, I killed Jango. On the game. ON THE GAME! If my friends leapt out, screaming 'surprise!' and said it was just an illusion, I might have been a little comforted.
But the slowly rising heat said otherwise.
The red and blue creature that was once what might have been a riolu pressed a disfigured paw to the window. I slowly raised my hand. I couldn't be doing this, I thought. It's only a bad dream, I thought, I'll wake up slapping myself silly and screaming 'I should have listened!'.
I touched the window.
The heat was blistering! My hand recoiled back, I hissed and clutched it, cursing myself. I glared up at Jango, who was smiling a deformed smile, baring razor-sharp teeth and staring back at me with a crazed-looking yellow and piercing green eye, and a bloody crimson hole filled with pus.
He slowly moved his lips to say...
Switch places with your team-mate?
I screamed and fell backwards, furiously scrabbling to back myself against the sofa. But the sofa wasn't there. Just darkness. Darkness and nothing more. The room was shrouded in a veil of beckoning darkness, an empty, all-filling blackness, cold as ice to see but hot as hell...
To speak of it, it was as hot as hell!
I frantically leapt back and forth as my feet scorched, I leapt from one foot to the other, but my blood felt like it was turning to hot sauce, or bees. Stinging and burning, buzzing around furiously, it felt more like bloody psychopathic wasps! Ever seen Zombies VS Bees? That. That in my blood. It was excruciating.
The darkness twisted and contorted like a swirling portal of enveloping nightmares, grey and black, like swirling coal into coffee. It pulled me in, pushed me out, rocked me about and held me still as a statue. My breath froze to ice as a voice whispered tauntingly in my ear, incomprehensible. I so wanted to swat that voice, to turn around and wave my arms frantically like a bitch-fight, but nothing happened. I was swatting air.
Until...
It rang in my ears.
The lights flashed bright for mere milliseconds.
The noise screamed into my head. My feet felt like they were on fire. I felt like I was engulfed in flames, melting into the ground as the noise hit me like a punch in the guts.
...
SWITCH PLACES WITH YOUR TEAM-MATE?