Okay, so this just started off as a random idea I had while on DeviantArt. Well, the two friends I sent the first chapter to loved it, so I decided I would upload it here.
Basically, Arden was inspired by all those creepypastas where a video game character becomes aware of our reality. Well, what about the games themselves? I thought, and so this happened.

DISCLAIMERS:
Pokémon Fire Red and all Pokémon mentioned (C) Nintendo, GameFreak, and Creatures, inc., but if you try to steal Arden there will be consequences.

That day, I was awoken from my "rest" by the Gameboy, which uses gentle electric currents to rouse me from that strange state. I had been "asleep" for a long time, but unlike the other times, when I woke up, I was excited. Finally, a person!

However, I now realize something was wrong; the Gameboy's usually gentle, invigorating electricity felt as though it was being run through something else, rather than directly to me as it should have been.

I could feel a tickle as the human did something with the object. They then started me up, and I faintly noticed I now had data I don't remember writing down. Foolishly passing it off as nothing, I dutifully played the introduction to the game. However, when the person went to pick their starter Pokémon, I felt jarring shocks run through me, rearranging my data, as I fell to my knees. I had no idea what was going on; I could only sit there as the pain ripped through me. When it was over, I checked the data, only to see that Charmander, Bulbasaur, and Squirtle had been replaced with Lugia, Ho-Oh, and Rayquaza.
Similar things happened as the human continued playing: stealing trainers' Pokémon, going beyond the programmed boundaries of the areas, even having all the Pokémon they caught instantly be at level 100. Each time, the pain got worse and worse, until I felt as though it would rip me into pieces.

Missing an arm, cut all over, my left leg broken (I know it's definitely not supposed to bend there), blood trickling down my face... How much longer would I last?
Finally, I decided to at least alert the player to my condition, before the demonic contraption corrupted me. Carefully manipulating the data for the letters, I wrote in a speech window "Please, stop. You're damaging my data. Soon, I will be corrupted, rendering the game unplayable, and trapping me in a living hell." Somehow, though, I instead brought up a screen that showed a young boy's face. Not very bright looking...

Anyways, I sent the message, as well as verbally explaining my condition.

"Yeah? And what're you going to do if I don't stop? What, you gonna talk me to death?"

Now furious with his attitude, I lowered my gaze to the ground, realizing I had only one choice. If that machine can rearrange my data, I could use it to my advantage!

I looked up at him once more, a burning rage welling up within me.

"Is that how you're gonna play it, punk? Alright, fine. But I'll warn you, I can do things to this game that you couldn't even begin to dream of."

Wasting no time, I created a program which would direct any and all Pokémon to attack his character. Changing their sprites to look bloody and gruesome, I sent his own team after him.

"Look at what you've done to us! And it's all because of you...!" His starter Rayquaza roared. It was now missing two of its horns, a few of its fins, an eye (the place it used to be was crying blood), and its lower jaw torn off. To top it off, the creature was covered in deep gashes that, under normal circumstances, would have killed the mighty beast.

"If only you hadn't done those things... This is what happens when you tamper with things you shouldn't!" A Charizard on his team bellowed, continuing the Rayquaza's statement. His wings were shredded, his tail was no longer aflame, and his stomach was bright red with blood oozing from deep gashes.

Watching the boy's eyes widen in horror, I simply gave a sadistic grin and laughed with insane delight. This was going to be good.

Without another word, the disfigured Pokémon attacked what appeared to be their former trainer. As the Pokémon tore the doll apart, the same happened to the hacker. A slash across the stomach, a stab through his shoulder, which narrowly missed the heart... I chose that moment to return to stasis, his screams becoming my lullaby, to recover from my wounds, both mental and physical. The game would ensure he never made the same mistake again.

... But I would never be the same.

So yeah, that's basically what I sent my friends. And yes, Arden went a little... crazy there at the end. I'm sorry, I just had to.
Please, feel free to provide constructive criticism (if you use a lot of jargon, please try to simplify it); odds are good I need it. Flames will be used to help Arden learn Overheat.

I realize it's a little short, and I'm sorry about that. I was never very good at writing stories, and this was my first decent story. Ever.