Hello and welcome to my Pokemon story.

After reading several Creepypasta Pokemon stories, I ended up with some inspiration for a story of my own. That being said, this story will start out being in a first-person view. I couldn't not include details, so hopefully you'll have a decent idea of how the main character is just from this first chapter. History, or background, toward Pokemon was the most important part for getting this story started, so that's what's given here. More details will be added as the story continues, of course.

~I hope you enjoy reading~

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Chapter 1: The Beginning

I have a terrible habit. No matter what I did or tried, the habit never left me. It didn't matter how much time passed, let alone how little time passed. The horrible habit just wouldn't leave me alone. It started when I was six, I think, when I started playing games. No, not monopoly or anything; Pokemon. Pokemon Yellow, my first game, was probably the cause of my bad habit.

You see, I can't keep playing a game for too long. It wasn't the games fault, no, it was mine. The game could be at the most boring part, or the most exciting and best part. It didn't matter. The same thing happened almost every time, I would get only just so far along, then I would stop playing for months at a time. Some games went years without attention, Kingdom Hearts being the worst case. I got to Aladin's world, see, then I didn't play for nearly two years. When I picked it up again, I couldn't remember the controls and had to start all over again. I made it to Ariel's world that time, then set it down again. I haven't played since.

Now, you're probably wondering how Pokemon Yellow was the cause of such a nasty habit. Well, let me tell you how. When I first started playing, I was worse than the average dumb kid. I actually thought I had to be in Prof. Oak's lab, in front of the instructions poster behind him, in order to save. Not to mention it took me several days of wondering around, not doing anything but leveling up my Pikachu, to figure out that I had to deliver a parcel to Prof. Oak before I could do anything else. By the time I delivered the parcel, my little electric friend was already level thirty. No joke. Brock was easy to beat with Slam, so I moved past his gym real quick. But then came Cerulean... I couldn't go back through Mt. Moon, so I was stuck. Without being able to save. So I thought, at least. Thanks to that, my stupid little kid self started a new game after a day of being in despair of losing all that work I did. Again, I couldn't do much. After all, I had to be in front of that poster in the lab if I wanted to save. It didn't take long for me to just put the game down. After a few days of not playing, however, I jumped right back into it. That time, however, I ran a little test before I got too far. Outside of the lab, and I mean right outside it and in directly front of the door, I tried opening the menu and saving. When it worked, I was ecstatic! As well as very, very annoyed. After all, I lost all my previous work because I couldn't save.

The point of my telling you this is simple. You see, the same thing happened with almost every game - including my beloved HeartGold. You may be asking why I say beloved, so I'll tell you the reason. Charizard is my favorite Pokemon, in every game. Doesn't matter what game, doesn't matter what new Pokemon show up, Charizard is always my favorite. Always at the front of my team whenever possible. HeartGold is the first game I managed to get a Shiny Charizard - my dream, my ultimate favorite. When that little golden Charmander hatched, I swear I nearly squeeled. I'm not the type to squeel, but I think a small one escaped me anyway I was so happy. I managed to keep playing for months without putting it down, but eventually, my habit won out and I ended up putting the game down. Like usual.

I never really liked nickanming my Pokemon, so they remained without names. I tried getting into it a few times before, in the earlier games, but I'd always forget which one had which name and I'd only be frustrated at the idea that nicknaming was even possible. Only for the games though, I nicknamed every one of them in roleplays. I had half a nerve to try conquering my habit and play the game again just so I could nickname my shiny Charizard. He'd be the only one with a nickname, and like I could ever forget him anyway.

Nearly a year passed after I put the game down, and I finally got myself to play again. I didn't change the game out at all, so the DS went untouched the entire time. The first thing I did when I started the game up and selected continue was stare at that little black Charizard beside my trainer sprite. After a moment of just staring with a smile, I opened the menu and went to the Pokemon page, opening his stats to check on him. I knew where I left off, even if I did leave it alone for a year or so, thanks to never leaving my team unhealed. I was training just outside in the grass around the Pokemon Center. My lovely Charizard was only level seventy-one, and I wanted to get him to one-hundred. Even with my bad habit, I really wanted to try. The other members in my team were my starter Typhlosion, level ninty-nine, Tyranitar, level sixty, Metagross, level forty-five, Dragonite, level fifty-six, and Pidgeotto, level twenty-three. Pidgeotto was the only one other than Charizard to always be in my team. I could only justify him being there because he could learn Fly, though. As you may be able to tell from the other members, I typically force myself to keep the hard-hitters in my team instead of just going with my favorites. If I had it my way, Charizard, Pidgeotto, Umbreon, Ninetales, Absol and Grovyle would have the best stats and always be in my team. And, if things went even further my way, Charizard and Ninetales would always be shinies. But, alas, it just wasn't possible.

My character name was Sunset, and I had played the game for more than one-hundred and ten hours, had sixteen badges, and one-hundred and ninty-one Pokemon in my dex. I wanted to get all of the Pokemon, sure, but training up my team was always the first priority with me. So, finally playing again, I continued my training. I headed straight for the grass to look for some wild Pokemon to fight. It didn't take long at all for a wild Ponyta to appear, and I sent out my Charizard. I was tempted to use Flamethrower, just because it was my favorite fire-type attack, but I wanted to train fast. Flamethrower would wait until I battled a Tangela or something, so I selected Slash instead. Wing Attack probably would have worked just as well, but Slash was always my favorite normal-type attack and my buddy always had that move, same as Flamethrower. It was a critical hit, and the Ponyta fainted in the first round.

Instead of going back to the overworld after the experience was received, the screen seemed to have frozen where it was, but blank except for my shiny Charizard's back sprite. That was where things got strange. My Charizard actually turned around, right where he was, and faced the screen. Instead of that set frown-like expression all Charizard always had, he was smirking. I knew I was supposed to be creeped out or something, but seeing him without a frown made me smile instead. Or maybe I smirked as well, I'm not really sure. Then things got even more strange. Text appeared saying, "You were gone for a long time."

Seeing that text made me blink a couple times, then stare at Charizard again. I had read plenty of creepypasta stories before, so my illogical side was begging me to shut the game down right then and there. I ignored that completely, smiling brightly instead. Even if things got bad, I wouldn't care. Ever since reading my first creepypasta, I could only dream of having my Pokemon talk to me, mainly my Charizard. And here he was, seemingly talking to me. The giddyness over-rode my guilt toward my bad habit, and I only continued smiling. But then my logical side took over, forcing me to realize that it could simply be a glitch. The thought dropped my smile into a small frown. It couldn't be hacked, considering the game never left my sight after I bought it. Even when I wasn't playing it, it sat next to me. But a glitch, those could happen after time. When I frowned, however, Charizard shook his head. "You... aren't a glitch?"

As if my dream Pokemon could actually hear me, text popped up saying, "No, I'm not a glitch. Not hacked, either." I was finding it hard to not smirk again when I read that. Oh, how thrilled I was. But then I remembered some, no, most, of the creepypasta stories I read and couldn't help but frown slightly again, this time in guilt. "Are you mad...?" I hadn't played for such a long time, even after I had wanted nothing more than to over-ride that dumb habit. Much to my relief, the sprite shoot his head again. A smile replaced my frown at that, then text popped up again. It said, "Did you miss me?" A yes/no option had popped up as well, and there was no hesitation at all with selecting the answer, which was obviously yes. Even without playing, my shiny Charizard never left my mind. I could be focused on another game, working, reading, it didn't matter. He was never far from my mind.

He believed me, too, I could tell. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, the smirk on his face shifting into a smile. Either he was hopeful, optimistic, or truly knew. But then things kinda took a turn into the "shut off the game right now you freaking idiot" zone. I felt like I was being stretched. Not like stretching my muscles, but like being pulled apart. I started to panic a bit, my breathing quickening. Charizard opened one eye, not losing the smile, and more text appeared. I barely managed to focus enough to read it, even though it was only a single word. It said "Relax." Even my illogical side, the side that believed in the creepypasta stories, calmed down at that simple word. The reason? Simple. In all of the stories, the Pokemon always said "And now you die!" or something else along those lines when something bad was happening. Apparently, my being stretched wasn't a bad thing. At least, if I chose to believe the dragon... Which I tried to. And the very second I tried to relax, my entire body felt numb. Only a moment passed after I numbed when everything went black. I had fallen unconscious.

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So there you have it, the first chapter of (hopefully) many.

The rating for this story is what it is because of what's planned for further in. Violence is a guarantee, and there will be plenty of swearing done by a future character. Until said character makes an entrance, however, language will be pretty mild with nearly no cursing. As another side note, I'm unsure if romance will be included or not. If it is, it will be between OC's and not originals. What I can guarantee, however, is that the main characters from the show and games will be their own. Ash wont be showing up, neither will Gary, or any of those others. Just the professors and the gym leaders and such. Oh, and who could forget nurse Joy and officer Jenny? I've thought of not including those two, but hey, what's Pokemon without them?

Please comment, review, whatever, with any thoughts.