I got this idea from reading a very good fan fiction on Devaintart about the creepy pasta Pokémon things. Just search these titles on YouTube, and you'll see what I mean: Blue Tears, Tarnished Gold, Creepy Black, and Lost Silver.

The perspective is 1st and it's I talking to the characters. Yeah, I know, "you stole the idea," but I don't give a shit. It's an interesting concept, and I would like to try it. I would like to thank *HearTheVoices (can be found on Devaintart) for giving me the inspiration. I'll be watching you

Enjoy!

-Scared the fuck out of me-

Hi! My name's Damaris. I'm your typical, average teenager. Well, if you count being very spiritual, not wanting to date, reading all day, loving art average. I have dark brown hair and Dark brown eyes. I'm 5'3, I think, and a little bit overweight. Just a little bit, okay? My hair reaches past my shoulders and curls at the end. I consider my looks below decent, but I could care less.

I'm pretty much a female gamer. My main game is Zelda, but I like Pokémon and Fire Emblem as well. I don't play Pokémon much anymore, but I do take up my DS and play. I have a GB that I rarely use, and a Wii. The reason why I don't play my GB anymore is that I was forced to sell my games for extra money for the bills. My Wii remote's batteries cannot be trusted; you can charge them and within 15 minutes, they go dead. I miss playing Twilight Princess.

My father, despite not calling and barely visits, still cares for me. He got me a tablet for art. But I couldn't download anything. Now I use it sparingly. The battery wastes too easy. A few months later, he got me a Pokémon: Gold & Silver as a way to make amends for the tablet. The game cartridge was scathed and looked old. There was a huge black X on it and a DON'T PLAY. From all the horror I watch, I immediately realize that those are not good signs, and the game could be hacked.

As I've stated before, I tend to watch horror, despite despising it to all hell. It seems I like scaring the fuck out of myself. But why? I started questioning my sanity at one point. I know I'm completely sane, and can come off as an adult with the way I usually type. So I may have high intelligence. But I do read quite a lot, so that could be the reason why. I also have the tendency to rant. Now I'm off-topic.

Anyways, I really couldn't trust the game. What if something horrible happened? What if it didn't even work? My curiosity got the best of me, however, and I got comfortable while inserting the game into the GB. As the opening cut screen showed, nothing was out of the ordinary. The Ho-oh still looked as beautiful as ever, the music stayed the same. Maybe this was all some kind of cruel joke? The same my father played on my grandmother when she called and asked her daughter, only to hear she was in the hospital? Or the time when he put dead lizards in my pool? There was only one way to find out.

After the short cinema ended, I went to the menu. Someone else had made a game, probably the previous owner. I smiled. It was probably a small little girl or boy who had as much fun as I did when I was younger. Then they grew up and sold the game to another little boy or girl. Or possibly gave it to one of their siblings and then they sold it. Nevertheless, something, surely, horrible must have happened, for it to have a big X and a DON'T PLAY. I checked the time, and realized it was 9:00. Despite me sleeping late, I felt like playing it in the morning for some odd, strange reason. I brushed it off and turned off the GB.

-The next Morning-

I woke up early, as usual. My bed is under a window in my apartment, so it's usually the sunlight that wakes me up and what keeps me in bed. I looked over at the desk my mom put next to my bed and was shocked. There was a Pokémon: Gold & Silver all right….but not a GB version. A DS version. My instant reaction was like most people: WTF. I looked it over. It still looked the same, with its X. instead of DON'T PLAY on the actual thing, it was on a note that appeared from nowhere. As I thought how to explain the unexplainable, the possibilities for the unimaginable, I quickly pondered magic. But magic didn't exist….right? Perhaps it was an act of God, such as my gift.

My mother and I have the gift of prophecy or the ability to see into the future. My mother rarely has these dreams, and they are never wrong. They are never clear either. I also can see into the future, but in a different way. I rarely have any dreams. My gift is in deciphering messages given to me. The way the messages are brought out is by going to a certain place, at a certain time. Most of the time, the people or objects, resemble things from my past. The day before my father came to visit; I went to a local restaurant. I noticed a teenager holding a baby when I was eating. I later realized he looked very much like one of my father's friend's sons. When I was leaving, I noticed a man who looked at bit like my father. God had given a message to decipher. I thought that maybe my father would come visit. He did.

I have never really believed in magic, despite my OC being a sorceress. Was I destined for something greater then? Did God change my game? He must have. The movie, Prince of Egypt, briefly passed through my mind. The movie is an animated movie of the biblical story Moses. The scene where Moses learned the secret that the Queen and King kept from him was the one that passed my mind. He found out that he wasn't really a son of the King, but was adopted. I can clearly remember the Queen singing, "When the Gods give you a blessing, you don't ask why it was sent."

Sometimes God give us a blessing, even though we don't really want it. You should always be grateful if God chooses you as one of his servants to perform his wonders. It is quite an honor. Now I had a gift and a blessing. I…I don't really know what a 13-year-old girl could do, but I would try nonetheless.

I started up the game and it was perfectly normal, just like yesterday. It started with the black screen, just like normal and how I remembered. Of what I could remember, I don't really have good memory. Instead of the normal, "What time is it?" I was greeted with, "Pokémon are nothing more than tools. Use them and throw them away." What kind of bullcrap was this? I didn't ever remember something like this happening. I thought Pokémon were supposed to be your friends, not tools that you can use.

After that, it faded to a scene where Gold was walking at night, alone at a route. He seemed hesitant about something, moving forward, only to stop. He looked at the direction he came in, went back, and then went forward. He moved slowly to the center of the screen, as if he was nervous about something. Without me touching the control pad, he moved! He freaking moved! Then he went back to the spot he was at and asked, his text gold, naturally, "Hello?"

I spoke into the mic, fearful for the worse. "Um, hi?"

"Are you my player this time?"

"Yes?" what the hell is going on?

"Are you going to help me?"

"The best I can."

His face smiled filled the top screen and he smiled. It went back, and a dialogue box that read, "Thank you," appeared. I had no idea what just happened, but I kept playing. The screen went black, and then showed where you first see Silver. The employees then leave, going their separate ways. It was still night, so it was obvious that they were going home and done for the day. Professor Elm also left, but stayed in town. I remembered his house was in town, so he probably went home. As I tired to leave, Gold wouldn't let me. Everything he responded,

"I can't leave yet," and went a step back. In desperation, I spoke into the mic, hoping he'd give me some needed answers.

"Why won't you leave?"

He looked at directly at the screen. "There's something in the lab I need to get."

"Then why don't you go through the door?"

"It's locked."

"And why would it be locked-. It's because everyone left, right?"

I thought I heard a laugh through the speakers, probably aimed at my stupidity. "Professor Elm and his employees always close all the windows and doors before leaving!" A sudden Happy Icon appeared above his head. So he was laughing at me.

"Haven't you ever heard of "forgetting?"?" I spoke angrily into the mic. Even though I am laid-back, jabs at my memory angered me easily and greatly, and my temper was a quick one.

"Sorry!" another Icon appeared. This one had a sheepish smile, with a sweat drop. I giggled a little. I had to admit; the Icon was quite cute. Another Icon appeared after I laughed. It showed shock and embarrassment. Did I embarrass him by laughing? I guess one would be surprised if someone laughed after they were angry.

"I know sometimes my Icons look silly." Yet another showed, one with a single sweat drop.

Wait, what? He knew about the Icons? What explanation could I have for this? Wait a minute…I remembered him saying in the beginning, "are you my player this time?" So at one point, someone must have talked to it, out of boredom, I could assume. After all, that's what I sometimes did with the Pokémon Platinum- though I never got an answer. I decided to ask him.

"How many players have you had?"

He shrugged. How is that even possible? "I don't know, probably over 30."

So he's gotten a lot. "When did people starting talking to you?"

"Around the 12 player, some little girl talked. Something about marrying her. I guess she liked me."

I tried to keep my laugh in check. Now this was getting hilarious. "Did you say yes?"

The typical vein pulse in a cartoon when someone got mad showed up. I must have pissed him off. "No!"

"Sorry dude, I couldn't help myself." I may be called a sick for this, but I'm a little bit of a sadist. There are some things I don't respond to and others I do by laughing. I also dearly enjoy messing with people.

'I can't marry anyone anyways. I'm a video game character stuck in some chip for the rest of my existence."

Unlucky for him, he was right. "And if I even wanted to marry someone, I would need to know them very well and I had to fall in love with them."

Of course, he would! Marriage is bond made out of love- or what I like to believe.

A Sweat drop Icon appeared. "You're not going to ask me to marry you, right…?"

Did he just assume what I thought he just assumed? "NO!" I screamed into the mic.

He fell back, with a Shocker Icon appearing. Oh dear…

I decided to stop talking with him, as it proving a huge waste of time. I thought about asking what exactly the "thing" was that he needed, but he was probably just going to say "I need something" until I took him there. I moved him back to the spot where he was when the scene started, and he walked through the wall. WTF?

"What happened?"

A Happy Icon appeared. Apparently, he was a happy-go-lucky person. "There was an open window, silly! Wait…You probably didn't see it, right?"

"No, I didn't." that was odd. Didn't he say the employees and the professor always close the windows and doors before leaving?

"Remember when you said something about forgetting?"

"Yeah…"

"He probably forgot! The professor is the one who closes all the windows."

"Why would professor Elm forget?"

"He was in a hurry of some sort, from what I could tell."

"Why would he be hurrying to get home?"

A Sad Icon appeared. Was it something horrible? "His son, Silver, disappeared with no warning or clues whatsoever a couple of days ago. It's been almost a week since a report's been filed. He probably went to call the police for any news."

"Doesn't he have a phone in his lab?"

"I questioned him about it once. He said he didn't want his son lingering in his mind at work. He likes to mourn in private."

'Mourn? He thinks his son is dead?"

"There hasn't been any news. Plus many people have been dying for no reason. It's assumed that the cause all of the deaths may be murder."

"This is recent?"

"Yeah, about 2 days ago, my mom turned on the TV. The news anchor stated that the reason for all the people could be murder, as the police found the body of a little girl.

"How old?"

The sad icon turned a Dark blue. "Couldn't have been older than 4."

"How did they find her?"

"In a trashcan in Viridian City. The girl had no head. Or any clothes."

"Is it possible that she was raped?"

"She was. No one's dared to travel to Viridian since. Everyone is fearful that something like that may happen to them."

"I could imagine."

"Can we please stop talking about death? It's making me depressed."

I stopped talking and moved him around the lab. It was getting depressing and I didn't want to hear any more gruesome stories he may have to tell. The lab was typical and had no strange anything. Completely normal. The only thing I saw that could be considered out of order was the poke ball on the table. Was this the thing Gold needed? It had to be; there was nothing else in the lab any 10-year-old would want.

"I finally got it!" No music played; just silence. It came to me that Gold possibly stole it. How it could something like that not is condemned, especially in a Pokémon game? It was now clear to me. It was a hacked game. Oh, joy. I tried to go through the front door, but Gold wouldn't let me.

"The door is locked, remember? I don't have the key to close it again."

So that meant out of the window. After he went out the window, he said,

"Thanks!"

"You're welcome. But you just stole it!"

A Sigh Icon appeared combined with Sad one. "Professor Elm was supposed to give one to me, but his mind has been on his son. The other two Trainers did the same thing as well."

"Two other Trainers stole?"

"Yep, that's pretty much it! I stole whatever was left."

"Which is a Totodile?"

"Aw, I wanted a fire type. But water is good too."

"HEY! In Pokémon Platinum, I always pick Piplup and always beat the fucking game."

"Oh, you must be talking about one of the newer games."

"You know about that?"

"One of my more recent players was talking about his games. My game isn't the only one, is it?"

"Nope."

"Figures. Anyways, do you want to name the thing?"

"I love naming things! In fact, I've always named my Piplup, Pip. Even in Pokémon Mystery Dungeon."

A Laughing Icon appeared. "That's kind of a silly nickname!"

"I know." I said blushing.

"You look cute when you blush."

What did he just say? I looked cute when I blushed? What was going on?

"You can see me?"

"Didn't I tell you? No wait, I haven't. Yes, I can see you."

"I need a nap."

"Can I watch you sleep?"

"Um, sure. I don't why."

"Make sure to plug in the charger."

I did as I was asked, and left the DS on the table next to me, with its charger plugged in. As soon as I turned the fan on, I turned my back.

"I want to see your face, not your back!"

I turned around. "But if the fan blows in my face, I'll probably get a cold or a clogged nose." That's what usually happened.

"Can't you plug in the charger somewhere else?" remembering the other outlet near this clothes rack at the end of my bed; I moved my bed and plugged the charger there. I put the DS on the bed next to me.

"Better?"

"Much better."

I fell asleep, hearing the soft music from the DS playing. I assumed it was Gold trying to help me fall asleep. When I woke later that day, around 5, I was shocked to see what greeted me. It was-

-JOSE JALAPENO ON A STICK BABY-

Jose Jalapeno on a stick is a puppet from the act of Jeff Dunham. He is HIRLAOUS, folks, FUCKING HIRALOUS. I thought this was getting too long, considering my standards.