Okay, this story does get a little creepy at times and I'm going to try to make it a little morbid as the Creepypasta "Lost Silver" so please bare with me c:

Also, so I'm going to do what I did with a different story on this sight. With that story, I had went back and edited the chapters I had posted very early on. I'm going to be doing the same thing with this story before continuing it in hopes that I have some kind of miracle happen, such as a great plot idea hit me or something else that will help get the ball rolling on this fic again.

To those who have read this before and are rereading this for whatever reason, I'm really sorry for the long wait. I didn't mean to have this go untouched for such a long period of time, which truly killed me every time I looked at my account, but I got so absorbed in a different one of my stories that all of my energy went to that instead of spreading out between all the ones I had posted at the time (plus one that I had begun to write with a friend :P Sorry Sarah! DX).

Anyway, I promise that will be working more on my other stories as well as the one I went crazy on. What is this time/energy consuming fic anyway? It's a Legend of Zelda fanfics called "The Other Hero of Time" so anyone how coincidently liked Zelda, why don't you check it out? I put a lot of work into it (which I hope shines through) if you want to kind of see what I'm talking about? I guess it's kind of hard since you're not me, but oh well…

Well, now that you guys know what's going on with this fic, I hope you will continue to support it and be patient with me. Trust me, I really hate making you guys wait for an update just as much as you guys do; in fact, I hate making you guys wait more than I hate waiting for an update from the stories I follow/favorite.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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My Lost Silver

Chapter 1

Sitting on the edge of the fountain at the far west side of town, I watch the sun sink into the horizon far ahead of me, my hope beginning to die down with it. It's been over an hour since he said he would meet with me here. I should've known it was too good to be true the moment that I picked up my Pokégear, but I was still so optimistic, hurrying here as fast as I could from Vermillion City even though I was about to sail back to Johto.

Though, I admit I thought it was strange since he was the one to contact me on the Pokégear for once. Even stranger was that he wanted to meet me at Celadon City immediately, as apposed to somewhere like Dragon's Den where he's been known to spend a good majority of his time training there. He seemed to be in a hurry and sounded anxious, too. It was unlike him to be anything other than cool, calm, and collected. He's even gotten his temper under control since the start of our encounters and he's much kinder, but still so distant.

I'm so stupid… I stand with a bitter smile, my Quilava, Quil, waits patiently at my feet. I look around one last time, stupidly imagining him running in or something else romantic, but I know that's not like him at all. If I were to trip, he would be more likely to tell me to pick myself up rather than help me up. To think I thought he was going to say he liked me… I really need to keep my head out of the clouds.

"Quil…" He huddles to my leg. I know that he can sense my immense disappointment.

I smile as I pick him up, hugging his warm little body with a slight squeeze. "Thank you. I'll be fine."

Figuring I better start heading towards Saffron before there're no more trains heading to Kanto for the day, I make my way east through the overly crowded streets of people. It's not too long until the streetlamps begin to be lit and the evening crowd rolls in, heading out to dinner or to gamble and such. It's always the same thing in Celadon, so it surprises me that in all the times I've visited, these crowds never thin even the slightest bit. Then again, new tourists come along everyday from all over the world for Celadon's classic major attractions.

Despite my random thoughts and all these people around me smiling, my depressing mindset continues to loom overhead. Every few seconds, another couple strolls by hand in hand and laughing together looking like they're having the time of their lives. I find myself envious of their happiness; wishing that I had something like that, too. I was really looking forward to meet him for a reason other than to battle. I finally mustered up the courage and was set on telling him how I felt as soon as I saw him, but I suppose that would have to wait for another day like it always does.

I'm beginning to lose hope in being able to tell him just how I feel, though I guess I've always known that it was farfetched. I finally get within sight of the Pokémon Center, notifying me that Route 7 is soon to be reached. He's always been distant from everyone. To imagine that he could've taken an interest in me…

"Quil, Quilava!" Quil yips with a frown, looking directly in front of us.

I gasp as I look to where Quil is looking, seeing his red silhouette in the crowd walking towards Route 7. There's no way it could be anyone else than him. I can recognize that hair and that darkly colored outfit anywhere. I smile widely with glee and excitement, trying to push my way through the people towards him. "Silver!"

He apparently doesn't seem to hear me, continuing elegantly through the mass of people as if it was like a dance. With the passing of a few groups of people, I lose sight of the red figure. Determined by stubbornness to catch up to him, I manage to make my way into the Pokémon Center, hoping he entered it as well. With disappointment, I don't see him; but instead I see my childhood friend, Gold, at the front desk with a Pichu hanging off his shoulder.

I bolt strait over to him with urgency ruling my voice. "Gold!"

"Ah! Kotone, where'd you come from?" He jumps from my sudden outburst, his face painted a bright shade of darkish pink. "What's wrong? You seem… uh, frazzled."

"You haven't… seen Silver… have you?" I sputter trying to catch my breath. Quil licks my cheek as my pants slowly become slower, calmer breaths.

He looks at me weirdly, as if I have a Spinarak on my face, then places his hand on my forehead. "Are you alright? You don't seem to be running a fever…"

"I'm serious!" I growl, not having any patience for his games at the moment. All I can think is that I need to catch up with Silver before I lose track of him again. Knowing him, there's not telling whether the next time I'll see him is tomorrow or next month. "Have you seen Silver?!"

"Kotone, you better sit down." He takes me by the wrist with a sympathetic look on his face. I snap my hand away, confused and afraid of the look in his eyes; as if there's something very wrong with me. He holds out his hand slowly, looking at me with a kind, pleading glimmer in his shining eyes. "Please, Kotone. I'm starting to worry about you."

"What is there to worry about? I'm fine." I stare at him defensively, clutching Quil tightly. What's going on?

"Come on." Gold nudges his hand a little closer, still staring at me with those sad eyes. "Please."

"Quil." He yips up at me. I look down at him, seeing the trust in his eyes. He has an instinct that tells him who he can trust and often uses that to assist me when I don't know what to do. Right now, it looks like this is one of those times where I need to go with what he thinks.

I nod and hesitantly take Gold's hand. He smiles gently, beginning to lead me to a corner of the Pokémon Center where there's a table surrounded by a couple blue chairs and benches. I sit down across from him as he takes out a can lemonade from his bag and hands it to me. I stare at it and then back at him before opening the cold can. I take a slow sip, still confused on what exactly is going on.

He takes in a deep breath before looking me in the eye. "Kotone, there's something you need to know about Silver…"

I clench the can and nod slowly, fearing the worst. He knew, didn't he? He set this up to reject me. I knew it was too good to be true! I just knew it! I really am a fool! The biggest fool in all—

"Silver has been missing for a week." He looks at me sadly as I start to process the words he just spoke as if they were of an ancient tongue. I can feel my heart beginning to tense up in my chest. "Actually, a little more than that…"

My muscles freeze, tense and in shock, with my blood chilling to an icy cold state as I stare at my friend with wide eyes. I don't want to say that he's lying to me, especially with that look in his eyes, but I know what saw. I have the call on the Pokégear to prove it. That was Silver. I just know it. I immediately push the thought out of my mind, coming up with something, anything to make sense of this.

"What do you mean missing?" I laugh nervously. I know this has to be a bad joke; a really sick, warped bad joke. "You know he's not one to tell anyone exactly where he's going or anything. He can go month at a time without being heard from. You must be mistaken."

"No. I'm not." His voice is grave and foreboding, chilling me to the bone. It makes my heart and mind race ore in a rapid panic.

"H-How do you know?!" I sputter, scared of the look in his eyes; scared of him being right. I find myself frightened by him for the first time in my entire fifteen years.

"I saw it happen with my own eyes, Kotone! He disappeared into thin air right in front of me…" He sighs and looks away from me. I can't say anything, the adrenaline from fear starting to pour into my system. "Something took him away when we were in Lavender Town. Everyone's been looking for him; the police did a full investigation, but they came up empty handed. He's gone."

I stare at him, not wanting to believe what he's saying, but he's never lied to me before. He wouldn't start lying to me now, especially about something like this. I can't control myself as tears start to come to my eyes. It can't be… It just can't!

His hand touches my shoulder. "Kotone, I—"

"I need some space…" I stand, Quil climbing up to my other shoulder. I don't want to hear his condolences. All I want is to be left alone; I want this all to be a lie and find Silver safe and sound somewhere.

He says nothing as I quickly pass him, a chill sparking between us for a slight moment before I move through the abnormally crowded Pokémon Center. It couldn't bee any sooner that I reach that pair of electronically sliding doors and feel the cool summer air kiss my exposed skin. For a long time, I just stand there with the false hope that Silver will come running through the crowd to snicker that I took Gold's joke so seriously. When so such thing occurs, I begin to wonder out of the city, not really willing to see anyone or speak to anyone. Well, anyone except Silver.

I relive every encounter we've ever had from our first to what might've been our last in my mind as I slowly move further and further from the Pokémon Center. Every memory of looking into his beautiful silver eyes feels like a poison dipped dagger in my heart, stabbing a thousand times over. Those eyes that always gave me hope and happiness are now the eyes that are giving me so much grief and pain.

Why? It doesn't make sense… What's happened to you, Silver? You can't really be gone. You contacted me; you called me. I even saw you in the crowd. I know your voice. I wouldn't mistake your handsome figure for any other… There's no way I could. I know you too well to do that.

"Quil?" Quil licks my cheek, snapping me out of my thick daze. I pet him and realize that I'm not in Celadon anymore, but at the west entrance of Saffron. Finding my cheeks wet, I wipe them quickly of their tears before someone comes around to see me like this; the last thing I need is someone to probe at the reason for my tears. He licks my cheek again. "Quil…"

I pull out a small smile for my little worried friend and scratch him behind the ear, his favorite place to get scratched. "I'll be fine. Let's head home or something…"

"Lava…" He nuzzles my cheek affectionately, doing all he can to comfort me as he always tries to. I'm very thankful that I can make such strong bonds with my Pokémon, especially Quil; he's always been there for me no matter what the case.

He knows better than anyone else of how much I care about him since I always keep him out of his Poké Ball. I would always talk to him as we would travel through the twisted routes of Johto and Kanto and he never minds my venting. He would always kindly listen and console with me. I share a bond with Quil stronger than with any other of my other Pokémon. He knows me better than anyone else in the world and is my best friend.

I smile again and let my hand rest on his head for a moment. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

Though, I know he doesn't believe me, he makes no sign to argue, probably from it becoming later at night and beginning to give in to his need for sleep. I walk north towards Saffron Station in hope that it isn't too late to catch a train to Goldenrod City. If I can manage that, from there, it would be a short way home to my bed so that I could curl up and properly cry to my heart's content, which is probably going to be more than a couple days at least; ever since I was a child, I had always had tendency to cry endlessly. I've gotten better over the years, but every now and then I still need to let the tears flow. My mother probably wouldn't understand why I'd be so upset, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind my stay. Then again, she would constantly check up on me as if I was five. I really don't feel like facing something like that and needing to explain myself at the moment. Maybe I should stay at my Safari. I wouldn't have to worry about anyone bothering me.

Jumping out of my thoughts before I smack right into a light post, I find it more relaxing here than in it's neighboring city with there being less people roaming about. Normally I wouldn't mind there being so many people, but now wasn't the time. Being in any sort of crowd means seeing happy couples, which I'm not in the mood for dealing with either. Actually, I'm not in the mood for dealing with much of anything right now.

It doesn't take long for me to reach the brightly lit up station and the small crowd in it. I don't doubt that it's the crowd beginning to for the last train to Goldenrod as I enter the brightly lit up building. I make my way to the counter, finding a spot in the twenty person line. I try to avert my eyes from anyone else's, not wanting others to see how heartbroken I truly am. Someone would want to know why and pester me with questions. Someone would ask me something that will stab me right through the heart cause me to break down in front of all these strangers. I can't let that happen. In fact, I won't let it. I have to be stronger than that, at least for now. Once the train ride is over and I leave the wondering eyes of others, I'll be home free to wallow in my sorrow as much as I want.

"Qui-Quil!" Quil yips urgently to my right.

I snap in the direction to see the same redheaded figure as before walking past, heading out of the station. I shoot after him out of the station and to the street, overjoyed that he isn't gone after all and that I'm not crazy for seeing him earlier. "Silver, wait up!"

He turns to look at me for a moment, and then continues to head east down the street. That's the moment that I realize that there's something eerily different about him. The look in his eyes aren't the same beautiful ones as before; these are dark and barren. His limbs aren't moving as he travels.

Silver… I follow him though heavy tears try to fall from my eyes. I know something isn't right, but I have to find out what. If I don't, I might as well be as good as dead. "Silver! Slow down!"

He doesn't reply nor turn back to acknowledge that I've said anything, but I didn't expect him to either. He just continues around the outskirts of Saffron to Route 8, not slowing down or stopping even once along the way. I pursue after him through the route, determined to not lose him this time.

I take notice in the full moon that lingers ahead of us and a memory of a story my mother told me as a child is resurrected in my mind. She told me of how the full moon causes not only ghost Pokémon to be more active, but the spirits of the deceased as well. That only makes the grave feeling in my heart stronger and making my chest feel heavy. If something like that happened…

I shake the thought as far away as possible as I focus on keeping up with his abnormally fast apparition, yet that morbid thought stubbornly continues to linger in the back of my mind. The possibility for that not to be true is strong enough for me to push on without fear, though I probably should be. Nothing good ever came of the kid who followed the ghosts in the story books… who says something good will come of this now?

With Lavender Town in sight and Silver almost within reach, I find it way too late to turn back now. It would haunt me for the rest of my life if I never found to what happened to him. The image of Silver floating towards that bright full moon would continue to visit me in my sleep, etched in my mind for the rest of eternity. There's no way I could live with that panging regret for the rest of time.

I follow him into the dark, barren streets of Lavender. Lit only by the light of the moon, it makes this small town seem even creepier than it has ever seemed before; it reminds me of something my friend Blue said about this town not too long ago. He said that a few years ago, back before the Radio Tower was built, this town used to have a tower where many people buried their deceased Pokémon; a tower that seemed to reach past the clouds. He told me that very strange and scary things used to happen here, such as the ghosts of Pokémon seen wondering around and they only increased when the tower was demolished to build the Radio Tower. The activity escalated for a while until Mr. Fuji constructed a new memorial for the Pokémon who had passed, the House of Memories. This building obviously isn't as tall or creepy as Blue had described, but he said that it still has graves of all the Pokémon who were laid to rest in the tower in hidden caverns below the building that only Mr. Fuji is permitted in. I never believed that there were underground caverns or whatever, but now I'm beginning to wonder just how true his story is.

Maybe he wondered into those supposed caverns? No, how would he be here at the same time… right? I mean, if this thing really is him; or at least a part of him. I try to put this mysterious puzzle together in my mind as I follow the fading being that glides so elegantly towards the southeast side of town, waving his way through the dimly lit streets, towards the House of Memories. Seeing him enter that gloomy building sends a chill down my spine. This doesn't look good… well, following a spectrum didn't look to good before either…

I follow him to the entrance of the building, finding it odd that the front door is open at such a late hour, unless Mr. Fuji is up and tending to the graves. I look at my Pokégear to see that it's a little after eleven now, much too late for even Mr. Fuji to be up, paying his respects as he always seems to be doing. As soon as I step into the door, the little device shuts off. I look at it for a moment, thinking that the batteries must've died and I'll have to charge them when I get home, but it confuses me. I don't recall this ever happening before. When was the last time that they had died? I don't think the batteries have even been shot before…

I look up from my Poké Gear to see Silver staying in the back corner, staring directly at me with those blank eyes. His aura isn't changed by the hue of the candles spread around the area. That only makes my heart beat with more and more fear in each beat. "Leave… Hurry."

"Why? I just found you." I answer him with a slightly confused smile beginning to form, though I'm not so sure that this is him anymore. That voice is too emotionless and grim; that aura is too dark; and those eyes… their so drained. They're all different. They're all not Silver. He's not Silver.

"Leave." He's unfazed, holding the same morbid tone. "Turn back now."

"What's going on? Why have you led me hear and then tell me to go away?" I frown with Quil beginning to growl, flames beginning combust on his forehead. Now I know that we're in danger, but I can't go back. Not when I'm this close. It's too late to give up now.

"Turn back now."

I glare at him, tired of this game. "Where is Silver?"

"Turn ba—"

"Shut up! I'm tired of your games!" I yell, not caring if anyone in the houses around this place are woken up. "Where is he?!"

He says nothing to me, disappearing completely into the shadows of the night. I run over to the corner in anger and fear boiling in my veins, my heart pounding like a drum. I yell up into the air, soaking each and every word with my frustration. "I want answers and I'm not going to leave without them! Where is Silver?!"

All of a sudden, I feel sick and dizzy, beginning to wobble around in place. I can feel myself sinking, but I can't tell if it's reality or just my mind playing tricks on me. Quil is the same way, pale and woozy. He's becoming heavier and heavier on my shoulder, as if gravity intensified ten fold.

My heart leaps into my throat as we suddenly plummet down with the floor seeming to be nonexistent anymore. Though as sick as I feel, I take Quil and squeeze him tightly in my arms so we won't be separated. I can feel the shadows slowly overtake my entire being as we fall deeper and deeper into the overbearing darkness. I curse myself in my mind for being so curious and obsessed. Now that has put not only me, but Quil in danger too. How reckless…

It looks like I'm going to get my answers after all…