WYDISM 11

Big thanks to NinjaCacti for her suggestion for a creepypasta character and his information! Thanks, to all the followers and readers who favorite WYDISM. It's amazingly supportive.

Since NinjaCacti suggested a character so you'll have to deal with what it includes. If you don't like it then that's fine, just leave it be.

On with the story!

~o~ Casper ~o~

It hadn't taken very long for Jeff and me to find Hannah and her apparent new friend. She said her name was Chell. She seemed nice enough so we talked as Jeff led us around. It was the first time any of us had been to a reunion besides Jeff and he seemed to be deep in his element.

He quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me towards a small group of people. I cocked my head to the side. "Casper," Jeff smiled, "Meet Masky and Hoodie, Gold, Treena, and Splacer."

I looked ahead. Masky…or I guess Hoodie too, was about the size of a twelve year old with a yellow hoodie and an interesting mask with the eyes bloodied out. Gold was a cutie. He was pale white all over with all of his appendages. However his arms and legs must've been bleeding because there were rings around the shoulders of his white hoodie and rings around the tops of the pant legs.

I waved to him and he nodded blankly.

Treena was a little…odd-looking. Her skin was a dark teal and her eyes were black. Her hair was a darker teal than her skin and went down to her backside. Her clothes consisted of a short poncho, t-shirt, skirt and boots all varying in shades of teal. She smirked and rolled her eyes when I waved.

Lastly was Splacer. Unlike a lot of the creepypasta, he gave off a more friendly vide than the usual 'come-too-close-and-you'll-become-my-meal' vibe. He had the body of a dinosaur but stood upright like a human. His head wasn't a head but a dark orange skull with black hair. His skin was a rusty color and he wore a white men's tank top and orange Capri pants.

He waved and I nodded.

"Nice to meet you." I said awkwardly.

"So, this is your girlfriend Jeff. She's not much of a looker." Treena chuckled.

"Shut up Treena, no one cares." Splacer sighed. His voice was deep but a little rusty.

"You only say that because I'm a proxy." She snarled.

"What's a proxy?" I asked.

All heads turned to me and they started to laugh. "See Treena, the humans don't even know who you are." They snickered.

She looked angry and I felt bad. So I stepped in to save her.

"That could mean she's just that much better than all of you at keeping herself hidden." I rolled my eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Masky/Hoodie growled.

"Hey, calm down. It doesn't mean anything…but she doesn't deserve to be made fun of." I said softly.

"Whatever…" Masky/Hoodie rolled his eyes.

"She's still an ass, but to answer your question a proxy is like an assistant of sorts." Splacer scratched the back of his skull.

"Be nice guys, it's not a bad thing. I mean, Masky doesn't have a problem with it." a soft voice piped up.

We all looked at Gold as he looked away. "That's right Gold. Good to hear that you think so." I smiled.

"Want to play a game?" he asked.

"Who…which one of us?" I asked.

"You and her," he pointed to Hannah, "Do you want to play a game?"

I looked at Hannah who nodded. "We'd love to." We both smiled.

"Okay, follow me." he grinned.

"No problem." W followed him down a path in the forest.

~o~ Hannah ~o~

I immediately took a liking to Gold as soon as Jeff introduced him. He looked so cute and innocent. As we followed him he looked like he was getting sadder.

"What's wrong Gold?" I asked.

"Games aren't fun anymore." He sighed.

"Why not?" Casper asked.

"Because when I play I always win. You'll lose when we play." Gold shrugged.

I felt a little awkward. He talked like a cocky person would but he sounded sad when he said it. I bit my lip. What were we supposed to say? Casper surprised me by leaning down to Gold's height and smiling determinedly.

"Is your name really Gold?" she asked.

"I mostly go by Gold…but I'm known as Lost Silver too." He said with confusion.

"What game are we playing Gold?" she asked.

"We're gonna have a Pokémon battle." He said blankly.

Her face brightened. "I loved that game when I was little. I still love it!" she grinned.

"You do?" he asked.

"Yup, but I've never seen a real battle. How about you teach us how to do it and we'll see how it turns out." She stood up and smiled.

"But…I always win." He said cocking his head to the side.

Casper thought hard for a moment. "I bet Hannah can beat you. She's really tough to beat." She said suddenly.

"What, no. I always win!" he protested.

"I dunno…Hannah is really good." She said disbelieving.

"Well…then c'mon. I'll show you! I never lose!" he yelled and pulled my hand while Casper was hot on our heels.

We finally ran out of trail and came into a big open space. It hand white dirt shaped like a field. It looked really familiar… "Is this a Pokémon field?" I asked.

"Yup, wait one minute." He rushed into some bushes and returned with a basket. Inside were about ten Pokéballs.

"What are these?" I asked.

"Oh, these are the Pokémon. But, uh…don't scream when you see them. They don't like that." He warned me.

"Why would I scream?" I asked.

"Some of them look a little different. Red should be around here somewhere…" he looked around. "RED!" he called.

When the alleged Red person came out I was a little disturbed. That took a lot to do. I mean Gold was cute because he looked like a ghost kid. But Red was still living somewhat. His eyes were glassy and dilated and his skin looked light blue and badly frostbit. His hands were scarred and his clothes were torn. He looked terrible.

"Casper, who is that?" I asked.

"He's supposed to be the playable character in the Pokémon games." She told me.

"Is he supposed to look like that?" I asked.

"No, he's never looked like that in the in-game storyline…at least what I've observed." She murmured.

"That doesn't make any sense." I shook my head.

"Sadly Hannah, I don't own the game he's in and I have never played. I've only seen videos and some other people playing the games. I've never seen him look like that in game-play though." She sighed.

"Someone abused the game," Gold spoke up, "This was the result. The person doesn't play Pokémon anymore."

"Poor Red…" I whispered.

"Hi Red." Gold said cheerfully.

"Good morning, Silver." He said monotonously.

"Could you referee our battle?" Gold/Silver begged.

"I guess so." He nodded.

Red raced towards the middle of one side of the field while Gold laid out the Pokéballs. "Here," he smiled, "You chose one then I chose one."

"Alright, that seems fair." I nodded and picked one up.

"Hannah chose HURRY." A loud voice called.

I looked over to see a screen with our names, pictures and a few circle slots. My first slot showed a picture of HURRY apparently. "That's HURRY, he's a Cyndaquill." Gold smiled and chose.

"Gold chose Pikachu."

It ended up with HURRY, Espeon, Meganium, Blastoise, and the other Pikachu. While Gold ended up with a Celebi, Pikachu, Unknown, Venasaur, and the first Pikachu.

"I recognize those Pokémon," Casper had said right before the battle, "They were Red and Gold's original Pokémon. I know what he meant about not screaming now." She gulped.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You'll just have to wait and see." She shifted uncomfortably.

Silver threw his Pokéball and out came a mangled Pikachu. I nearly gagged at that but managed to stifle the gag and a scream. I stared at the Pokéball in my hand. Did I really want to throw it?

In the end I managed to convince myself it was for Gold's enjoyment. I threw the Pokéball and it sailed into the air…then it landed on the ground. I stared and so did Gold, Red, and Casper.

Then Gold and Red fell over in hysteria. They were practically rolling with laughter. I felt my cheeks flush dark red. Gold stumbled across the field still in a fit of giggles and showed me how to cache the release button when I threw it. It took me about forty tries to release the cache right. Though every time the ball from hell would land on the ground as if I threw a ball it took about ten minutes for Gold and Red to overcome the wave of giggle fits.

Once I finally got the hang of throwing a Pokéball Gold stumbled back across the field with a goofy grin plastered across his face. My epic fails just so happened to put the kid in a very good mood. I threw the ball, relieved when the cache clicked and the blue light sparked and a Pokémon came out. I had to fight down the screech in my throat. The Pokémon was a Meganium. It was terribly mangled as well and missing body parts.

~o~ One "Battle" Later ~o~

I was thoroughly exhausted and shaken up by the battle once it ended. Just like Gold had said, he won by a landslide. All the Pokémon I had lost to all of his. I'm pretty sure the only not-mangled Pokémon were HURRY, Unknown, and Celebi. The rest were terribly frostbitten and missing parts or were bloody. It was a little scary to see and making them battle felt like committing animal abuse.

Gold sighed with boredom and disappointment. "I told you I would win. I always win. It's not fun anymore." He grumbled.

"But don't you like battling?" I asked.

"I used to. Then I died. In the end I was alone and nameless. I'm Lost Silver…or simply Gold. I never lose, my Pokémon are half-alive, and my best friend, Red, looks like a Zombie." He sounded frustrated, "Why would I find battling fun. If I never lose, and I've won at everything, what's left to do?" he demanded.

With his rant finished he slumped onto the ground Indian style and rested his fists into his cheeks. He looked miserable. I tugged on Casper.

"What do we do?" I asked.

"I dunno, what should we do?" she whispered back.

"He's sick of Pokémon. How can we make it not boring?" I hissed.

"He always wins doesn't he?" she pointed out softly.

"He always wins…" I thought about that and Casper snapped her fingers.

That usually meant she had an idea.

~o~ Casper ~o~

I walked over and sat next to Gold. He looked angry and lost. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked.

"What do you mean 'what's wrong?' I have nothing more to do. I win at everything and I have no more goals or ambitions…and I'm twelve." He moaned.

"What do you mean," I snorted, "Of course you still have options." I lay back on the ground casually and closed my eyes.

I knew I had caught his complete attention when the dry dead grass shifted rapidly beneath him. "What're you talking about?" he demanded.

"Don't you know, of course you have options." I yawned.

"What are they?" he begged.

"Well, the one I think is most obvious is to teach." I smiled.

"What?" he asked.

"Have you ever considered teaching someone to be a great trainer? I mean, you never lose. You have to have some kind of knowledge or trick or method that you could pass on to someone. Maybe someone who loves Pokémon like you do…or did…I guess you can decide that." I tilted my head.

"I don't know. I mean, are you sure I could do that?" he asked hesitantly.

"I don't know. You have to decide that. Maybe you aren't the one that's supposed to get better at this point. Maybe you are at the point where you are so good that you need to improve other people so they can be good like you." I mused.

"But how is that good for me?" he asked.

"Well, if you honestly need to get something out of it for you…I guess in the end you'll have someone that can give you an honest challenge. You'll finally have someone you can be challenged by." I shrugged and sat up, looking at Gold.

"Who knows," Hannah said as she sat on the other side of Gold, "You seemed lost after the battle, like it wasn't worth it to win. But, then again, taking in a student can be a great thing if you look at it right."

"I'll think about it. You make a great point but I think you're missing something…" Gold sighed.

"What would that be?" I asked.

"Who in the world would agree to be taught how to battle Pokémon?" he groaned, "I'm a ghost known as a hacking glitch in a game to the entire world. To top it all off most Pokémon lovers would scream and run if they saw what the Pokémon I used looked like. How could I?" he asked.

"Maybe…Just maybe I could help with that…" I thought, "Here, hold on a minute."

I took a mini notebook from the pocket in my dress. It was a tiny one they give out for free at banks. I wrote down a number. It was for a guy at my school in Missouri who knew just about everything about Pokémon and would kill for a chance to see a real one. His name was North Abernathy.

He would be psyched if Gold decided to go through with this.

I gave the number to Gold and he smiled. We left him there to think. It wasn't long before he was running after us. I gave him a piggy-back ride the rest of the way up the hill.

~o~

I met up with Jeff a little later while Gold and Red decided to go and play. Hannah wandered off saying the battle had tuckered her out. I handed her some cookies I had baked the night before from the swatch in my dress pocket. She took them gratefully and went to go find her dad.

I leaned against Jeff who put his arm around my waist. He kissed my cheek and we walked off towards wherever.

~o~

I yawned as I finally found my father talking with his father. I never really cared too much for grandpa. I mean he was more like Splendor and all but he was disappointed in me as I wasn't born a Slender. He was always saying 'well if you had been born as a Slenderfolk' as such things. I hated that. I leaned up against dad who smiled.

"Having fun?" he asked.

"Of course, I had a Pokémon battle with Gold. He seemed happier in the end." I nodded.

"That's good to hear. I'm glad you find this fun." He smiled.

"So what else do we have to do yet?" I asked.

"Well," Grandpa Slender spoke up, "There's a big meeting soon. We should be heading over." He checked his watch.

"Hey Hannah," I turned to see Splacer, "Need a lift?" he laughed.

"Why not?" I chuckled and jumped on his back.

For a dinosaur that has the height of a human, and walks like one too, he's pretty damn fast.

~o~

Well I hope you enjoyed this you guys…and girls. XD anyway, I really hope I portrayed Gold like you asked NinjaCacti!

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Later,

Songbird O.o