Okay, second chapter. I had to remake it and its STILL short -.-. Anyway, I soon have to return to school (yay?) and I'll try to get as much of this done as possible in the time I have. I will take time to write new chapters in classes, but I'll have to type them at my house until I get a flash drive, I have to share a computer with my parents and their always on it and it's annoying. But I think I can manage, also I may get inspiration for longer chapters once I get somewhere with this XD. But for now, enjoy the chapters I give you.
(Disclaimer: I don't own anypony (yes, anypony) in this chapter or further chapters.)
Gold wasn't sure how much time had passed since he left, he lost track of time since that very moment. At least he was sure it had been a day, give or take a few hours. He also knew that nearly all the other Creepypastas were looking for him. They were most likely thinking he had left to do something solo…that or he had decided he had enough.
Which was true, he was sick of Creepypasta and its twisted, cruel ways, hurting random people for the fun of it. He had been fine with it for a while, but that changed when he noticed people were getting paranoid of things they thought weren't among them. They were afraid of him, and his friends, of every story on the website in general.
There were also kids who were OBSSESED with violence and went through the horror with smiles on their faces. Those kids just freaked him out.
So he decided to hide away and make sure he would never scare anyone again. Gold didn't want anyone to see him, so he snuck into the darkest place in the forest, he was comfortable there, the dark was all he needed…
…With the exception of his Pokémon, of course.
Also, about two hours ago, Masky and Hoodie had seen him and attempted to take him back with them. Luckily, being a video game character and a ghost, he was able to escape easily. They seemed rather disappointed (It would be impossible to tell for certain - they were wearing masks), but that was the last thing on the ghost's mind.
All that mattered now was that he found some place to fit in other than Creepypasta, not that he really did fit in there. His beliefs were different- he didn't want to scare people, he didn't want to hurt people, he did not think pulling pranks on the living was fun. Pulling pranks on people was the OLD him anyway, the Gold he denied he even was at one point.
Where would he fit in anyway? Sure he could make his appearance more…appealing… But not for long periods of time! He was a ghost, a limbless, ever bleeding, ghost. His appearance was disturbing, his game was disturbing, and everything he ever had became disturbing.
He couldn't fit in anymore. It just wasn't possible. If he even had a chance at fitting in, he would have to let Other Gold out. The cocky and idiotic Gold that had been forgotten and got him killed. Yeah, that was the best plan ever.
Still, he would do anything. Anything to be normal, anything if it meant he could have friends. Speaking of friends….
There was a rustling in the leaves nearby, making Lost Silver nearly scream. It wasn't that he thought it could be a wild animal coming by, it was the fear that someone had found him, and someone had come to take him back. He was prepared to run, or fight them if it happened to be a Pokémon Creepypasta. But what he wasn't expecting was…
"Ben?".
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