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This is going to be a Creepy Pasta story. For those who don't know what Creepy Pasta is... take pokemon and give it a horror twist. I dedicate this story to Dragon Princess Hihosekee, who both inspired me to write it and asked me to let them delve into how twisted my mind could get. =3. This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance to people alive or dead is purely coincidental. I don't own any of the characters except for Lisa, Casey, and her father who I made up for this story.
My friend and I have always loved pokemon, ever since we were little kids. We would always play it together, trading pokemon and battling whether it be the video games, the trading card game, or even in our own imagination. We'd even draw art and trade that with each other. It was just a blast. For both of us, we absolutely loved Pokemon Yellow. Years passed and never once did we ever lose our love of pokemon, even as all our friends seemed to slowly pull away from it.
Sadly, Lisa had to move away. Her dad, Mr. Louis, had gotten a great promotion, but he had to move from our town of Surrey all the way to New York. Lisa sensed how upset I was to see her go and so we both made an e-mail account specifically so that we could chat with each other on messenger. It had to be one of the best ideas she had in my opinion. We talked daily and it felt as if we'd never been apart. We always told each other what was going on in our days.
It's been 20 years since we first met, and we're both 26 with families of our own. We still keep in touch though and it's great. Though, I began to worry. All around the world there were suddenly strange occurrences of murders and suicides. Each one had a similarity. At each scene of death there was a note with only a couple words on it. 'Help me find Pikachu'. That was it. No one could figure it out. What did Pikachu have to do with any of these deaths?
I've always been into mysteries as well and I took a curious liking to this mystery. I looked up everything that I could about it and found that it had actually been going on for years now, but it only recently started to increase in the numbers and so only recently had caught the eye of everyone around. As I was sitting in my thoughts I suddenly heard a beep and realized that Lisa had spoken to me.
We began talking as usual, until I noticed that she almost seemed troubled. When asking her about it, Lisa immediately told me something that had happened weird in her day. Her exact words were as follows:
You'd never believe it Casey..... I had the most annoying and weird thing happen to me. It was so startling that I couldn't get back to sleep. At exactly 3:00 AM, the phone rang. I picked it up in annoyance, ready to tell whoever was on the other line off when there was an ear-piercing, shrill noise on the other end that almost sounded like a cry of agony. A voice came on then, a male voice that sounded completely in tears. 'Where's Pikachu!? You stole him from me! You all stole him from me! Give him back to me now! I need him! He's gone now.. and it's all your fault.. it's all your doing! Bring back Pikachu!' I was so freaked out. I asked what the man meant by where Pikachu was, but before I could get far, he cried out. The cry was filled with such pain and suffering and he spoke again. 'It's too late... you monster... you've killed him... Pikachu was my partner.. my best friend..... and you killed him..... I'll never... forgive you..' I could hear the tears in his voice, but before I could comfort him.... the line went dead.
I couldn't believe what I had read. What was going on? Was it some crazed fanatic? But what would they mean by Lisa killing Pikachu? That didn't make sense at all. I talked with Lisa, telling her it was probably nothing all the while I was trying to figure it out. While talking with Lisa, I happened to turn on the news.
"There's been another death today. This time it was a young man in his mid twenties. He lived alone but he was found next to the phone, a knife plunged into his heart with a note written in blood. It's the same note as before. 'Help me find Pikachu', leading us to believe that it's another in the unsolved case. The time of death is guessed to be about 2 in the morning where this young man lived."
I shut the television off at this time. I couldn't take it at the moment. It was information overload at the moment. However, my mind seemed to have other plans as I continued to think about everything. It seemed to almost click in my mind a bit at this point however. The man who had died... died about the same time that Lisa had gotten her phone call where she lived... what was worse is it is common knowledge that 3:00 AM is the hour of the devil!! Then the man talking about Pikachu... could that all be one big connection?
I didn't know what to do anymore at this point. For a week, the entire thing was out of my mind. I thankfully didn't think about it any longer. However, then another strange thing just added to my pot. Lisa came on that day, telling me she'd gotten something in the mail. It had no return address. All it was, was a note and a Pokemon Yellow game with the word 'Mouse' written just underneath the word Yellow. She told me that the note read as follows:
'I know you know me.. you may not remember me exactly, but you do know me. I'm giving you a chance to atone for your sins. Play this game... and help Pikachu.' It was so strange. Even Lisa was confused and hadn't touched the game yet. It just wasn't something she thought she'd be able to handle right now. I wasn't sure what to tell her.
I wish I had though. A week went by and for once, Lisa didn't come on. I was worried about her as I had every right to be. She'd never once not come on without at least leaving me a note saying why she wouldn't be on! I turned on the news, hoping it would take my mind off of what was up with Lisa. Again, the news caster appeared. This time he looked crestfallen. That should have been my first clue. I knew the News reporter in question at the moment. This one, in fact, was Lisa's own father.
"Tragedy... Tragedy has struck again, this time in peaceful New York. Another person was found dead today, a victim of what has been popularly called 'The Pikachu Murder'. This time, the victim was a young... Lisa Louis. She was found dead today in her room with nothing but her phone which had been found near her body and noisily blaring a dial tone. Beside her lay another note 'Help me find Pikachu'. The time of death is estimated to be about 4 in the morning. She was found with a gun in hand and a bullet in her chest."
I froze. No... not Lisa! Tears filled my eyes and I immediately began to make the plans to go to the funeral, her mother calling moments later to invite me. I couldn't believe it was really true. What had happened to make Lisa shoot herself? The funeral, as expected, was filled with people she'd known. Filled with teary faces and upset people. None of them understood, not even me. She'd always been happy.... always.
A couple months passed before I found myself experiencing a very hard case of familiarity. The phone began to ring, loudly blaring in my ears as I picked it up. "Hello?" I pulled the phone suddenly from my ear as a cry filled the room. It was like nothing I'd heard before. It seemed to be animal and yet human, filled with pain and anger. "Where's Pikachu!? You stole him from me! You all stole him from me! Give him back to me now! I need him! He's gone now.. and it's all your fault.. it's all your doing! Bring back Pikachu!" Someone roared on the other end of the phone.
My eyes widened as I recognized what was said. There was no way! I couldn't be getting such an exact phone call! It had been a prank! I couldn't stop myself and glanced at the time. Exactly 3 in the morning. I hadn't even tried to speak before suddenly the voice on the other end, sounding like a young woman, cried out. The cry was filled with such pain and suffering that I felt as if my very soul was being torn apart by her anguish. I heard what sounded strangely like flesh being torn and an audible gasp of pain from the other end. "It's too late... you monster... you've killed him... Pikachu was my partner.. my best friend..... and you killed him..... I'll never... forgive you.." Just like for Lisa, the line was soon dead. I stared in disbelief at the phone for a moment.
I couldn't get back to sleep. The woman's voice still ringing through my mind. I couldn't help it... I turned on the television again, straight to the news. Sure enough, there was yet another news report of a young woman who had died, a note laying beside her reading 'Help me find Pikachu'. It was just... too much of a coincidence. Should I tell someone? My eyes widened however in acknowledgement of what this could all mean. Lisa had gotten a call... and two weeks later she was dead, someone dying the day that she had gotten the call as well.
Was it at all possible that the call had something to do with this entire mess? No.... it couldn't be. My thoughts kept returning to the possibility though. For the next week I was on edge. The phone call would ring through my mind again and I seemed jumpier than a grasshopper as I walked around outside. A week to the date of the phone call I got a very strange package. There was no return address at all. I looked it over curiously, wondering what it could be before I opened it.
I found myself face to face with a note and a Pokemon Yellow game. The note read as follows. 'I know you know me.. you may not remember me exactly, but you do know me. I'm giving you a chance to atone for your sins. Play this game... and help Pikachu.' Now... where did that sound familiar? I thought about it, looking at the game itself as I did so. Upon looking at it, it seemed to be just like any other Pokemon Yellow game that I'd seen... except someone had written in the word Mouse over top the Pikachu's face. Mouse? Yellow Mouse? As in Pikachu? That could be it I guessed.
I was worried... I admit it. This whole thing was just so weird. However, my sick curiosity won over in the end. I grabbed my old gameboy and popped the Pokemon Yellow game inside. Surprisingly there wasn't a save file on there, even though it was obviously a used game so I started a new one up. It started up like normal and I found myself relishing in the game. It was such an old game yet it was a good at the same time. I loved the classics.
Like normal, I used the standby name for the game which in this case was Red, and went through the storyline. I battled the Pikachu that Prof. Oak caught to protect you and he brought me back to his lab. I watched as my rival, Blue in this one though I'd always think of him as Green from the Japanese, took the eevee that was originally going to be given to me. I was then given the Pikachu and away I went. Everything was absolutely normal as I went through the game. I played for a long time until I got tired and had to put the game down. I saved it and went to bed.
This happened for about a week. I'd just get home from whatever I had to do that day and continue playing the game. I played it slow, wanting to relish in the game. I had finally gotten to Lavender Town, my Pikachu trotting along happily behind me, however that's when things began to change. I went, like normal, to the tower where all the pokemon had been put to rest, the grave sites looking almost lonely like before.
However, Pikachu suddenly went running off once I had gone inside the tower and went to the gravestones. Pikachu seemed to get depressed then before it's ears seemed to perk up and suddenly Pikachu went racing up the stairs to the next floor of the tower. That was a bit strange of course, but nothing would have prepared me for what happened next.
All of a sudden there was an ear-piercing cry of pain, fear, and surprise. My character, without me pressing any of the buttons, went running up the stairs after him. "Pikachu!" My character cried out, looking around before he repeated the cry. Over and over again the cry was repeated as my character looked around without any of my commands. I could have put the game down and it would be fine.
It was then that the cry was heard again, but quieter, as if whatever was happening to Pikachu, it was getting father and father away. Red went racing off in the direction the sound had come from again and went towards a room of the tower that I was positive had not been there when I had played the game when I was younger. I would have remembered this room. Red went racing inside and looked around.
The room was entirely white and covered in tile. It looked brand new and very hospital-like, yet something didn't seem to fit. There wouldn't be a hospital in the game after all. Red then walked forward inside of the room, looking around again before the cry was heard again. It was louder than ever before and seemed to be even higher-pitched as if the cry was getting more and more desperate. Red began to run again towards the sound.
It was then that I noticed for the first time that there was a door at the very back of the room. Red rushed towards it, throwing it open and going in without any hesitation. Once he got inside though the sight made him stop. The room, which had obviously been white before, was covered in stains of red of different shades and colouring. Some of it was old and some of it was new.
"Where's Pikachu!?" Red cried out and there was another sound. This time a evil, slow, maniacal laugh filled the room in which I sat and stared, unable to do anything but watch. A man appeared out of nowhere with a bright white coat that was also covered in red stains that I could only guess was blood. This blood, however, was definitely a lot fresher than it's on the wall counterparts. "Where's Pikachu!? Tell me!" Red repeated once the man seemed to be finished.
The man didn't speak as he only turned and pointed towards a dark corner in the back of the room. Red walked hesitantly over towards the corner and as soon as he got close a light flashed on, revealing a blood-stained white table. On top of the table lay a familiar yellow ball of fur. It was Pikachu, but something wasn't right. He seemed unconscious as Red walked forward once more. "Pikachu? Buddy?" Red spoke gently, gazing at the little mound of fur. Pikachu twitched to life, shifting before it looked up.
It was then that I could see the scars that seemed to litter Pikachu's body, it's normally bright yellow fur stained with patches of red and in some places a deep brown colour that wasn't natural even for Pikachu. Suddenly Pikachu hissed and attacked Red, biting him hard on the hand and drawing blood of his own before he shot out a window and retreated from the room.
Red had cried out in pain and surprise before he saw Pikachu run off. "No!" He cried out. The man in white laughed maniacally again before Red spoke once more. "You've got to help me find Pikachu. Please, you've got to bring him back to me." Red said and once more I had control of the game again. Of course, I wasn't going to just let Pikachu be out on his own like that and so I controlled Red to go chasing after Pikachu. I ran out of the Lavender Tower and went rushing to the left where Pikachu had been running before. I came across that huge patch of grass in the middle of the route there that was available to me after I cut down the tree. I did so and went running through the patch of grass, willing to get to the other side where I was sure Pikachu was. Where else would he go but Saffron? I controlled Red through the grass before I growled in annoyance when I was attacked by a pokemon.
At least... that's what I thought had happened. The screen went entirely black as if I had been attacked by a pokemon, but it didn't come back at all. Then white words filled the screen as I began to read them. 'Something isn't right.... something doesn't seem right.... Pikachu... why does it feel like you're right behind me..?' The screen came back then and I had no control over my sprite as he turned around and walked slowly towards where I'd used cut. Of course, the tree which hadn't been there before was now laying sideways just a little bit passed where it had once stood.
It looked as if I really had cut a tree down but that wasn't normal. Neither was how slowly the sprite was moving... as if Red saw something that he didn't want to see. "NOOOO!" suddenly appeared across the screen just before it blacked out again. I couldn't bring myself to turn the game off or do anything as I watched what happened. When the screen came back to, it came to an image that I never wished to see ever again.
There lay Pikachu, crushed by the tree that I had cut down just a while ago. His body lay broken and battered, his eyes open as he struggled to keep conscious. Red pushed the tree off of him then and pulled Pikachu in close. Pikachu barely struggled, his tail twitching slightly as Red held him in his arms. The blood was everywhere, making the little yellow mouse's fur seem scarlet in the light of the sinking sun. "P...Pika.... chuuuu.." The little Pikachu managed to say, his ears flattening a bit as he began to try and lift himself up in Red's arms.
"No Pikachu... stay still. It's fine. I'll get you to a Pokecentre... everything will be fine.. I promise buddy.." Pikachu seemed to relax a bit at these words, looking up at Red. I couldn't see Pikachu's eyes at this moment... but of course the game just had to mess with my mind as it then moved it so that I was seeing everything from Red's point of view.
Pikachu gazed up at me then, his eyes filled with unshed tears. He raised his little paw towards me and it moved back enough to show me that he was placing his paw, still covered in his own blood, and had placed it on Red's cheek. "Chuu..." Pikachu whispered then, his eyes filled with what could only be regret. "Pikachu... don't feel bad for biting me... it wasn't your fault... you were scared.." Red whispered to the little mouse in his arms. Pikachu seemed to smile a bit at this, his ears still flat as his eyes glazed over a bit. "Pika..." Pikachu said softly, closing his eyes for a moment before he opened them again to gaze at his trainer once more.
"Pika-pi... chuu...." Pikachu said softly, and it was obvious even to me, even without the subtitles that came then to translate for the little pokemon's words as Red had understood as well, what Pikachu had said. 'Thank you Red, for everything you've done for me. I'll miss you...... goodbye.' Tears were still welled up in the little mouse's eyes, one falling gently from each cheek. I watched as the light began to fade from his eyes before he closed them for one last time, never to open them again. The screen pulled back once more to reveal Red on his knees, Pikachu in his arms.
His body began to shake as little drops of tears fell from his eyes and landed on the body beneath him. He suddenly raised his head to the sky as a scream ripped through his throat and was audible even from the game. The anguish that filled the cry tore at my heart even more and I felt tears rolling down my own cheeks. The cry turned to one of rage then as Red's eyes turned back and seemed to stare right into my soul. His eyes were blazing now before the screen blacked out. White words filled the screen again.
This is your fault... You did this! I pleaded for you to help Pikachu.... help him not kill him you murderer! I will never forgive you for this! Never will you be forgiven! He was my best friend.... my partner.... I will see you in hell you monster.
It was then that my screen suddenly blacked out again and my system shut down as if it had run out of battery even though I know I had just put new ones in before playing it today. I dropped my gameboy, my body shaking before I slowly stand up. I don't know what it is that drove me to.... but I went towards my phone in the kitchen... and I lifted it up.
I dialled a number that I had never before seen in my life... as if someone else was controlling my movements. As it rang, my hand reached for something. It was then that I heard someone pick up on the other end.... and I heard myself speak words and sounds that I never thought I'd hear from my throat. I screamed loudly, a weak imitation of the cry that I'd heard from Red only moments before and I knew that the person on the other line was probably now wide awake. I spoke before they could, not even caring who it was that listened.
"Where's Pikachu!? You stole him from me! You all stole him from me! Give him back to me now! I need him! He's gone now.. and it's all your fault.. it's all your doing! Bring back Pikachu!" I didn't even think of what I was doing as I did it, tears in my eyes as I lifted up the object in my hand. I heard the person on the other end recover as they asked me what was going on and if I was even sane. I ignored them as I sliced at my arms, making nice long marks and the sound of tearing flesh was clearly audible.
"It's too late... you monster... you've killed him... Pikachu was my partner.. my best friend..... and you killed him" I then cried out a bit in pain as I plunged the heavenly knife into my chest and twisted it. "..... I'll never... forgive you.." My hands were now covered in blood as I slammed the phone back on it's receiver. I gasped, falling to the floor as my body shook at the pain coursing through me.
My senses seemed to come back to me then and I wondered what in the world I was doing. I looked up, trying to figure out how far the phone was. Would I be able to lift myself up and call for an ambulance? Or for any help at all? As I thought this however, my heart seemed to freeze as I heard clapping.
"Well done well done. That was quite the performance. I'd tell you you should be an actor... if you weren't already a pawn in my little play. Of course... to really perform to my standards... your life must end here~" The voice purred a bit.
I looked over, as the voice sounded strangely familiar. My body just froze even more at what I saw. "R-Red?!?" My voice stuttered. The man that stood before me now wore the same clothes as the one in the game, every tiny little detail was just... Red. Right down to... to the mark on his hand where Pikachu had bitten him! The man laughed again, his voice ringing eerily.
"Well you're one of the quickest out of all my little pawns... Yes... it's me. I came for my revenge... My revenge against everyone who has taken so much from me. My partner... my friend... my life.... everything. You all took it from me and gave it to new players.... as if all my struggling... my sacrifices.. meant NOTHING to any of you! You replaced me with Silver and Gold... only to replace them yet again with others... it will never end will it? You'll just bring a new star... raise them to greatness... and then push them aside like they're worthless garbage.... Well.. I've had enough... and I'm doing something about it... Like I said before.... I'll see you in hell."
The entire time he spoke he'd been walking slowly towards me. I tried to inch away, but I couldn't. He rolled me over, pushing his foot against my stomach to keep me still as he ripped out the knife from my chest. I cried out again in pain, my eyes closed as I felt the knife plunge into my heart.... My last fleeting memory as I felt my life drain away was the ringing of Red's laughter and the sound of a piece of paper being placed beside me. I knew what it said.... 'Help me find Pikachu' It was then that I knew. This wasn't the end. There would be more and who knows..........
...... You might be Red's next target.
- by Riku Is My Name |
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- Title: Creepy Pasta: Yellow Mouse
- Artist: Riku Is My Name
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Casey was interested in mysteries... she always had been, so when a real life mystery involving another of her loves, Pokemon, arrises, she tries to figure it out in her past time. When she does finally figure it out, she wishes she hadn't.
- Date: 02/04/2011
- Tags: creepy pasta yellow mouse pokemon
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Scarlett Echo - 02/04/2011
- *shock* That was...wow. Completely scared to death, here. Loved the story! It was well written and didn't stray from it's point. Sure, I'll have nightmares... but it was a very enjoyable story!
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- Katinata - 02/04/2011
- Already read it Kai, er I mean RIKU. As I said before it is splendidly done <3
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