Nebbles can write! [Fanfiction thread]

[Greg]

Poor Porygons A-Y. 

[SlowPokemon]

[This isn't super scary as a creepypasta, but it's definitely got some disturbing undertones if you read deep enough. Enjoy!]

You always wonder, what happens to lab rats, failed experiments? Are they left in a cell to rot, or killed off for the sake of its uselessness? Or do they try and try again, to make it better?

In science, or at least here, giving up is never an option. You keep trying and trying again, hoping for a better outcome. Anything to keep you from being a laughing stock. It's almost futile, but whatever works is practically the phrase they identify themselves with.

Maybe what you're doing is a little… odd. So what? The world they live is odd, isn't it? You could capture the most powerful Pokemon on earth and easily control it like a puppet. It'll obey you no matter what. It's a strange, strange world out there. And there are so many mysteries.

Mysteries that need to be solved, for the sake of knowledge. For the sake of knowing more of this world and all who inhabit it. Perhaps experiment after experiment isn't the right way, but they don't care. Pokemon have been man-made before. And, it's about discovery, right? Finding new Pokemon to fill up the Pokedex. More Pokemon to benefit trainers.

So, of course this practice isn't wrong.

"Subject X is another failure. Doesn't work right."

"W-why haven't we gotten it by now? We've made so many…"

"Yes, we have. There's room for improvement as always, no? Dispose of it."

A small whimper. "I-I…" They condoned harsh experiments, perhaps illegal ones, but not killing. How ironic of them. "Okay."

A shrill is heard, after much thumping and whining, there's silence as the failed experiment is tossed.

"Y and Z… if we run out of letters, what will we do?"

"Stop at Z. Whatever Z will be like, it'll be the best we can do."

Y was another failure. Perhaps it was closer to what they were looking for â€" but not enough. It was disposed of. The scientist frowned, wondering â€" what were they doing wrong? Why on earth couldn't they get this right?

'See this? Dubious Disc? Don't use it. It's corrupt beyond belief. It does wacky things to the computers. Burn it, throw it out, just… get rid of it.'

The curious person he was, the scientist didn't get rid of it. He kept it, thinking he could either fix it or use it for something else. It had to be pretty bad if Silph. Co didn't approve…

But, at the same time, it could be the very thing they needed.

"This should be perfect. Get me another Porygon."

It was sleek, shiny â€" odd looking eyes â€" but it was the best yet. It looked normal, just like another version of Porygon 2. It was going to surpass it, and be able to contact all sorts of life forms â€" and maybe even talk. A revolution! He had created a scientific revolution!

"Perfect! Just… perfect! We are done! No more!" It look so long to get here. Porygons A-Y were a bust â€" all mutated, weird versions of Porygon that would make them look bad. But this one â€" oh, trainers would just want to eat it up.

"Get the professor on the line! We've discovered a new Pokemon."

As the scientist turned his back to his subject, it began shaking erratically, its mind hearing nothing but static and glitched, warped speech.

LOL I love this still. Makes me laugh at the explanation for the random Z in its name, and is pretty readable, easy to get through.

[Cobraroll]

Haha, nice one!

I always imagined Porygon-Z to be an unauthorized patch to Porygon2, cranked out of some dubious laboratory, possibly funded by illegal activities. The patch was meant to make Porygon2 more powerful, altering its stats only, making it a powerful Pokémon to use in tournaments. It would look just like any normal Porygon2, nobody would suspect a thing. Everyone would just assume that it was well-trained. As a bonus, it could travel through the Distortion world, where normal Porygon2 would glitch as a result of clashing logic (for instance, trying to calculate gravity would lock the program into a paradox because the gravity in there is seriously messed up).

However, the project was cancelled. Perhaps the maker got bored, or he was having regrets, or something. It was copied to a disk and forgotten.

Then one day, somebody found it, copied it, and tried to integrate the disk's data with Porygon2's data, by converting them both to raw data through the use of a link machine. That's the way it was done with Porygon's up-grade disk, so it would sure work this time as well. The curious trainer only wanted a stronger Porygon2.

The result, however, was unexpected. One on hand, Porygon2 became stronger. On the other, it was warped. Its body parts would not assemble properly. The head insisted on being upside down, the program mistook legs for arms, and the tail was mostly ignored. Its eyes were just a static mess. Even the trainer's Pokédex couldn't read the Pokémon any more. It registered that it was a version of Porygon, but the last digit of the name (imprinted somewhere in the program) was warped and unreadable. Its internal reCAPTCHA test assumed that it was a Z, and put a hyphen in between to warn that this was just an assumption.
Luckily, the trainer was a honest one. The new version of Porygon2 was examined by doctors and professors, who concluded that the code was indeed working, if not working right. "Porygon-Z" was to be registered and put on the official lists. It was supposed to be named Porygon3 at first, but Silph. co denied to include this unathorized creation in their respected Porygon line, so the professors agreed to roll with the name the PokéDex had churned out. The trainer even insisted on keeping the hyphen.

And, it turned out to work perfectly in the Distortion world. The only downside was that it refused to obey the data commands used to control Porygon and Porygon2, pushing the project back to square one. It appears to some reseachers that Porygon-Z has no internal logic, that the code mutates and it sometimes make strange noises, but Pokémon keepers and breeders have managed to communicate with it, and say it's more emotional than its cousins.

And the original disk? It was copied and distributed in secret. Rumours say it's possible to obtain, if you know where to look. Porygon-Z remains legal in use and distribution, though the disk is not...

[Clanker37]

I thought that Porgon2 went into space (Which it was desigened for) met a space virus(Deoxys perhaps) which messed it up and the it evolved in Porygon-Z. As a result a tiny bit of Deoxys is inside Porygon-Z hence the high Sp. Atk and poor weaknesses. That's how I imagined it.

EDIT: Except that in no way would involve the Dubious Disk.

EDIT: Unless Deoxys created/inside a disk and then Porygon2 touched and evolved 8O

[Nebbles]

[It's Wednesday, and I have a drabble for you guys! ...well, A ficlet, but I'll be with friends on Friday so I'm trying to give a little more incase I totally forget to update on Friday.]

It'd been a long time since he'd stepped off the mountain. He was so used to hail pelting his bare skin, worn and hardened, used to the freezing temperatures. His breath always had fogged before his vision - not like he could see much past the snow. Yet, he knew, it'd be unwise to stay there forever.

Almost reluctantly, one foot moved forward, fresh snow crunching beneath his feet. He continued to walk down the icy, uneven side of the mountain. The snow shortly began to slow down, before nearly coming to complete halt. He'd reached the lower half of Mt. Silver. The snow on his body melted, spotting his clothes with droplets of water. Oh, well. He was used to that, wasn't he?

Home. It was odd to think of the word. Why return? He'd been gone for so long, steeling himself against the forces of nature to train. But what was there left to do? He'd beat almost any challengers who braved the climb. Any losses meant harder training, forcing to focus in even colder conditions. The warmth was almost welcoming. He really wasn't used to such weather.

Lone pieces of grass clung to his wet jeans, dirt staining the bottom of his shoes. He reached a stop as he approached the gate connecting here, Victory Road and the route connecting to Viridian.

Was he really ready to return home? He hadn't even spoken in years. Of course, the ability didn't vanish… he had just gone mute after isolating himself for so long. The bond between him and his team was close enough - so really, his Pokemon just knew what to do in battle. His opponents found it odd, but it's not like they ever tried to speak. Not much other then, "I'd like a battle, please."

Uttering a soft sigh, he pushed through the doors. The guard gave him a small smile, going over to open the gate that paved the way to Viridian.

"Ah, Red. Nice to see you again."

Red gave a slight nod in his direction. Viridian… it still looked the same. It held the same nostalgic sent. He even remembered it, even after all these years. That memory made him smile, almost. The journey he had…

He thought of visiting Blue, but who knew where he was now. Maybe he had returned home as well.

The Route 1 sign soon came into view. He rested his hand upon it, glancing forward, seeing Oak's lab far in the distance. Red smiled once again. His mother would be overjoyed to see him - everyone would be.

Maybe it was time to return home, after all.

[Cobraroll]

Really awesome.

[Clanker37]

  Red left Mt. Silver?

[Nebbles]

Red left Mt. Silver?

SHOCKING ISN'T IT

But aaahhh I assumed he'd have to leave sometime unless he wants to die of hypothermia /rolls

[Nebbles]

[ IT'S FRIDAY, FRIDAY, GOTTA POST FANFICTION ON FRIDAY]

Dear diary,

Have you ever had the feeling… like that off feeling, that something isn't right? Like you have this odd feeling swimming in your head. Like someone's eyes are on you, 24/7.

But I must be imagining it, right? It could be just due to being tired. Long days.

It can't be anything serious. Yet, it seems colder in here. My room feels different â€" and… there's a faint ringing. I swear. I need to sleep.
Maybe tomorrow, things will be different.

Dear diary,

The noises won't stop. Streaks of light blur across my vision. I'm hearing things. My friends tell me I could be still imagining things. We did have a weird run in a few days ago, but it can't be that, right? It's not like I get shaken too easily…

They're all fine, though. Which confuses me. Nothing is wrong with them. I should be like them â€" fine, no issues.

I'd love to tell you more, but I can't write too easily without messing up. I'm shaking. It's freezing in here. I need to go to sleep.

Dear diary,

What is this

I can't sleep

The voices are even louder. It's gone from little whispers to cackling, shrieking laughter. I've turned around to see if anyone was behind me. But no one is there. So why am I hearing things? Why do I see unshaped masses at the corners of my room? Why do I feel like it's below freezing here?

Oh god I just reached for something and it moved by itself. By itself â€" with nothing â€" just out of thin air.

I want to sleep but I can't. I need to talk to someone. I need help.

Dear diary,

The therapist says that run in â€" the disturbance in that cave â€" has severely upset me. But I can't believe it's just that. I'm never scared this easily. I don't… believe that. I can't. Why would I let a scary thing ruin my life? Whatever this is, it has to go away soon, right?

There's small black figures dancing across the pages… but I can still write over them. It's like they want me to write. They enjoy it. They crave the paranoia spilled upon these pages.

Maybe this is all a dream. It's possible.

Right?

Riiight…?

Dear diary,

The words are moving across the page. The letters are switching places. I have to make sure everything looks okay before I start writing again. It's like everything is jumping out at me.

It's been five days since I've slept. I feel sick, I can hardly eat, and my skin is blue. It looks blue â€" maybe it isn't? Maybe it is? Maybe my mind is playing cruel tricks on me? The red marks on my arm pop out so much…

It's cold, too cold, and I know something is watching me. Eyes are drilling into the back of my head and scrutinizing â€" watching â€" seeing â€" every word I write. I hear light whispers, high-pitched laughter.

They're laughing at my fear. My mind is reeling, head pounding. I don't know what's wrong with me anymore.

I hate them. Those… things that did this. So cruel, so sadistic to find amusement in this

I don't know what to do anymore

I need help. Someone. Please. I think whatever they are, they want to kill me. The words are jumping out again at me â€" trying to bind me to the desk and suffocate me.

That was the last entry recorded. The police had scanned up and down the journal, frowning.

The handwriting had gone from neat to rushed, messy scripture and blotted ink on some of the pages. Pens were scattered among the desk. Other than that, the room was eerily neat and tidy.

They had been called in at the report of a neighbor's worry, hearing loud screams earlier this morning, then a large thump.

The boy had been dead. There were several scratch marks on his arm â€" some bloody, some just faint pink lines on his skin. Evidence pointed to severe head trauma â€" someone, or maybe himself, had bashed his head several times into a blunt object.

Upon asking his friends, they finally gave details on what happened that night.
The group had disturbed a small group of Mismagius and their children, and tried to capture them on the spot. His friends fled at the scene due to fear, yet the boy had stayed. And after further research, the pieces had come together.

Mismagius and Misdreavus were known to cause hallucinations.  Known to make people hear high-pitched noises.

And that had driven the poor boy to his death.

[Clanker37]

I see you wrote that Mismagius and Misdreavus story 

Very good

[Nebbles]

[because I'm iffy on posting some hetalia fics here (nothing bad about them but idk) have another creepypasta >_> )


Have you ever wandered Eterna Forest at night? Maybe you have, maybe you haven't.

If not, have you ever wondered about the abandoned mansion, placed behind the myriad of wilted trees? No matter what the season, the trees always seem dead, bark black and twisted. The Old Chateau, it's called. The owners have supposedly vanished years ago, leaving the house behind.

Many would wonder â€" why build a house in such an outlandish place? Who'd want to live in a forest, considering Eterna City was so close?

A few brave trainers have ventured into the house. Everything is eerily in place. Plates and silverware are lined up perfectly on the table, all covered under a layer of dust. Books are lined up neat and orderly, spare the cobwebs in the corners.

Of course, what disturbs everyone is that the lights are always on. If the house is as old as people say it is, wouldn't the lights have burned out years ago? Even at night, faint lights shine from the window. If one listens hard enough, faint buzzing is heard as well. No one knows any more, as they leave as quickly as possible, much to scared to continue exploring.

The story surrounding the place… it's why no one goes anymore.

No one knows every detail. But they know enough not to go anywhere near it.

Story is that two ghosts live there. A young girl, and an old man. They are sometimes seen floating beyond the windows, staring into the forest. It's almost as if they're trapped; they can't leave. As if… something is holding them back, you could say.

Other than the standard Gastly floating around, another ghost type is said to live there.

It's always in some electronic device. It remains in the TV mostly, hoping someone would be foolish enough to enter the Old Chateau. Two people aren't enough, it thinks. It wants more people, friends â€" to scare, to cause enough havoc until insanity has driven them to death.

If your Pokedex or Poketch act up near the chateau, it is best to drop it and run.

If not, a zap of blue electricity might be the last thing you ever see.

So perhaps, maybe you won't wander the forest at night. After all, it's for your safety.

[Nebbles]

[ New creepypasta! I really love this one - it's a new style, but it turned out so interesting. I love the Ruins of Alph. I really do.]

It’s almost as if you stepped into a different world. The cool autumn air is gone, and you’re only left with stagnant, stale air. It’s breathable, but by no means pleasant. It’s not exactly warm in here either, and you’re wondering why the stiff air isn’t matching the indoor temperatures. But what are you to question this place? They’re ancient ruins, you tell yourself. Surrounded by an air of mystery. No one really knows what’s inside.

But that’s what makes it appealing to you. And with little hesitation â€" perhaps swallowing your fear â€" you continue to walk inside, the dim light from the opening already fading. And it’s fading a bit too quickly, you notice. It unsettles your stomach a bit, but you just ignore that.

It’s dead silent. Even your footsteps seem to melt away in here, not leaving an echo at all. And you wish so badly for there to be one. It’s uncomforting, the silence. It’s creeping up on you, threatening to swallow you up whole. But, no, that’s not possible. After enough exploring, really, you can just leave.

That is, if you can find an exit.

Your flashlight isn’t living up to expectations. It provides a path, but there’s another problem: the path looks the same, no matter how far you walk. The scenery is starting to look alike, as if it were rotating endlessly. It bothers you greatly â€" you’d like to leave here eventually, wouldn’t you? You’ve got things to do, a journey to complete, badges to earn. You’ve got little time to spend running in circles.

Your legs are starting to hurt a bit. The uneven surfaces of the ruins are starting to make you stumble around and trip. You keep a tight grip on your flashlight, almost terrified of losing it. Who knows what lies in the darkness? If your light source vanished, you could be lost for a very long time. Unless you’ve got a fire type with you, your luck is very short.

You need a break. Your legs feel as though they’re ready to give out. It’s gotten considerably warmer â€" uncomfortably so. A thin line of sweat coats your forehead, and you’d do anything for an ice cold glass of water. It sounds so pleasant â€" but sadly, the ruins have turned your water bottle into a nasty, lukewarm drink. It’s not really preferred, but it’s better than nothing.

You think to yourself â€" has anyone else really been down here? Maybe, but with a proper exploration team. You’re just a headstrong kid who dove into the ruins all by yourself. You’ve read about them, and heard stories about the residents of the bordering city. And oh, it was worth checking out, you said. You were so curious!

And curiosity kills the cat. You want to go home. You’re lost. The flashlight’s beginning to dim. And, you’re not sure if this is due to exhaustion â€" but you have the slightest hunch something is watching you. But how? Isn’t this place deserted? Who else would be here?

You remember that Pokemon inhabited this area a very long time ago. But… as said, that was ages ago. So that can’t be it. Right? They’re ancient. Written in books as history.

You sit for a while, contemplating on how to find an exit. Yet, you were just… so excited, you skipped past the Pokemon center. You can’t force them to help you. The gym battle wasn’t horrid, but they needed rest. And you regret it greatly. It might take hours, days to work through this place in the dark. You look upwards, hoping that shafts of light would make their way through the earth. But, things just aren’t in your favor. You’re underground, yes, but there aren’t any cracks through the dirt.

In frustration, you slam your hand on the wall. A shockwave of pain, brief as it was, makes your hand sting. You rub it silently, thankful there’s no blood. You’re not sure what you’ve got in supply of makeshift bandages, anyway. Other than socks and a few clean shirts, there’s nothing to stop any sort of blood.

You’re inactive for quite a bit, mulling over your options. You could try to retrace your footsteps. Try calling out â€" maybe a research team would come by. If desperate, reply on the help of your team. You hope the first option would work. With a sigh, you rise from your spot, hoping the last life of your flashlight can assist in the best way possible.

You’re trying to be hopeful. The same feeling â€" eyes are on you â€" returns, and in a much heavier sense than last time. It suddenly feels very cold, and you zip up your jacket fully, trying to bury your face in it. It was warm just a minute ago â€" and there was no way you could be near the entrance. Your stomach drops, a feeling of dread overcoming you. What on earth is causing this feeling? It’s empty. This place has to be empty.

You quicken your pace, despite your tired body telling you to not to. Your heart rate increases rapidly, your breathing coming out in short, quick pants. Something is after you. You don’t even know what, and your mind spits out every worst possibility it could. It does nothing to calm you. Your panic increases, and you trip over your own steps, the flashlight clattering to the ground and rolling out of sight.

Your eyes widen, panting, rubbing your injured knee. It’s bleeding now. Slightly, but the injury does nothing in your favor. With no light and now an injury, you’re really wondering how you’re going to get out of this place with ease.

With little options, you stay in place, patting your wound with a clean shirt. The stains will be questionable once back at the Pokemon center, but you’ll find an excuse, won’t you? Plenty of people must’ve gotten lost before. You can’t be the only one.

And suddenly, the silence is fading. You hold your breath, hearing shrill cries in the background. Not human cries â€" definitely not. Are they the Pokemon here? Were they friendly? Would they help you get out?

As your mind continues to wander, you don’t realize the creatures closing in on you. They tend to dislike disturbances â€" especially humans who cause such noise.

The last thing you see is a bright burst of light. And unfortunately for you, it doesn’t lead to the outdoors.

[Clanker37]

Unown Rape

[Nebbles]

I wrote about Giratina and the distortion world whoooo

It had been long banished from the world, forced to reside in dark, cold isolation. It was only accompanied by barren, torn landscapes. Rocks were suspended in mid air, with oddly shaped, dark trees protruding from the floating terrain. There was nothing but darkness.

Such a long time it had been down here. It longed to be the regular world. Often, it'd try and desperately find its way out. Yet to no avail. The dark blue fog continued endlessly, mocking Giratina.

You can't escape. Of course you can't escape. Arceus put you here. Why would you escape?

And for the first time in years, there was light.

It was unusual, seeing yellows filter through the blues, the fog dissipating. Curious. How curious. Giratina's wings stretched, rising up to the new source of interest.

Giratinas' body was able to slowly worm through the aperture, breaking free of its prison. A loud screech reverberated through the cold mountain air. Its body was covered in black, the ooze dripping off onto the stone, leaving stubborn, thick material. The columns began to bend and groan, unable to handle the force Giratina was giving.

The sky grew dark, the light gone again. Giratina gave another screech, piercing red eyes viewing the earth for the very first time in centuries. The humans backed away in awe - fear, perhaps - unable to comprehend the beast in front of them. Yet one human continued to stare, eyes locking with Giratina.

And Giratina leapt up, dragging the human into the hell that began to seep up into the earth.