User:TripleCookieDough

It was a Wednesday night in the middle of January 2012, and six inches of snow were covering on the ground. Being 11, and an expert on Pokemon creepypastas and Silent Hill, I was sitting by a window in my bedroom playing my beloved FireRed on the GBA. Yes I know, GBA’s are old-school for that time, but I had it since I was six and loved it as much as Pokemon.

I was at the entrance to Lavender Town, with 21 hours and 21 minutes worth of game-time on the file, when the screen began to shake as if my one of my Pokemon was poisoned. Curiously, I checked my party, and none of them were poisoned. (My party consisted of three level-70, nameless Pokemon: a female Umbreon, a male Pidgeot, and a female Charizard.) Passing it off as a glitch, I kept walking. I became increasingly unnerved as the poison animations continued, and I could vaguely make out the animation of the move “Slash” in each flash of distortion.

I almost jumped out of my skin when a text box appeared. It read:“aMy…WeLcOmE bAcK.” This petrified me, because my character’s name was Cindy, and Amy was my real name. As much as I wanted to turn the game off, since I hadn’t saved recently, I felt as if I needed to continue. I forced myself to move Cindy deeper into Lavender Town, poison scenes and all. Exactly a minute later, another text box popped up. “Do YoU kNoW wHo I aM?” A Yes/No option followed. Not wanting to upset whoever this was, I smashed the A button on Yes. The feedback I received was “lIeS.”

The screen flickered once, and progressively zoomed in on my character. My eyes were huge as I realized that the graphics were getting better as it got closer to my character. The game stopped zooming when it got to just Cindy and one block in front of her, and the graphics were-hyper realistic by then, her green eyes wide in horror at something the player couldn’t see. The scene stayed that way for an entire minute.

Before I even thought about moving Cindy, her skin ripped open across one arm and sprayed crimson blood onto the screen. To this day, I swear this invisible force cut my arm open too, because I felt an excruciating pain across my right arm and almost dropped my GBA. Cindy made a gasping noise, looked at her arm, and tried to run from whatever she was looking at before collapsing mid-stride with a grunt. I was in tears at this point, and the screen flickered to black. At first, I thought that the game crashed, but then a text box appeared, written in an eerily familiar style. It had three blood-red words seemingly engraved on it: “oPeN. yOuR. eYeS.”

I shakily pressed A to proceed with the next action. The screen faded to a scene that was burned into my mind for eternity, and was apparently from Cindy’s eyes, because a vertical line of blood would trickle in front of certain places on occasion. In the center of the screen was a white, ghostly being with two holes where eyes would be, but the holes just had a pitch black smoke leaking out of them. Its mouth had large fangs jutting up and down of where lips would be, Trapinch-style. The being had a flowing, and yet sharp figure, a single white spike curving out of its back, and blood seeped from a wound in its neck. The blood formed a puddle on the ground, and it had splashed all over the ends of the four leg-like extensions. Unown orbited around this white thing wth a faint whirring sound, clustering in groups to form “DESPAIR” and “WHY?” The Unown’s eyes were all crimson red and glowing faintly, they were the only thing allowing me to distinguish anything. (Keep in mind that this is also hyper realistic.)

Then, it spoke. Its horrid voice scalded my ears, and spoke with the highest tone and yet the lowestI’d ever heard, so contorted that I began to have a headache. It said to me, not Cindy, me: “yOu LiEd. YoU hAvE nEvEr SeEn Me BeFoRe In YoUr LiFe, AnD I kNoW tHaT bEcAuSe I cAn TeLl ThAt YoU fEeL sCaReD.” Its mouth didn’t even open. “I aM AxRyU, aNd YoU aRe AmY.” The smog emitting from its eyes turned dark, dark red. “TuRn ArOuNd.”

I pegged that system across my room (which isn’t very big) and cried nto my pillow for about 15 minutes. As soon as I stopped, the voice came from my GBA once more, but it sounded…urgent, as well as its usual tone of insanity. “lOoK uP.” I was shaking so hard, I almost couldn’t physically do it. When I did, I saw my GBA. It was…FLOATING. Axryu was approaching the screen, Unown and all. My eyes were about to pop out of my head as I realized the creature’s front head spike was sticking out of the system! The dark crimson smoke was filling my room, and the Unown emerged from the system as Axryu’s front leg stained my rug red. It seemed to yank itself out of the system, as if something was holding it back from within.

“I’m HeRe. HaVe YoU fOrGoTtEn AbOuT mE aLrEaDy?” Axryu’s demented screech echoed throughout my room. Its neck leaked blood onto my carpet like a river, coloring my white flooring for what I thought would be permanently. Then Axryu bowed its head, and blood began to drip from its eyes, as though it was crying tears of blood, and said to me in a minute tone: “yOu ArE mY mAsTeR. Do YoU rEmEmBeR mE?” A repeated hoarse sound came from within it, as if it was laughing. “Of CoUrSe YoU dOn’T. YoU dOn’T rEmEmBeR mE, bUt I rEmEmBeR yOu. I hAvE BeEn WiTh YoU sInCe YoU fIrSt PiCkEd Up ThAt FiReReD gAmE.” The bloody tears didn’t stop, and I, too, was crying. “YoU cOuLd SaY tHe GaMe Is CuRsEd. BuT I hAvE aLwAyS wAlKeD wItH yOu, EvEr SiNcE yOu FiRsT sAw YoUr FiRsT pOkEmOn. YoU dId NoT cHoOsE mE, I cHoSe YoU.”

The Unown began to orbit around me, as the last thing I saw was Axryu standing next to me, in a strangely…loyal manner before I blacked out. Upon awaking, I was lying in bed with my GBA on, showing my last save in FireRed. I stared at it with big eyes. Slowly, I picked it up, and Cindy was completely normal. The graphics were de-restored to their original pixely state, Cindy’s Pokemon entirely normal once again, the poison animation gone. I saved, put it on my dresser next to my bed, and checked the clock. Eight o’ clock. Yawning, I wandered downstairs to eat breakfast.

To this day, I still see the Axryu floating next to me out of the corner of my eye, the poor thing following me around for eternity. I’ve said nothing to anyone about the incedent until now. If you read this, pass it on, and maybe Axryu will be released from this world where there are no humans who understand, aside from anyone reading this.