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Pokemon Creepypasta-Natsuko Trusts You

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Trust. This is a concept that most of us don't really think of in our everyday lives. I never did. It was a sort of unspoken thing-I trusted my parents to take care of me until I was old and learned enough to fend for myself. I trusted my school teachers to prepare me for life beyond the halls and classrooms. I trusted my doctors to aid me if I were sick or injured. You get the general idea.

If you were to go so far, you could even say I trusted in reality; the invisible barriers that kept our world from becoming something out of a comic or movie. Those fantasies were fun: to fly or have super-strength or be able to interact with creatures unknown, or scary: the destruction of the world or annihilation of humanity due to whatever threat you wanna slap down.

But the one thing I could count on was that they weren't real. Those zombies on my TV screen weren't suddenly going to show up in my front yard.

I guess what I really should've put my faith in though, was that there are no true guarantees in life. Just two things: everybody dies, at some point. That, and bad things will happen, inevitably. It's a balancing act.

But why, why did this have to happen, out of all the possibilities in existence?!

…...

I was your average, ordinary senior in high school. I was rather boring by most people's standards-brown hair, green eyes, plain Jane tomboy. Throughout my life I never did anything truly outrageous. I never went to late-night parties, never got drunk or did drugs. I never even liked attending the school dances. Most people tended to avoid me anyway, what with the fact I was so quiet. Why bother going somewhere I'm just gonna wind up alone? If I'm gonna be all on my own, it may as well be in my own room, surrounded by stuff I like to do.

Speaking of interests and fantasies...

I don't know if you've ever dreamt about this, but I certainly did as a kid: becoming a Pokemon Master. Yes, I grew up during the 'Pocket Monsters' heyday, and still followed the video games religiously, thank you very much. I'd grown out of most of the toys and anime and trading cards, but the video games had always held my interest. Probably because that was the closest way to ever becoming anything akin to a Pokemon great: raising your team and completing the Pokedex for each generation of 'Mons that came out.

I had a good handful of the games, though unfortunately my Gold, Silver and Crystal cartridges could no longer hold a save file. But that was okay, since they'd just remade the second generation for the DS. I was so excited to get my hands on a copy, mainly because I couldn't wait to see the changes between this remake and the originals. For one thing, there would be a ton more new Pokemon. Third and Fourth gen had come out since then, adding over 200 monsters to be collected. Call me weird, but that was probably my favorite part of all the games: catching all the various creatures and unlocking their unique secrets. I gained quite a few interesting favorites this way.

And of course, the remake of Second gen was the game where the 'Mon at the head of your team would follow you around, just like Pikachu in Yellow so long ago. Also, they included the Pokewalker, which was the closest you could get to actually carrying around a real Pokemon with you wherever you went. Yeah, you can bet I was excited over this.

It took me quite a while to progress through SoulSilver (not due to difficulty though-I just didn't wanna beat the game too quickly. I wanted to savor it), but at long last I had reached Kanto, and collected over half the Badges there. I was taking a break at the moment, goofing off and training a few fave Pokemon that weren't on my main team. So sue me, I wanted a few more 'Dex pages and some new friends to call my own.

By this point in time, internet had become the big, happening thing it is today, and it helped to expand the Pokemon universe even further. From Fourth gen on, you could trade with people across the world with the Global Trade Link system, which operated via wi-fi connection. You could also go online and access special content there, or just check out forums, index pages, image sites, even download ROMs to a virtual GBA system for the computer, all thanks to the power of the 'net.

But with growth also comes exploration, and some of the things unearthed could be quite...disturbing.

I'd been looking up fanart for one of my fave Pokemon, the Third gen Gardevoir, when I stumbled upon what was known as 'Creepypasta'. Basically, it was like an urban legend, but instead of being told, it was spread via copy/pasting online-and 'Creepypasta' was an altered portmanteau of 'copy/paste'. The stories could be about anything, as long as they were creepy and, usually, told in one installment. The ones I found were about video games, 'Pokemon' in particular.

I didn't read too much. It kinda weirded me out. Don't get me wrong, I love scary stories and horror movies, even if the former hits way too close to home based on a few...childhood memories. But the idea of something I loved, something I trusted...something that had been like a security blanket for me, growing up at the mercy of our world, being turned into something dangerous and unpredictable, something I could no longer control or seek safety in? That was too much.

I closed out, but not before reading one long, gripping tale of a devoted Gardevoir being sold by a heartless Trainer to a shrewd businessman, who ran an illegal underground Pokemon fighting ring. The ending was that the Gardevoir's protective spirit was broken, and it escaped from captivity only to track down its original Trainer, and exact revenge.

This one resonated with me, not so much because of the violence-that Trainer deserved what he got, as far as I was concerned-but because of the fact that a creature like Gardevoir was forced to become such a monster at the hands of fate and existence. Call it crazy, but it...well, it reminded me of me.

Just hear me out, okay? I had no friends, and my family were mostly detached in their interactions with me. My older brother John got far more attention from Mom and Dad, and I didn't even know what it was I should've been doing to be so prized in their eyes. And the frightening thing was, I kept flickering between silent suffering...and disconnected apathy. I didn't know if this was normal, I didn't know if it was right. I had nowhere to turn. Sometimes it felt like the entire world was trying to drive me mad, and turn me into something I wasn't.

But the story also inspired me to begin my next mini quest in-game: to get a Gardevoir in SoulSilver.

All I could see in my mind's eye was the image of a beautiful Gardevoir, following behind my Trainer wherever she went. It was very powerful. Since I like being able to train my 'Mons and bond with them, I searched online, to find out how to catch a Ralts, the first form in the line.

Turns out, they would appear on Route 34, via the Swarm function. Listen to the 'Pokemon Talk' radio show, after you'd beaten the Elite Four and started the second half of your journey in Kanto. So, all I had to do was wait, for the particular broadcast. Every day, I'd check my radio. I waited. And waited. And waited.

It took nearly a month, but at long last, I got my wish: Ralts were appearing at the specified location! I grabbed a lower-leveled Pokemon that could put others to sleep, and set out into the tall grass.

I wound up catching two of them, a male (because I wanted to try and get a Gallade later on, too), and then finally, a female. I kept getting boys, then accidentally fainted the first two girls I encountered. But the third one stuck, and at long last I had my Ralts.

Originally, I had named her Manuela, because I'm a bit of a nut and remembered watching my brother playing 'Resident Evil: Darkside Chronicles' (when he wasn't trying to impress his friends and actually had time for me). There was a character in there named Manuela, who was graceful and delicate and wore a white dress. But the moniker didn't seem to fit. My Pokemon was bold natured, and on the vain side. I had trouble training her at first. We didn't seem to click.

Then, a couple nights later, I was watching this Japanese murder mystery on TV with my family. (So sue me, I like indulging that half of my heritage.) One of the main female leads was called Natsuko, and she ran a beauty salon. She had a confident, sassy attitude, full of energy. The name wouldn't leave my mind, so I wound up taking 'Manuela' to the Name Rater and rechristening her. Things picked up from there.

Natsuko was not easy to raise. I had to use quite a few Potions to keep her afloat for the first few levels, even though I was training her against Pokemon she trumped in type. While we were at the Burned Tower, she wound up fainting two or three times in a row. She was NOT happy about that, and told me so. But I kept healing her, apologizing and continuing with the training, stopping every so often to give her a power up item or a haircut. She would gradually grow stronger, and we would travel to new areas to grind.

She was the only one I ever 'spoiled' like this, I realized. Of course I'd trained, given my other 'Mons haircuts and such, but not on a regular basis. With her, it was like clockwork; every few levels, at an even number, I'd give her a Calcium or Iron, one of the boosters. Every day I picked up my game, I'd try to get her a haircut. I soon learned that my girl had preferences-she didn't care much for the younger brother, but she was ecstatic whenever the elder worked on her. I knew which days to bring her in.

I'm not sure, maybe I just felt bad because of the Pokemon I'd read about in that story. Or maybe everybody has that one special Pokemon who, no matter how much a Trainer loves their others, gets indulged and pampered. They just...mesh. They have that bond.

After she'd finally evolved into my beautiful Gardevoir, I still kept training her. I figured I'd entertain her until at least level 50-that was how long I'd trained my last batch of 'Mons for while on break. I took her to the woman in Goldenrod who tells you how much your Pokemon likes you. I figured she'd tell me "It's quite cute", or something along those lines.

"I get the feeling that it really trusts you."

Wow. Well, I wasn't expecting that. Was that a normal message? Figuring that it was, and that I was just overreacting thanks to those silly 'creepypastas', I shrugged it off and continued my training. I started taking Natsuko to school on my Pokewalker, which I hadn't done in a long time with any of my 'Mons.

It wasn't until she was over level fifty that I realized it was time to put her back in the box, and get back to work completing the main storyline. I apologized to her before selecting her to deposit, so I could withdraw my Ninetails. It would only be for a little while, though-I had three Badges left, before I would unlock Mt. Silver. After that, I could goof off all I wanted, since I wasn't exactly eager to defeat Red and become ultimate champ. I liked leaving the game with a little bit of mystery.

But lo and behold, when I tried to drop her in, it didn't work. I would just get the sound of an invalid selection every time I clicked on her and the 'deposit' option. I tried again, and again, and again, until the harsh sound was grating on my ears. And if it was bugging me...then it was probably bothering her too, right?

I sighed, and looked at the screen. Why was she being so difficult? I looked at her sprite, and maybe it was just more of my sentimentality creeping in, but I swear she looked a bit downcast. As if she were asking Why do you want to get rid of me?

"I don't want to get rid of you, nothing like that. I just..." I sighed again, brushing my fingertip over the image on the upper screen. It wouldn't kill me to play with her for a little while longer, would it? Kanto would still be there in the morning, the Badges ready and waiting to be collected. For now, I was going to give in.

"Alright, Natsuko. You win. I'll train you for a few more levels, but then I gotta get back to work on my quest. I'll try and finish up quickly though. Then we can play again." Here I was, talking to a character in a video game like it was completely normal. I guess to me...it was. Again, just a trick of my eyes, but she appeared genuinely happier, as I closed out of the box and resumed our training.

A week or so later, I began to realize that something seriously freaky was going on.

I hadn't been sleeping very well, or eating much. Not a problem, I was always struggling with those two areas. But recently, it had been getting particularly severe. I had been playing my game for hours on end, seemingly unable to put it down. When I did, to try and close my eyes or grab even just a tiny snack, I'd suddenly remember something or other I had to do for Natsuko in-game. And then, the cycle would start all over again. I was living off of energy drinks, and my head was killing me. I was seeing spots before my eyes. I had to remind myself to go to the bathroom, even though I was fit to burst at times.

Since I wasn't taking good care of myself, I developed a nasty head cold. I couldn't breathe, my throat was sore, my head was pounding even worse than ever, I kept coughing badly. And still, I couldn't put down that damn game.

Until she stepped in to say something.

I'd been sitting in front of that tiny little screen, when I'd suddenly been struck by a violent coughing fit. It was random, and I didn't have time to grab tissues or muffle it with my covered arm. I wound up hacking and choking into my hand, which I then proceeded to wipe off on the lower edge of the bed, before reaching for the game again. But a new message caught my eye.

"Don't..."

I was confused. Don't what? Who was talking? I tried to push the arrow pad, to make my character move. "Don't..." My character wasn't moving. I tried again. "Don't..." What, had I somehow triggered some sort of secret animation? I tried again.

"Yeowch!" That was when I received a mighty shock to my hands, causing me to drop the game in fright. My fingers were twitching and tingling! What was that? The screen flashed as it hit the bed, and when I looked down there were at least three tile spaces between Natsuko and my player sprite. My character was facing her.

But Natsuko no longer regarded my trainer. Instead, she was facing the screen. She was facing me. "Natsuko says to go wash your hands! She doesn't want to get sick!" I was floored. How...how did the game know I was ill? No, scratch that-how did Natsuko know that I had coughed into my hands?

That jolt...was that her...? No way. No effing way. Without me touching anything, the image changed, to a regular shot of Gardevoir, as if it were the evolution screen, and she'd just transformed. Again, her expression looked unhappy. A new text box popped up. "You'll do this for Natsuko, won't you?" A YES/NO box appeared above it. I found myself saying yes without realizing it, and the option was selected. Now Natsuko's sprite looked happy. "Thank you, Vivica!" was what the new box said before the screen returned to normal.

What else could I do? I stood up, and managed to drag myself to the bathroom, in order to scrub my hands raw with soap and water. I said I'd do it, so...

Things just kept getting weirder from there.

By now, even my hands-off family had noticed that something was up. My Mom actually made me soup, and brought it to my room. As I was about to eat, enjoying the warmth in my grasp, a noise sounded from my game, indicating a new message. I peered over, wondering what I'd done now.

"Natsuko is hungry...will you feed her your soup?"

What. The hell. Now this game was asking for my food. It wasn't that I didn't want to share, just...this stuff wasn't supposed to be happening! I know the newer games are more interactive, but not like this! Who the heck designed this, some loony who was into Tamagotchis or Furbys? How was I supposed to feed a virtual creature real food, anyway?

But again, as if being controlled by another, I found myself raising a spoonful of soup towards the game screen, the console lying open upon my desk. The sound for the Pokemon Center healing machine played, and the screen flashed again. Another box. "It's yummy! More, please!" Since Natsuko seemed to be a germ freak, I dipped the untouched spoonful back into the bowl, and held up a fresh one. This continued on for quite a few minutes, and with each 'bite' she took, that same music would play, accompanied by a response.

"So good! More, please!"

"Natsuko was so hungry...give her more!"

"The soup is warm and filling! More, please!"

Eventually, a message popped up stating "Natsuko is full now. Thank you, Vivica!" At last, I could finally eat my food in peace. At least the soup had cooled down some by this point. By now, I really wanted to find out what was going on here. No matter how freaky things were getting, I refused to believe that this was going to be anything like one of those blasted scary gaming stories. There had to be an explanation. It was a special mode, a glitch, a beta version, a hack, anything! After I finished eating, I forced myself to the computer, to try and research what was going on.

Or, I would have, if I could've found anything.

None of the fact pages, walkthrough guides, forums, mentioned anything about what I'd been experiencing. And unfortunately, I didn't have the guts to post anything asking for help. Call me a coward, I blame it on my nature and sickness; right now, I really didn't want to be harassed by people online throwing insults and accusing me of fabricating the whole thing. To be honest though, I was kinda expecting there wouldn't be any answers, because really-a game that interacts while you're eating? That's a bit of a stretch there, isn't it?

Once again, I was forced to face that single statement: this was all starting to sound like one of the many creepypastas I'd stumbled upon before finally getting too creeped out to continue...but I couldn't give in. Even if I'd have to tackle it alone, whatever I was dealing with here. Nobody else could help me, and like I said before, I doubted anyone would ever actually believe me even-no, especially if I shared details.

Now, the question was: what would the game respond to next? I'd just have to wait, wouldn't I? I wasn't so stupid as to poke a sleeping dragon in the eye. Nothing good ever came of that. Which meant I just had to keep playing until I accidentally triggered something else-or until Natsuko decided she was ready to startle me again.

Actually, that didn't sound like much of an alternative, either.

Probably by this point, I should've considered this whole thing a giant loss, and chucked the game out before any further damage could be caused. Or even tried to release Natsuko. That could've solved everything. But for the life of me, I could not stop playing. It's stupid, I know, but I am a stubborn bitch. And I'm too curious for my own good. I am not proud of this fact; I'm laying it bare for all to see, so you don't make the same mistakes as me.

My mindset wouldn't shut off: I had to keep going, keep playing this accursed game, all for Natsuko. Nothing else even mattered anymore, only her. What was so damned important that she had to...warp my game play, warp me, just to share?

This thought remained on my mind as, for the first time in a long time, I attempted to lie down, if only to clear my head. I couldn't close the game, so I had it open on the bed beside me. But that meant I had to make sure I didn't accidentally lean too far over and smash it. Even if Natsuko hadn't been pulling the stunts she was, that still wouldn't be good.

"Whoa-!" I must've been far more unbalanced than I'd first thought, what from the cold and lack of proper care on my end. Before I could steady myself, I had fallen over, cracking my head against the desk corner. It hurt, badly. The room was spinning, and so was my vision. The headache I'd been suffering from was now at the top of my concerns, as my forehead was throbbing and helping to aggravate it further. And I still couldn't breathe very well.

It took a few moments of drifting in and out of focus to determine that there was no blood, just a nasty bump. At least, it didn't seem like it. Maybe I had just missed it with my fingertips. Following that, I managed to pull myself back up and onto the bed, without any more disruptions. Now I had an excuse to lie down. If Natsuko wanted me to continue playing with her, she could allow me this bit of respite. I had earned it with the swollen bruise that was sure to have formed on my noggin.

A few more moments of trying not to focus on the pain of my injury or being sick, while the faint tones of the Pokemon Center wafted into my half-plugged hearing. My sprite would just be standing there in the corner, with Natsuko beside her. I heard a faint 'ding', indicating a new message. I didn't get up to read it. It could wait. Just this once, please...my head needed the comfort of a soft pillow beneath it. My Trainer would address her as soon as I felt a smidgen better. That would be enough.

Then, the second blow.

Every time Natsuko had responded to me in-game, she called me 'Vivica'.

But in the game, I had named myself 'Kira'.

So, not only could she see I was sick, and that I had food...

...she knew who I was, behind the game. She knew my name. Did that mean...she could still see me, even now? Even though I had placed the game aside? Pain or not, I could feel the fear begin to rise in my chest. I sat up a bit quicker than I had intended to, but ignored the wooziness this time around, about to take another look at my discarded game.

Suddenly, a high-pitched, girlish giggling filled my room. I froze. Even though I had never heard this voice before, it filled me with a sense of dread. Whoever this voice belonged to, I didn't want to find out. For the first time, I left my game willingly, and ran-erm, shuffled for the door. My hands fumbled with the knob.

It was locked. My own door was locked on me. When had this happened? I hadn't done this.

"Oh, Vi-vi-ca..." That sing-song voice, drifting lazily into my hearing. This time, it didn't fill the entire room. It was concentrated in one area, and that was...on my bed, where the game still lay...

The machine was now hovering above my bed. I nearly pissed myself then and there in fright. It was freaking levitating! The screens were a blinding white shade, almost as if the sun itself were shining out of the two halves. It hurt to look at, and I was tired of pain, so I had to peer through squinting eyes. In narrowed awe, I watched as a black spot appeared in the center of the bottom one, gradually growing bigger. By the time it had stretched into the second screen, I knew what it was. It was a figure. One that was slowly reaching up, over its head...and then out, with a loud crack, through the plastic glass.

My awe quickly returned to horror.

As scratchy and thick as my voice was with phlegm, I was yelling my head off as best I could. "Help! HELP! Somebody, please, please-help me!" I was wobbly, pounding on the door and yanking, twisting the doorknob, but to no avail. Nothing would give. In a panic, I wound up whirling around, to look once again at the glowing game device, as more cracking and crackling reached my ears.

This time, the figure was halfway out, glowing with its features illuminated for me to see-and curse fitfully inside my head as I drank in the details. I wouldn't have expected it to be this big-easily half my height, right there. And for a girl, I'm considered just a little bit on the tall side. There was much rushing energy, with a bright blue electrical current crackling about them. A pale purple hue pulsed like a living outline around their body.

Deep inside of me was an unspoken admission. I knew the name that was resting on my tongue, daring me to say it aloud. And maybe, I could even utter the moniker that I'd given them. But I didn't want to deal with the facts; didn't want to face up to the monster I had created.

By this time, I had slumped down against the door, my frantic flailing reduced to a feeble series of slaps. My cries were pitiful now; I had drained my resources for the time being. Once again, I needed to catch my breath. Goddamn it, my head was killing me! I looked back one last time-and saw just who had me cornered in my room.

It was a Gardevoir. I really wish I was making this up. You know, as a kid, you think to yourself how you'd react to your favorite fantasy of the moment coming true? For me, it would've been becoming a Pokemon Master, or having my first real Pokemon. I would imagine myself all wide-eyed and excited, eager to start my new adventure, whatever it may be.

In reality, I was terrified. It was nothing like the happy little daydreams I had conjured up. I was sweating bullets, my heart pounding as my mind struggled to reconcile that one fact: Pokemon are not real. So why was one standing in the center of my bedroom?!

The creature took a step forwards. I stood up on trembling legs, pressing myself back up against the door. I didn't know what she wanted, but I was certain I didn't want her to touch me. Didn't want her coming anywhere near me. But that door just wouldn't unlock. Soon enough, she was less than a foot away. I was practically pinned.

She was smiling, and there was a strange light dancing in her slightly angled, round red eyes. But that joy she held...it wasn't any sort of happiness I would like to encourage. Her expression reminded me of a little girl who'd just murdered the entire neighborhood, and wanted it to be 'our little secret'. Something like that.

Her white dress billowed and flowed, as she extended one long, slender green arm, to rest her hand against the door beside my head. She tilted hers as she studied me. "Hello, Vivica...it's really wonderful to be here. Natsuko must thank you, for all you've done." Her mouth wasn't moving, I could see that much. But I could still hear her, clear as day. She was a Psychic type; it wasn't necessary to always communicate verbally. She leaned a little closer, and I didn't enjoy how close her lips were to mine. Almost as if she were aiming for that...

"All Pokemon have a dream. To not just be A number one, but to be THE number one-the favorite on their Trainer's hearts. But my dream extends far beyond that. I'm not stupid, you know." Her eyes darted to and fro, as if rapidly scanning her surroundings. My room. "They don't know, but I do...that our world is just a tiny speck, compared to the one it's contained in. We pass through the hands of what are known as Semi-Gods: those who take form of a random vessel in our world, but from another realm. One far more advanced than our own." She smirked. "That would be you, and this universe."

This time, she stepped back, to give herself some room. She twirled in a perfect circle, just like a ballerina. I was transfixed and horrified by her actions and what she was telling me. "When a Semi-God forms a close bond with a Pokemon, and if enough energy is created, portals can open. Portals to this world, from ours. And, if we are blessed with the knowledge of awareness, we can become more than what we are. We can become truly real, no longer constrained by the rules of that simple cartridge!"

She laughed then, a wicked little giggle. The door behind me gave way unexpectedly, and I nearly tumbled through. It could've only been by her doing. But I didn't care. Dizzy as I was, I scrambled down the hall, desperate to find someone, anyone who could help me find a way out of this. If they didn't believe me, I'd make them believe. Somehow.

As I stumbled, my feet thudding against the hardwood, I could hear her behind me. I didn't see her, but I could hear her voice, like she were speaking directly into my ear. "Go on...see how your world gives way so easily to my will..."

I reached my brother's room first. I threw open the door, practically crying. "John, you gotta help me, I-"

But the last words died in a pained gurgle, forever trapped in my throat, as I laid eyes on the body of my brother, in a spray of blood. He was lying on his back, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Something-oh God, was that an...an intestine?! It was rising out from inside, passing his lips like a fleshy snake. It wrapped around his throat once and tightened, though there was already a massive hole in his chest, right where his heart should've been. He was already dead. This was just for show. For show.

"Fucking-!" I had to cover my mouth, retching onto the floor outside as I suddenly heard crashing and banging from downstairs, followed by a series of garbled screams. The alarm began to blare, and the scent of smoke was in the air. I rushed down, praying to whatever entity could hear me that there was at least one person in my family left alive.

My prayers went unanswered. I reached the living room first.

Dad was on the couch-or at least, I think it was Dad. There was an overturned ashtray nearby, and a torn up paper. He must've been right in the middle of reading it while having a few drags. The mass on the couch...

...it was nothing but a smoldering, blackened human-shaped stain, the majority of it burned away, revealing muscle and bone beneath through the flickering flames. Up close, I could smell the charred meat, and my stomach lurched once more. As I panted on the floor, palms and knees pressed into the carpet, I noticed that the flames seemed to be self-contained; they didn't travel any further than the burning man before me. Had he...spontaneously combusted? Or had he been burned alive like a living cigarette with one of his own...?!

"Mom!" At this hour, I knew she'd be in the kitchen. But I didn't even know if she could still hear me. All that greeted me was the sound of a whirring motor. That couldn't be good.

By this point, I was scared shitless, and I'd already run headfirst into two gruesome scenes. I wasn't making the same mistake with this one. That's how I was able to surmise that one of the blades or something on her cooking machines had come off and...or maybe all the cutlery had flown out of their holder by the sink and...I didn't stick around very long to determine the source of the thick blood stains, splashed upon the walls, or where all the sharp odds and ends had landed throughout the scene. Or what those gruesome meat-hued chunks were scattered about the floor. It was just too much to take.

My stomach was seriously considering staging a revolt, and I had to cover my mouth once more as I staggered back outside. Natsuko was waiting for me in the parlor, arms spread wide as she did another little twirl. For a germ freak, she seemed to have no problem with gore. What an idiosyncrasy. "See? See what I can do? All of them, gone-just like that! It wasn't hard at all, I mean...you did give me the powers to pull this off." She was smiling at me. It was almost...flirtatious??

I felt my legs beginning to shake again, and my skin was prickling horribly with goosebumps. This time she actually did back me up against the wall. Her lips were right by my ear.

"See how easy it is...to take everything away? What I can do...if I were to lose you, Vivica..."

She leaned back, and gave me one last cutely deranged smile. "And that's just the beginning of our fun! I promise...I promise!" Her voice ended on a shrill note, the loudest I'd heard her so far. It seemed almost-unlike her? The room was spinning. Then, she lunged for my face.

And I woke up.

I swear, that is exactly how it happened. One moment, I'm pinned by a batshit crazy Pokemon in my own house, with my dead family scattered around me. The next, I find myself in the hospital, in a bed, hooked up to all these monitors and the like, with my family and a nurse staring at me like I'd just risen from the dead.

It took a few moments for my senses to fully return to me, or enough so to form any coherent sort of thought. Was it all...just a dream? It had felt so. Real. Even my head was hurting! I could feel a dull throb underneath the heavy cloth wrapped around it.

Wait, what??

My mother was the first to speak. "Vivica! Thank goodness!" She wanted to hug me, for once. But the nurse stopped her, saying it wasn't good to excite me. My father was saying something under his breath, most likely a "Praise the Lord." My brother nodded at me, saying "Welcome back. We were wondering when you'd wake up."

"You were out for three days. You were feverish, and collapsed in your house, striking your head on a hard surface. Your family was out at the time." The nurse gave me a strange look. "If your girlfriend hadn't shown up when she did, you might not have made it. You should be thankful to have someone like that looking out for you, though I don't agree with all the sneaking around."

Now wait just a minute here..."G-Girlfriend?" What fresh hell was this? I didn't have a girlfriend. Hell, as far as I knew, I didn't even have a sexuality yet! I'd never dated!

"That's right!" My mother straightened up, and gave me a stern look. "When you're feeling better, we're going to have a good, long talk about keeping secrets, and bringing people over when nobody's at home...but until then, why don't you two catch up?" She turned around, and motioned to a fifth figure, who was standing by the window. Their back was turned, but I already knew who was waiting for me as she gave a little half-twirl.

White dress, and a green coat. My green coat, to be exact. A red-orange triangular pendant, dangling around her thin neck. Short, vibrant lime hair that framed her pale face, with two white wing tipped barrettes. Wide, burgundy eyes that flashed blood-red for just a moment in the fluorescent lighting. That wicked little smile.

"N-Natsuko...?!"

"Oh, Vivica!" Her expression immediately became one of overwrought concern, as she rushed to my side. Before the nurse could stop her, she had thrown her arms around me, and was weeping dramatically into my neck. I couldn't push her away, couldn't say a thing as she continued to smother me. This monster with a human mask.

"You hadn't been around for so-so long, and I-I got worried about you! I tried calling, b-but no one answered...so I came over, and found the door unlocked! You were unconscious! I h-had to call the police, to send an ambulance!" She looked up at my family, looking for all the world like a put-upon puppy. "I-I know Vivica hasn't...hasn't said anything about us yet, but please-I love her, a-and I would never do anything to hurt her! This...this has truly frightened me! I only want her to be safe!"

My parents nodded, before heading for the door with my brother. The nurse had already left. "Well, we're just glad you're okay. You should be able to leave in a few days, and we'll be back to visit again and take you home. And when we're not here, you have Natsuko to look after you."

My mother gave her a little bow, trying to be polite. "Thank you, for taking care of our daughter." She returned the gesture, and closed the door behind them. Once done, she let out a sigh, and returned her attention to me. I refused to look her in the eye, but she simply marched over, and forced me to look up at her.

"So? What do you think?" For a brief moment, there was static, and the image of a Gardevoir flashed over her, before returning to 'normal', whatever that was-the same quirky green-haired girl. "I clean up really well, don't I?"

"Why are you doing this?" I was too tired to fight, and at this point, I couldn't even be sure what was and wasn't real anymore. I had no idea what to fear. "I thought you were going to kill me. You killed my family. What is this, some sort of dream-state?"

She giggled, and sat down upon my bed. "No, no this is quite real. And so am I." She brushed some of the hair away from my eyes. "This is what I wanted, after all."

"What, to date me? To traumatize me and then ask me out in a hospital? To make my family think I'm gay? How can you look like that, anyway? What's with the cover up? Why did any of this have to happen?!" I was frustrated, pounding my fist against the bed. Natsuko tsked, and held my hand in hers.

"No, nothing superficial like that...I simply wanted to be with you. Forever." Her eyes locked with mine. There was an unusual sincerity exuding from them, and I wasn't sure how I was supposed to feel about any of this. "But my world is quite constrained, even more so than you believe your world to be. Your world offers far more than mine ever could, and I wished to experience it all, now that I knew it was there to do so with. I wanted to be free, and to spend my eternity with the one who raised me up to my full potential. The one who loves me is a woman, Vivica..."

She leaned in, to brush her lips over my forehead. I said nothing. I felt nothing, or tried not to, anyway. "Vivica has the hardest time taking care of herself. Before you met me, you had nobody-without me, your family wouldn't have even known there was anything truly wrong. You would've been passed out, locked in my fantasy until..."

"Until death." That was the shortest answer.

"Well no, until I found some other way to fix you. But this way works perfectly, and I'd much rather things stay like this!" She stood up, and twirled around once more. "With my powers, no one will ever know I'm not human. And I can take care of you!" She smirked at me. "Vivica spent so long raising Natsuko, trying to build her up and protect her from the world. Natsuko was Vivica's greatest triumph. Once, Natsuko was a pet. But now, it's the other way around. This time, Natsuko will raise Vivica." Her smirk had become a full-on devious grin. I looked at her sharply.

"And if I refuse to go along with your plot?" Her smile faltered slightly, as she carefully strode back over to me.

"Remember that little vision I showed you?" Her teeth seemed sharper now, longer...I watched as the purple energy collected in her hands. "I'll make it a reality-and not just for them, but the rest of the world, too. Then it'll just be me and Vivica. Together forever. Nobody will bother us-I'll kill them first." She was speaking in that childishly sing-song manner again. It just made her all the more creepy to look at. Like she truly had the mentality of a spoiled little girl, who didn't understand-or care to-the weight of such concepts like death and extinction. Extermination.

I swallowed hard. This was tough. It was really tough. And it made no sense. But there was no other dream to wake up from now; somehow or other, this was my reality. I couldn't believe I was really going through with this, but..."So, if I follow along with your plan, you won't...hurt anyone?"

Natsuko looked at me in innocent, wide-eyed wonder. "No, why ever would I have to? As long as I have Vivica, I'll be happy. Always happy. Natsuko will never let her go..." She started humming to herself, a tune I recognized from one of the games. Was it...the Burned Tower theme?

So this was my life then, eh? In the name of all the people of this world, who had no idea what Natsuko was capable of, or what I had unleashed on them unwittingly...and my parents who, while not very active in my affairs, most likely wanted me safe.

"Natsuko, I...I accept your terms." As soon as I said that, I felt a heavy weight leave my body...almost as if my will itself had slipped away...and I fell asleep once more.

…...

That's it, then. The whole story.

Oh, what's that? You want to know what happened afterwards? Well...

Not much, actually. Natsuko kept up her facade of being some newcomer to town, though she relished her role as my girlfriend. I have no idea where she was hiding during all this time, but it must've been somewhere nearby, so she could keep an eye on me, pestering me no matter where I went. Eventually, I got used to it. After all, what could I really say to the girl who could level a city in the blink of an eye?

Most of the townsfolk, and my classmates, when I used to see them, never really said anything. Guess we were lucky not to come across vocal homophobes or something. I don't really think Natsuko understands anything about sexuality though-she wanted to be with me, that was it. End of story. I didn't even get a say.

Though, that one part did change, after a couple years in adulthood...and not willingly, either...

Upon graduating, she insisted that I come move out with her. No, not insisted-she showed up one day with a box she'd gotten from who knows where, made me shove a few clothes and official articles inside, and whisked me off on the bus. I guess while wandering around, she must've figured out about them...though I was the one who wound up shelling out the fare. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye, but it was probably better that way. I had nothing to linger on.

With her powers, it was easy to get a little home, where she hid me away from the rest of the world. 'Little home' was an understatement; this hole in the wall rattrap apartment barely fit the two of us, and it was falling apart in places. But it was too risky to try for something better, even if she wanted to-the setting had grated on Natsuko's neat side. She hadn't even stepped out into the human world, really, how the heck would she pay for all the extras? I didn't even know how she'd gotten hold of what she had in the first place.

One sickly colored room and a dingy bathroom, but it was better than nothing. She found a secondhand microwave from somewhere, but it didn't always work right, or cook food fully (when we had some to cook).

The setting didn't really matter to me-I barely made it through the rest of my last year in high school, what with how much I missed thanks to my hospital stay and the days following that when I just couldn't get out of bed. My mind and body never did work the same after that. I was slower, and much weaker. I don't think it was all physical damage, though. A good part of it was my mental state. The hang-ups I'd had previously were now in overdrive, thanks to the situation I'd wound up in.

But either way, I wouldn't have been able to get a job, or continue in college. I was too broken. And Natsuko gets crazy-jealous; if I had made any friends out there, she would've tried to do away with them, as well. It was better this way. I couldn't fight back, and if I did something stupid, she'd retaliate. All I had to do was avoid stupidity...which basically meant surrender. Funny how that works.

I haven't played a video game since she invaded my life. I wonder if they still make Pokemon. Probably, it was pretty popular. And it hasn't been that long since that version came out. It just feels that way. Natsuko won't allow any mention of it in the house, though-Pokemon, I mean. She's trying to erase her past completely. That's fine by me, I can't stop her anyway even if I did care. It feels like its been so long since the day I left. But it's only been a few years. Still, I haven't seen anything of the outside world in so long...the day that I first stepped foot into this prison.

My family haven't tried to keep in touch with me. Maybe it was because I wound up in this situation: needing to be taken care of, and then becoming shacked up with a girl-well, Pokemon technically, but would that really be any better of a scenario? I was still being judged, it was still messy. It's fine by me, whatever-John always was the favorite, as the firstborn boy and all. I didn't mind slipping into the shadows and letting them forget my existence. Not when I knew the truth of the situation.

If they had tried to contact me, I wouldn't have been able to answer anyway. She'd never let me. I wonder where they all are now, though...John was interested in electronics, so he'd gone to a technical college after getting his diploma. He'd also mentioned seeing someone. They may've become something more serious by now, or perhaps they'd broken up. Dad was starting to look forward to retirement, and Mom hadn't liked the house we were at. She'd talked about moving, possibly after she and him were free of both work and kids. Perhaps they actually managed it. Maybe if I were to go back to that little house, I'd find a completely new set of faces living there, or nobody at all. Really, anything's possible in three year's time.

Natsuko comes and goes, though usually, she doesn't stay for very long. Not like before, when I was still at my old home. She'd visit me every. Single. Day. And keep me up late, as well. Talking about any damn thing that came to mind. She's really gotten into using her human form-it's like she's forgotten completely about ever having lived in that pixelated world.

It's almost as if she has two faces...the one she shows to the world, and the other that only I have seen.

But now, she's always out, trying to procure...new supplies, for the both of us. And make enough money to pay for all we require. Things are rather sparse here. I don't usually eat, especially since I never learned how to really cook much. I can make rice, cookies, and toast, and heat things up in the microwave. But we only have one of those options on hand right now. It's been that way for...as long as I can recall. My head...and my stomach. I'm so hungry...it's been four days, three nights since my last meal. Oh, I can count that far back too, hooray for me.

And we've lost our electricity and water a few times, as well. No water to drink, no way to use the toilet or shower. I've gotten used to not showering regularly by this point, but Natsuko...that was another story. It was bad enough where we were to begin with, but this? An angered Gardevoir with germ freak tendencies, who wants to destroy everything out of frustration at being unable to wash her hands-that's always a hoot and a half to deal with. Yeah, no power-that did us real good too, taking away our microwave. It didn't matter much though, we just switched to eating out of unheated cans for a while.

There's a TV and a radio, also secondhand, but they don't catch anything. I'm not sure if it's because of where we live, or the age of the appliances, or even if this is Natsuko's Psychic abilities at work. Oh well, it's not a loss. I never watched or listened to much of what was on. As the years went by, it had all gone downhill pretty quickly, so I knew I wasn't missing a thing.

Ultimately, what I yearned for the most were the lights. At night, the shadows really like to screw around with you and play tricks with your eyes...particularly when you're starving and lonely and suffering the aftereffects of a bad accident.

I've seen myself in the mirror a few times. My hair's grown quite a bit. I need to cut it again. I can't do it myself, though. I'll have to ask Natsuko. She takes care of these things, when she can. The rest...she can't really help. There are terribly dark circles under my eyes, even with all the time I spend curled up in bed. The eyes themselves are sunken in, and my pallor is sickly. When I lift my shirt, I can see the bones jutting out from beneath the skin. And don't get me started...on bathroom habits.

But it doesn't matter. I can't even begin to care that I look and feel like the living dead-it's not like I have anyone to impress. I'm not going anywhere. I'm going nowhere fast.

Natsuko tries to keep me company when she's not working-whatever it is she does, she won't tell me, I don't even know what sort of work a Pokemon pseudo-human could find in this world. For all I know, she's robbing people blind. She restocks the food as best she can, pays whatever we need when she's got the payments, and talks to me. Cuddles, too. She's quite clingy. Whenever she's around, I never forget she's there. Still, I don't mind. She's all I need. Though the room is pretty lonely...when she's not around...

Really lonely, actually...it kinda hurts, now that I think about it. Heh, almost like...I miss her...

And I can't leave. I can never leave. She's done something to the door; it's like there's a barrier in place. Same with our lone window, and it's been painted over with black, too. It was like that before we arrived. Nice view, huh? But I'd still be nuts if I tried to get out that way. It's a six story drop. Curse those Psychic powers of hers, I can't break them down. If we ever have a fire, I'm shit out of luck.

I haven't had a checkup in ages. It's getting harder to see...harder to hear. My body hurts more these days. I have t-trouble breathing. It feels like everything is falling apart. I guess I have to wait until N-Natsuko comes back, and ask her to try and...and fix it. But I don't mind. I can't do anything without her. Really, I don't know h-how I got by without her. Such a nice girl...Pokemon. Girl.

Maybe one day, when I'm better, we can go out, a-and enjoy some nice weather. I haven't been out and about for so long. I can talk it over with her...just out in the front, the two of us. That's not...scary at all. Maybe I'll crumble to dust under the sun? Oh no, that is scary. No, no-Natsuko wouldn't let that happen. She'll always be there to watch out for me.

When we train Pokemon, they put their t-trust in us, to raise them properly, and we in turn, trust them to give us companionship and l-love. Trust...your companions...

Love...and trust...

I trust Natsuko. I love Natsuko? And Natsuko...

Trusts me...
:iconbrokenheartplz: And a happy Valentine's Day to you, too! :iconrimshotplz: Just what the holiday needs, am I right? More PokePasta!

So. This is the...sixth PokePasta I'm submitting, the fifth new universe. It's not an in-world tale, it's an in-game story, like 'Angry Johnny'. And the star of this freak show...is our beloved Natsuko.

Before I continue any further: everything in that story, up to a certain point, is true. Everything before the bit w/using the Pokewalker? It actually happened. I have Natsuko in my SoulSilver game, I caught her and named her exactly like that, the training too, and the haircuts-even the message I got from the woman who checks friendship. But after the PW [I haven't used mine since 2010 ^^;]? Yeah, pasta and creative license all the way.

And that creepypasta Vivica read about the abused Gardevoir taking revenge? Yes, that's a real story. I can't remember the title, but IIRC, I think it was on the fyeahpokemoncreepypasta tumblr. It really did stick w/me. I :heart: it. And it is the reason why I caught Natsuko in the first place, so I could have a Gardevoir of my own to luff [and make up for the crappy Trainer in the story]. I only wish I'd bookmarked the tale now. :( If anyone knows the title, and/or who to credit, I'll be more than happy to add it in.

GDI, I know this story is less shock horror, and more along the lines of "if we're going over the edge, then we're gonna make it BIG, and go all the way!" I didn't even see that ending coming. It may not seem to be the worst, but...just think about it. Really think about it. There's a very unsettling layer underneath the surface, even more so than "oh, domestic home bliss w/a Pokemon?!" 

But I...I really like Natsuko. She's prolly my second fave PastaMon I've created, next to Yurei. She's also the first female antagonist I've created, and she has a personality all her own. I tried not to make her too repetitive, as far as psycho 'Mons go; she's less into the gore and more just into fucking w/your head to get her way. But she's not incapable of getting her hands dirty, she just chooses not to [i.e, not killing anybody], most of the time. [Unlike certain others...]

I also tried to keep her from going into "HAHAHAHAHA LOVE ME!" mode. She's not a screamer [:XD:], and she doesn't want 'love', so much as she wants control. Power. [To her, that's what love consists of...] And the germ fanaticism. Can't forget that. I wonder...maybe she didn't react to the blood the first time around, b/c it was a dream sequence? Or she doesn't consider gore disgusting, her standards are weird...:XD:

Also: hello imaginative fantasies of how Pokemon could possibly come to our world through games [though obv. by this point everyone knows this shit ain't real, but hopefully they're still scared, for as long as they're reading]!

I was thinking of writing a sequel to this; a tale entirely from Natsuko's POV, that would continue from the point of and well after she and Vivica were holed up together. I want to take a chance to really flesh out that part of the story this time around, and prove that it's creepy. IDK, we'll see if the muse comes to me. [I have the ending thought up, at least. Now I just need the rest of it :meow:]

All feedback is welcomed and appreciated. If you like this, then yay. If not, oh well, I tried. As long as someone gets some sort of enjoyment out of this, I'll be happy. :aww: And if you do like this story, why not go check out the cover art for it? Link's just below this!

Take care, everyone! And apologies for abusing the brackets/rambling. []

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Other PokePastas:
:bulletred: Eye Of The Beholder (pt 1) alchemistkira6.deviantart.com/…
:bulletred: Eye Of The Beholder (pt 2) alchemistkira6.deviantart.com/…
:bulletblue: Angry Johnny alchemistkira6.deviantart.com/…
:bulletgreen: Grim Grinning Ghosts alchemistkira6.deviantart.com/…
:bulletyellow: No City Of Angels alchemistkira6.deviantart.com/…
:bulletorange: The Red alchemistkira6.deviantart.com/…
:bulletpurple: Sweater Weather alchemistkira6.deviantart.com/…

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:bulletred: Eye Of The Beholder Cover Art alchemistkira6.deviantart.com/…
:bulletblue: Grim Grinning Ghosts Fanart alchemistkira6.deviantart.com/…
:bulletgreen: The Red Fanart alchemistkira6.deviantart.com/…

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Oh. My. God. I can't even BEGIN to tell you how AMAZING that was. At the end, with Vivica finally beginning to slip into the delusional insanity and trust for Natsuko, in her weary state of body and mind, there were no other "comforting presences" (Natsuko made sure of that, she anticipated the end result) besides Natsuko, so Natsuko became the trusted one, and the best parts were in the beginning and middle, where she shows excessive doubts about creepypasta and shows she doesn't like it at all, then tries convincing herself it isn't like that, all while trying to keep up her facade. Oh, and one more thing: I LOVED the Gardevoir coming out of the game, because that is THE SINGLE MOST realistic version of what I think that would look like I have EVER seen. Congrats and AMAZING FABULOUS JOB. A llama for ju.