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« on: 11:19:51 PM 02/16/17 »
(Hey all. First time posting on here. Apparently DP read this story on Dead SRS nearly 2 months ago and I completely missed it when it was released. I figured that after fixing up some of the grammar and such, I would toss it out into the ether since DP's video is the only way it has been publicly released. This is my first attempt at writing a Creepypasta and the first short story I've written in about 4 years, so I'm sure there's lots of room for improvement.)

   I’m not one to make rambly posts, but I’m at a loss and I gotta get my thoughts out somehow. Where do I start? The game? The message? The accident? Whatever, I’ll get to all of it. I haven’t touched a Gameboy since elementary school, but the Pokemon Go fad sparked my interest enough to revisit some childhood memories.

The Gameboy didn’t work at first. The problem was obvious: the inside of it was a crime scene of some unfortunate battery who was sitting in a pool of its own acid that had long ago solidified into a white crust. Luckily, that’s pretty much one of the easiest tech fixes known to man, so it was easy enough to clean up.
With pristine batteries and a ratty Pokemon Yellow cartridge locked and loaded into the handheld portal of childhood escapism, I prepared to be the best like no one ever was. A wonderfully familiar jingle played through the speakers. I probably thought some wistful shit like, “they don’t make ‘em like that anymore.” I swear, you touch anything you used to remember and you act like you’re fucking 70.

Originally, my plan was to start a new game and re-experience the authentic Pokemon experience from the beginning. Unfortunately, my previous save data tempted me with the promise of being a precious time capsule that I hadn’t realized I buried. At first, that didn’t really pan out. All I got to look at were things like how many Pokemon I caught and what stupid nicknames I had given them. For whatever the reason, my sparkly eyes wandered through the item menu and found an item called “SOS.” Selecting it brought up a message which read, “I’m still here. Beat the Elite Four. You can save me - Kevin.”

Now you may wonder to yourself, “Who is Kevin?” That name probably doesn’t mean much to you, but Kevin was a close friend of mine who got hit by a car during our sophomore year of high school. We had known each other since first grade and he always knew how to make people laugh. Death never seems to come out of nowhere and take away the people that you want out of your life. It always seems to arrive with vindictive spite and remove the people who make the world a better place. You may also think to yourself, “Just because the name Kevin is there doesn’t necessarily mean they’re related.” After the initial shock of reading that cryptic message, that’s the exact thought I used to talk myself down.
 
My mind was torn between two different thoughts. On one hand, this could be a freak coincidence of sorts and I should dismiss it entirely. On the other hand, if I was being presented with an opportunity to bring one of my best friends back to life, what kind of fool would I be to turn away? In hindsight, I can now say that it would have made more sense to follow the message while maintaining a healthy amount of skepticism. However, the bizarreness and tension of the situation just found a way to completely steal that logical thought from me; I was playing the game within 5 minutes.

I told this story to two other people and I when I got this far I was presented with a lot of questions. These included things like, “How far were you into the game?” “Was any other dialogue altered?” “What happened in Lavender Town?” “Which Pokemon were you using?” and “What was your Rival’s name?” Look guys, I hardly remember this game. I don’t keep tabs of what people said, I don’t remember which place was Lavender Town, and I didn’t think that my Pokemon or Rival were what was interesting or relevant here. Then I was asked, “Why didn’t you just look up a walkthrough to see what lined up?” Evidently, I’m an idiot and I don’t need the the rest of you to tell me what I already know. Moving on now.

As I said, my memory of the actual gameplay was fuzzy. Despite that, I was incredibly focused on what I was doing. I think that’s what people call a trance. It’s just like when you’re driving by yourself and you know damn well that you were focused on the road, but recounting the details of the trip itself is nearly impossible once you’ve reached your destination. Before I knew it, 5 hours had passed. My eyes hurt and I needed to take a break so I started to save the game.

Why was the screen blank? I didn’t hit the power switch. It was still in the on position. I flicked it up and down a few times. Nothing happened. I took out the cartridge and blew into it. I tried turning it on again. Still nothing. Panic was starting to overtake me as I opened up the battery compartment. The battery was leaking a fresh, bubbling, obscene-looking acid. Son of a bitch...

A little later, I cleaned up the mess and went back to my quest. Rather, I tried to. Apparently, turning off the system in the middle of a save corrupts your save data. It was all gone. There’s no info on the internet about an SOS item in Pokemon Yellow. I started another playthrough of the game looking for a sign that something might have still been there. Eventually, I got to the end and beat the Elite Four. There was no divine intervention, no confirmation of the message, and no proof that there may have been any in the first place. I don’t know if I’ll ever go a day without thinking about what may have happened if the data hadn’t been lost and what else may also be forever unsavable.     
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« Reply #1 on: 12:24:17 AM 02/17/17 »
This is pretty good work considering its your first short horror story. It's well written and I can see the resemblance to a DP ashcan story.

My name is John, btw. I'm one of the content managers here on the website and it looks like this was your first post. Please feel free to contact me here if you have any questions. We also have a discord that I'm regularly on that you can join to meet some other creators. Let me know what you think about the website and ways to improve.

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« Reply #2 on: 12:38:17 AM 02/17/17 »
Thanks, man! Nice to meet you. I appreciate the kind words.

I actually jumped in the Discord chat once, but I kinda have this fantastic tendency to fall off the face of the Earth so I never really appeared again. I'll try to drop by sometime. I'm pretty excited to read the material by the community that UCA talks so highly of and I plan on writing a bit more whenever I have time to.
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« Reply #3 on: 12:40:54 AM 02/17/17 »
Nice, good to hear man!
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