PokePastas (Pokemon Pastas)

PokePastas (Pokemon Pastas)

I OWN NONE OF THESE!!!! SOME NEED WARNINGS I SUPPOSE!!!! LIKE NSFW!!!! PROBABLY NOT THOUGH!!! OK, so I've decided to list a bunch of my favorite PokePastas that I thought deserved to be popular or something or were just awsome. I own 0 of these as in N0NE. I'm sorry but I won't list the links or creators bc I forgot to write 'em down and shiz. Also most of these have bad language and slight gore. :3 ENJOY!! :D

published on June 01, 2013not completed

Gold's Time of Dying

(This is such a sad story. It's aparently "Lost Silver" but in Gold's- Lost Silver's- Point of view or POV. ENJOY this... sad story.)

Dying…

I am dying…

Please don’t leave me alone…

I want…one more chance with life…

Don’t worry…

I’LL TAKE CARE OF YOU.

“Where am I…” Gold mumbled as he opened his eyes. There were five Unown dancing around him and laughing gleefully. The trainer bolted to his feet and stared at the five alphabet pokemon, wondering what they were so gleeful about.

L

E

A

V

E

“Leave?” Gold mumbled. He looked around, searching for an exit, but there didn’t seem to be any. With a shock, he realized he was not at home. This place was unlike any area he had ever seen before. He was fenced inside a large square with a tall pillar in the center. The Unown began to circle him, taunting him. Gold tried to recall how he got in this creepy place but his mind was blank.

Worried for his life, Gold checked his pokeballs. To his shock there was only one pokeball in his possession: his Cyndaquil. Normally he kept a whole team with him and his starter Cyndaquil had long evolved after he fought gym leaders. By the time he was a champion, it had become a Typhlosion. Pokemon don’t unevolve…so where did this Cyndaquil come from?

Maybe it was a baby of his Typhlosion. That had to be it.

Upon further investigation, Cyndaquil seemed to be on his last breath of life. Gold searched his pockets for any stamina medicine, but his bag was empty. This was odd…he always had at least twenty different potions and healing items in case of an emergency. Was this some kind of joke? Or was he robbed?

“I’ve got to get out of here…”

The Unown began to laugh again. Gold pressed Cyndaquil to his chest and looked around the room. The fence was entirely closed. There was no way in or out of it. Gold studied the pillar in the center and, to his biggest surprise, found a set of stairs behind it.

“Maybe I’ll find another way down…” Gold mused as he walked up them.

The Unown followed him, annoying him with their calls and their continuous lining up to spell out LEAVE. But what else was he suppose to do?

The room he entered was utterly dark. Thankfully he had a fire pokemon in his arms. He ordered Cyndaquil to use Flash and the room lit up. Gold screamed in terror.

The room was blood coloured. There were strange sounds coming from the hall in the south…like more Unowns. The room was a setting in hell itself, Gold figured. He turned to go back downstairs but the stairs had vanished.

“Just where am I?”

Gold grabbed his pokegear. The map function was always accurate and maybe a little music would help chase away the freaky sounds. But his pokegear was blank. There was no clock, no phone function and no radio. His map was blank and only showed three question marks, indicating the map had no idea where he was.

Scared out of his wits, Gold began to run. The Unown kept following him but he didn’t care. He had to get out of here…for his sake and Cyndaquil’s. His Cyndaquil was extremely weak and needed a doctor right away.

The more Gold ran. the darker the room became. Finally, he reached the end of the hall. To his disappointment, there was no stairs or door. Only a sign. Hoping it would give him a clue as to where he was, Gold read the sign.

TURN BACK NOW.

“Sure, I’d love to,” Gold grumbled. There was a loud rumbling sound and Cyndaquil uttered a weakened cry before going limp in Gold’s arms. A sudden pain gripped Gold and he screamed. The dark closed in…

When Gold awoke, there were six new Unown hovering over him. They seemed to be saying something…

H

E

D

I

E

D

“What? No!” Gold yelled. He tried to stand but he had no feeling left in his arms. The light suddenly came on and a sad melody began playing. The Unown helped Gold to stand and Gold looked down at himself. He realized why he had no feeling in his arms…because his arms were gone.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” Gold yelled. “First I’m trapped and now my Cyndaquil’s dead and my ARMS ARE GONE! WHO’S SICK IDEA IS THIS?”

YOU MADE HIM USE FLASH WHEN HE WAS TOO WEAK

YOU KILLED HIM

Gold realized he appeared to be in a graveyard. Freaked out and wishing he had his arms back, he started to run around until he froze. Something was pulling him under. The dark moved in…

Red. Everywhere. Gold thought he was back in the blood red room from before, but he was wrong. This room looked like the first room he was trapped in, but so so red. He felt something wet drip from his eyes and attempted to rub his face on his sweater. To his shock, his legs were now gone as well and he had turned white. The liquid dripped off his face and into his sweater. It was red, just like everything else.

Gold realized he was crying blood.

Five new Unown swirled around him. They were followed by a red Celebi who flew up to Gold from the side. The five Unown lined up and Gold read what they spelled out.

D

Y

I

N

G

“I’m…dying…?” Gold guessed. The red Celebi nodded and faced him. Gold could hardly suppress a scream. The red Celebi seemed to be torn in half. One green eye stared at him, one hand pointed an accusing finger, one small foot kicked around in the air, supported by only one wing.

I SAID I WOULD TAKE CARE OF YOU

NOW COME WITH ME

THERE IS SOMEONE WAITING TO MEET YOU

The red Celebi motioned for the Unowns to move so the five pokemon picked Gold up with their Hidden Power and started forward. Gold shuddered, feeling colder than he had ever felt in his life. He wondered who it was waiting for him.

At first Gold thought he was alone with only the pokemon around him. But as they ventured further down this creepy hall, they passed a bunch of mangled humans that were pale like Gold. They didn’t speak but they did follow Gold and the six pokemon with their hollow gazes. A sudden realization dawned on Gold. These people were all trainers…and famous ones at that. They were all either Champions or former Gym Leaders or members of the Elite Four. But no matter how much power you had in life, it doesn’t help you escape your inevitable death. And now it was Gold’s turn in hell’s waiting room.

He really was dying.

YOU SEE ALL THOSE TRAINERS THERE

THEY THOUGHT THEY WERE THE BEST

THEIR PARTNERS DIED ONE BY ONE

AND THEN IT WAS THEIR TURN

A figure stood up ahead. His back was to Gold and he was as pale and ghostly as the others were. The Unowns hovered behind Gold and the Celebi flew in front of him.

HE WAS MEANT TO BE THE BEST

AND HE WAS

UNTIL YOUR TIME CAME

The figure turned, revealing the legendary trainer Red. Gold stared at him in shock, seeing how much time could change a person. He first met Red on top of Mt. Silver so many years ago but that was when they were both young and powerful. Now they were long forgotten…

Without a word, Red sent out his Pikachu. It looked powerful but so sad and lost at the same time. Celebi hovered in front of Gold, awaiting an order.

I WILL MAKE HIM PERISH WITH MY SONG

Pikachu struck itself, lowering his speed but raising his offensive and defensive stats. Gold didn’t think it was possible for Pikachu to learn Curse but this wasn’t an ordinary battle.

“Perish Song.”

Pikachu ran at Celebi, striking the one side that was there but Celebi hardly flinched. The song was still in affect. Warily, Pikachu ran at Celebi again, putting all his sadness into one attack. Celebi recoiled, hardly holding on. But Celebi smirked and flew at Pikachu, stealing some blood from him and using it to heal itself.

“Pain Split…”

Pikachu shot a strange look at Celebi, making it freeze. The song came into effect and claimed Celebi first, making it vanish. Pikachu soon followed, fading out of existence. Who had won? Gold looked up in question at the boy who was once his idol and saw that Red no longer had a head.

The darkness came…

Gold opened his eyes to find himself back in his bedroom. He looked around, wondering if this was a joke but it was his actual room. His PC, radio and TV were all there. Had it all been a dream? He couldn’t wait to get downstairs and see Mom!

He tried to move but there was no feeling left in his body. Six new Unowns lined up and faced Gold with a freezing glance.

N

O

M

O

R

E

“No more…” Gold mumbled. “No more…” He looked down to see what the Unowns meant. His body was gone. All that remained of him now was a head. He, Gold, was soon to be no more.

The Unown made his head float and Gold reflected on how pitiful he seemed to be. This was the end of his life. Memories of his earlier years came flooding back to him. He wasn’t really an eleven year old boy, but an old man who had more than enough of life to satisfy himself. He had traveled through five regions in his life: Johto, Kanto, Hoenn, Sinnoh and Isshu and had collected eight badges from all regions, resulting in forty badges total. He became an idol to pokemon trainers everywhere. And now, at the end of his life, he was granted one last chance to go back to being an eleven year old boy and say good bye to everything.

His first pokemon was his Cyndaquil. It seemed fitting he got to see his old friend at the beginning again as well. Gold tried to smile but it was becoming painful to move. He let the Unowns lead him down the stairs and to the first floor. There was no Mom, of course. She had been dead for a long time. They went through the door into a world of darkness and didn’t stop until they found Gold’s body…as it was before this all started.

All arms. All legs. Normal colour. Gold looked upon his body sadly before whispering, “Good bye forever…Gold…”

It was time to go. The body vanished into the darkness. A haunting chill surrounded Gold and he heard an evil sounding laugh echo from all around him.

HAHAHAHAHAHA

IT’S YOUR FUCKING NIGHTMARE

He was back at the graveyard. The large grave he found himself in after Cyndaquil died turned out to be his own. He was no more. His head had vanished. He was truly a ghost of the past now. His badges were gone…presumably given to his family or buried with him and stolen by grave robbers. The gym leaders he won them from were all long dead as well.

Six new Unowns circled the ghost with a final message. Gold whispered his last words sadly before closing his eyes forever.

“I’m dead.”

REST IN PEACE GOLD.
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Oh, that's cool how you had the picture of the Unknowns that said Poke Pastas!
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on March 30, 2014
Hi! :D
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on June 02, 2013
I rly enjoy these PokéPastas. :D
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on June 01, 2013