Tommy Boy v2
(Oh BOY!! One of my all time favorites second to lost silver, in the PokéPasta catagory. I think I'll go do a ritual about it!! JK, you'll understand. Just read it. :P)It was one of those sleepovers, just me and my bestie, when we got bored and got a dumb idea. Well, she got the brilliant idea anyways. Apparently she thought it would be "fun" to try and perform one of those summoning rituals, even though she knew anything and everything paranormal gave me nightmares for weeks. Which is why I think she wanted to do it so bad.
Of course, I wouldn't willingly go along with the ritual, so my friend had to persuade me by offering her Darkrai plushie which I had coveted for a few weeks now. I remember wondering if the risk of dying a horrible, bloody death was worth it for just a toy… Apparently the answer was yes, since I eventually went along with the insane idea.
The requirement for the ritual was paper, pencil, a candle, 6 random dolls, and 60 minutes of your time. It had to be the middle of the night, or in a dark house. We (As in me doing all the work) did it at around midnight, after everyone else was asleep.
The first step was to put the 6 dolls in a circle. Then draw a summoning circle on the middle of the paper and put it in the center of the circle of dolls. After placing it on the floor, recite "Any entity, you may enter." Wait for a while, around a minute, then prick your finger and put your bloody fingerprint in the middle of the summoning circle. Recite, "By blood we are bound." You then turn off all the lights, if any are still left on, then light your candle and recite, "Whomever loses may never leave."
Afterwards you stumble around in the dark and play hide-and-seek with whatever you just summoned, if you even successfully summoned anything. You must switch the room you're hiding in around every 10 minutes or else you will be automatically found by default. If your candle doesn't blow out within an hour, then you win, and allegedly whatever spirit you summoned will be bound to your eternal service. If it does blow out, then you've been found and you lose. Whatever happens afterwards depends on whatever spirit, peaceful or malevolent, that you summoned.
While me and my friend were huddled in the laundry room whispering and giggling about stupid things, the candle flickered out. I promptly flipped and hid in the corner with my hands over my head waiting for the worst to happen, while my friend laughed at pathetic little me. After about 5 minutes of trying to convince me I wasn't going to die she told me she had blown out the candle herself, which made me feel a little better, even though I still didn't believe it. Though, the Darkrai plushie I received the next day helped wash my worries away.
Though, it wasn't enough to wash away everything else that was about to happen.
Later on that day after my friend left, my little sister had begged me to let her play my Pokémon Emerald. I let her, since all she did was pretty much give free training to my Pokémon. I was a bit peeved off when she ran into the room bugging me about the game while I was trying to watch TV, saying something about a green Trapinch. Once I actually paid attention to what she was saying, I stole my Gameboy back and was pleasantly surprised to see my sis had somehow managed to find a shiny Trapinch.
I told her to back off and let me handle this, since I wasn't about to let her try to catch it. Although after 30 Ultra Balls of failure and more sleep powder than I could count I was getting pretty frustrated. My sis offered to help catch it for me, and I figured might as well since I wasn't going to any time soon. I was shocked again as she handed me back the GameBoy 2 minutes later with a brand new shiny Trapinch in my party named Tommy Boy.
The only response I could think of at first was, "Tommy Boy? Why name him that?" "Because the movie was funny!" I faintly recalled we had watched that movie not long ago, but eventually stopped caring and all I could do was just stare at my newfound shiny. I went to immediately test him out and see what he could do against a wild Sandshrew.
"Tommy Boy wants his mommy!" I remember thinking What the hell, when I read that on the screen when he should've been attacking. I tried to attack the Sandshrew again, but only got the same message. My sister stole the GameBoy back and informed me, "He'll only listen to his mommy!" and then proceeded to defeat the Sandshrew with no further issue. I was puzzled, to say the very least, and decided not asking anything would be better for my health and to just keep watching TV.
Later that night I decided to try playing Emerald again after my sister had fallen asleep. She had been playing it all day and wouldn't give it up when I asked and had been dead set focused on training "Tommy Boy". She had even leveled him all the way up to a Flygon like it was no problem. But hey, I wasn't complaining, it was free training.
When I booted up the game I was in the middle of my secret base near Lilycove City. I checked my party and sure enough Tommy Boy was indeed a Flygon. Apparently he was strong enough to not need help from any of the other Pokémon since there were no others in the party.
When I exited the party screen and was back in the base though, I noticed a circle of six Pokédolls were around me that I hadn't noticed before, which quite frankly creeped me out. To add to the horror factor, after I took one step away from the middle of the circle, a text box popped up saying, "Any entity may enter." As if that wasn't enough to give me horrific nightmares for months, a glitchy red circle appeared in the middle of the circle of dolls, "By blood we are bound." I tried to step away again, but another text box appeared saying, "Whomever loses may never leave."
I tried running for my dear life out the exit, but I was stopped with, "You may never leave." A shiny Flygon appeared in the middle of the circle and let out what I assumed was its cry, albeit I was too horrified for my life at that moment to care much for details, and the game froze. I shut the game off, stared at it for a second, then gently threw it onto the hard floor in the computer room and ran back to my bed to cry myself to sleep.
The next morning I felt good for a split second, until I remembered what happened the night before. After taking several moments I mustered up the courage to walk into the computer room, expecting to see a demonic GameBoy with devil horns floating in the air shooting flames from hell at me. Instead I found my little sister leaning back in a chair merrily playing the GameBoy, which was a much more pleasant sight. I asked her if anything weird was happening with the GameBoy, but she said all was fine.
I was able to pretend everything was fine, until she asked me if I had played on the GameBoy last night. I had no answer, until I responded with a convincing, "Uhh… Yeah?" She said then that explains why the GameBoy was on the floor. I was momentarily relieved for the second time that conversation, until she left me with an ominous message as I went out the door, "Just don't mess with Tommy Boy again." And you know, at that time, I would've been pretty happy with my life if I never played that game again, so I let it be.
That is until a few weeks later, when I started noticing something was up with my sister. I don't think waking up at midnight to stare out the living room window for hours, sleepwalking when she's never done anything like that before, and walking into rooms and seemingly disappearing are normal things. Hell I think I even saw her floating, although I think that one was just my imagination and paranoia. All that plus her fix being playing Pokémon Emerald for hours on end.
After taking my time to gather the guts to do such a thing, I stole the GameBoy back in the middle of one night to try and get rid of Tommy Boy. You don't know how much bravery it took just to turn the thing on, but somehow I managed to do it.
Once the game was up and running I found the character in the middle of a dark cave. There was a small circle of light around her. I instinctively went to the party to make someone use Flash, but then I remembered more than likely Tommy Boy was going to be there. I braced myself, but was pleasantly surprised to find there were just some random Pokémon instead.
Of course none of them knew nor could learn Flash.
Or Dig.
And I was fresh outta Escape Rope.
…
Wonderful.
So I stumbled around in the dark, trying to find my way out of that mess. Thankfully I still had plenty of Super Repels which I always made sure to have on hand, and made sure to use them. I eventually became a little more relaxed, my paranoia slowly turning into annoyance. I kept bumping into walls and rocks, climbing up and down countless ladders, but there was no exit in sight. Or any trainers in sight for that matter.
After some time I didn't care to count, I went down a ladder and found myself in a small room that had nothing in it. I tried to go back up the ladder, but I was stopped. My character wouldn't move. I started to tense up again. The light surrounding her was snuffed out, and all that could be seen was darkness. I was about to turn the game off before something happened, but before I could, something happened.
"Found you." The text in red popped up with a Flygon cry to accompany it. I wasted no time to shut that thing off after that before something ELSE happened. Just as I was preparing to chuck the game onto the floor and cry myself to sleep again, I thought about how if I didn't get rid of Tommy Boy things would probably get worse and soon I'd probably wake up to find my little sister stabbing me to death.
Since I didn't want to die, I decided to play the game one more time and see if I could find a way out of that cave. Instead when I loaded the file I was met with a glitchy, pixilated mess of a screen flashing multicolored lights while blaring the loudest beeping noise I'd ever heard in my life that gave me a damn near heart attack. Needless to say, it wasn't long before that thing was shut off and thrown lovingly back into the computer room.
The next day I took my time getting out of bed. When I did, I wasn't the least bit surprised to find a certain little sister still playing that GameBoy that somehow hadn't been broken from being hurled on the floor two times. I didn't even bother asking her anything because I knew she wouldn't give any answers, and there was the chance she was gonna rip my head off right there for messing with Tommy Boy again. And judging by the glares she was giving me all throughout that day, I had a feeling she WAS going to kill me the next chance she got.
That night I was dead set determined to get rid of Tommy Boy or else I'd end up dead. After I double checked that my sis was asleep, I played Emerald for what I hoped was going to be the last time. At least, the last time with that accursed Flygon on it. Thankfully this time around I wasn't helplessly trapped in a cave.
Instead I was at the bottom of Mt. Pyre.
I had mixed feelings of being grateful for being able to see, but more annoyance that there were no Pokémon who could swim, nor fly, nor anything useful, thus making me stuck on Mt. Pyre. The haunted Pokémon graveyard. Even more wonderful.
I wasn't about to wait another day to try and play this game again in hopes I wouldn't be stuck somewhere and could actually have access to a PC. I just roamed Mt. Pyre in hopes I would find something, anything, that would save my poor Emerald. Instead I found a bunch of Duskull everywhere on every floor. They all made quick work of the low leveled Pokémon I had too. I got the sudden idea that I could get send back to a Pokémon Center when they all fainted, then momentarily felt like an idiot for not trying that tactic out the previous night and instead wasted repels.
When they all fainted though, I didn't get sent back. Instead I was still on Mt. Pyre with all the slots of my party empty. I still ran into Duskull, except I kept sending out a large "?" where a Pokémon should've been. As I climbed the levels of Mt. Pyre, I felt a mounting suspension that kept rising each floor I went to, although I didn't know why. Maybe it was because every floor, even inside Mt. Pyre, were all unusually foggy. I was about ready to just toss the game, but then I reached the top.
Surrounding the pedestal at the top were six Pokéballs. As I checked each Pokéball, a picture of a Pokémon would pop up. They seemed really familiar, and soon I realized all the Pokémon here were part of the team I was just using. After I checked the sixth Pokémon, I found my character to be trapped in the center of the pedestal with no way out. I frantically mashed the D-Pad in hopes of some way to escape. In the midst of my panic, a glowing red circle materialized on the ground, connecting all the Pokéballs surrounding the pedestal, with me still in the center.
I remember at that moment thinking, I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die, and wholeheartedly believed I was going to. Then a large text box in all red with a Flygon cry popped up,
"YOU MAY NEVER LEAVE."
That right there sealed the deal. After overcoming my second heart attack, I wasted no shred of time pulling out that Emerald cartridge and pounding it into an unrecognizable pile of green plastic with my scissors. I broke the scissors during the process, but at that moment, I really couldn't have cared less if I tried. In my desperation, I brushed the remains of the cartridge into my trash can, wrapped up the trash bag, and went to the extend of escaping through my window and throwing it into the woods. Screw littering, screw the police, I didn't want thing in my house.
I snuck back in, hoping nobody heard my midnight fiasco, and tried to go to sleep. Of course I couldn't, and I kept repeatedly peeking out the window into the dark, expecting a haunted Emerald cartridge to come flying back into my room. Eventually I was able to drift off and gather approximately 4 hours of sleep. Thankfully it was summer at the time, because if I had to go to school I would've been such a wreck the teachers would've thought I had gotten mugged or something. And of course that morning my parents just had to comment, "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."
Later on my little sister asked where my GameBoy was, and I was about to tell her she was never allowed to touch that thing with a 10 foot pole again until she said she wanted to play Mario Party Advance on it. I was baffled, to say the least, but found no problem in it and let her play it. She showed no signs of becoming obsessed and got bored of playing it after an hour, so I was relieved and assumed that the worst was over.
You can be sure I wasn't, and still are not, planning on performing any more summoning rituals any time soon, not even for another Darkrai plush. My little sister's gone back to being completely normal, if anything her only signs of change are that she's getting into that "girly stage". She'll get Pokémon plushies and sit them all in a circle and play tea party with them in her room. At least, that's what I think she's doing with them. She also has 6 Pokémon plushies that she really likes playing with more than the others…
You know, now that I think about it, those 6 Pokémon seem really familiar…
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