Don't Answer It

It started innocently enough, I was just playing pokemon on my DS when it started. There was a storm, a bad one, so it wasn't safe to go out. I was just playing Pokemon to pass the time, quite calmly, untill the pokecentre. Upon entering the pokecentre, my phone rang. So I spoke to the nurse to heal while I reached for my phone. Joy's usual greeting never came, instead it read, "Don't Answer It".
I was surprised, and a little confused. Pressing A to scroll down, the message repeated itself "Don't Answer It, Don't Answer It, Don't Answer It".While distracted by the unusual text, my phone rang out and eventually went quiet. The text changed: "Good". Good? How did it..? I looked over my DS dumbly, as if there would be some physical sign of what just happened. The phone rang again. Calling back so soon? And to get through during such a storm.. It must be important, so I grabbed it and aswered it despite the warning. Before even saying "hello" i felt the bolt of electricity shoot up my arm and through my body, accomapnied by a terrible sudden shieking noise, causing me to drop the phone and my ears to ring. Then healing tune played from my DS' small speakers, and the nurse said "Don't Asnwer It" again. My whole arm was twiching from the shock it had given me. Everything seemed normal after that, just for a minute I walked around the centre, then looked around myself. The doorbell rang. The text popped up again, "Don't Answer It". How was it doing this? I fear I may never know. Then, " Don't Answer It, or Kill Him".Out of defiance I moved to switch the machine off. Another electric shock. stronger this time, turning my legs to jelly and my causing my stomach to churn. And that noise, the terrible, blood-curdling noise.
Dropping the DS, I ran haphazardly to the bathroom and was sick. Once the vomiting passed, I was still shaking and sweating, but whoever had been at the door was gone. Music came from the other room, the once cheerful sound of the pokemon centre started to terrify me as it got louder and louder, calling me back. I stayed on the bathroom floor as long as I could until the noise became unbearably loud. It was beconing me. Crawling on all fours back to the screaming DS system I could see that the screen had changed colour. It was bright too, the screen, really bright. When had it got so dark in here? The screen was a bright, vivid pink. The background music had started to distort as it continued to play. Shakily looking into the pink light I saw one word "Power". Scrolling through the same word, over and over again, it was a minute or so before I realised what it wanted."Power. Power. Power. Power. Power. Power. Power"Litterally. The pink hue was turning red, it would run out of power soon. I wanted to let it. Just leave it to run itself down. But I was tired. Completely drained from the shocks I'd suffered. We both needed power.
Pulling out the charger, I plugged the DS into the wall and instantly felt better. The noise was slowly quietening, the glare from the screen slowly lessening. We lay there on the floor, where I'd dropped the DS and crawled back, we lay there in the growing darkness and silence. Pretty soon, I fell asleep. When I awoke there was only the green light from the game system to be seen. All else was in darkness. Looking at the green light made me feel better. So I re-opened the DS. Funny, I didn't remember closing it. Only the light fading away. There I was, safe and sound in the Pokecentre. The comforting music playing away softly, almost inaudibly, in the background. The storm had been worse than I'd expected. The street was a mess of torn down trees, smashed rooftiles and shattered windows. The whole area was deserted, as if all my family, friends and neighbours has fled the town. Music, getting louder as I stared out the window. The pokecentre music, from my DS. I understood. It kept me safe. Somehow. We were connected, that small machine had connected with me. Picking up the game, I left the pokecentre and went out into the empty world. Despite being devoid of other charachters, a text box popped up as if someone had spoken. "All Gone?"Yes, all gone. A smile broke over my face. Leaving my house and walking down the street to the faint music of Ecruteak City, the stillness was broken. People. Police? Loud voices, and dogs. Shouting. "Is anyone here?". "Any survivors?". "We've come to help!".
Ecruteak's background music got louder and a small crackle of electricity ran into my hand, bringing my attention to the game. I had been unconciously wandering aroudn the town, and now stood in fromt of a sign. It said "Hide".I didn't question this. My DS had made it obvious that it knew what was best for me. It knew what I should do. So I ducked inside the open door of an upturned car untill the voices moved away. Scavenging and hiding like this all day, I obayed the Pokemon game's instructions. Often, it was quiet for hours, the volume raising when it wanted to tell me something. After such a long time, it was starting to lose power again. I paniced. Ashamed to admit it, but I did. The little thing was keeping me safe, telling me what to do.. if it went dead.. what would happen to me? Exausted, and desperate, I kept walking untill dark. A light. I saw a light besides the red one glowing from my DS. It was bright, white, and there was the faint sound of the PokeMart playing. In the house, there was a girl standing by the window looking at her own game and absorbed in the music. It grew louder as I crept forwards, her ears must have been aching from the noise, mine were. My plan was to break in, steal a charger and use a plug socket. I couldn't ring the doorbell, her game would have her kill me wouldn't it? As this thought entered my head my own game entered a Random battle. When had I wandered into the grass? The screen was dull, the red power light flickered slightly. The battle screen showed, but without an enemy sprite. One pokeball each. Then the options appeared.
"Kill Her" "Kill Her" "Kill Her" "Kill Her".
Well, of course. My DS needed power. The battle tune played again, much fainter than before, from the other side of the glass. Looking back in through the window I saw her turn and face me, eyes vacantly glowing from the DS's backlight, an equally illuminated grin splitting her face. I didn't have to get any closer to guess that her screen said,
"Kill Him, Kill Him, Kill Him, Kill Him"
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Pokemon
Category:English Class Failure
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