Pokémon Dead Channel

## Pokémon Dead Channel by Star-Byte

I was introduced to the video game realm a tad late than most other people. For most, if not all, of my early childhood, I was isolated from other kids and I had next to no social interactions. My days were spent in a prison-like school and my nights rotted away with mind numbing TV. Life was dull and boring, all I had were my stuffed animals and cheap plastic toys to talk to. That's when I got a GameCube.

It was the Christmas of 2003, I believe. I was overjoyed at having my own video game station. It came with the games Super Mario Sunshine, Pac Man World 2, and Pokémon Channel. Each of those games still hold a special place in my heart today. As soon as the GameCube was set up and ready to go, I began playing it immediately.

The first game I played was Super Mario Sunshine. This game is what got me hooked onto the Mario series. After playing it for hours straight and finally finding a level I just couldn't get past, I turned to Pac Man World 2. Amazingly enough, I got stuck on level two. Infuriated that I couldn't find the way out even though the answer was literally right in front of my eyes, I quit and started playing my first ever Pokémon game.

Pokémon Channel.

As soon as I turned the game on I knew this game was going to be different from the other two. It didn't take long for me to fall in love with the game. When the time came for me to name my Pikachu, I unwittingly named him BRVR, short for Brother. What compelled me to give him such a strange nickname that didn't even sound like a shortened version of brother I'll never know, but regardless, I still enjoyed playing.

There is no way for me to describe the love I felt towards this game. It was everything that I had ever dreamed of. In this game I had a friend that I could play with. It all took place in the Pokémon world, too, which I had already loved before I even got Pokémon Channel. I could watch TV with my best friend BRVR, go fishing with him, play tic tac toe with him, talk to other Pokémon with him, grow a garden with him, build a snow man with him, explore ancient ruins with him, play musicals with him, sit around camp fires and tell stories with him, gaze at the stars with him; all the things I never got to experience in real life, I was able to in this virtual world. With BRVR. The best friend I never had.

I was obviously overly addicted to the game, but I had nothing else to use up my time with, so instead I spent it all into this game. Oblivious to all the things happening in the real world, I preferred to live my life in this Pokémon fantasy with my best friend BRVR.

BRVR seemed like more than just a virtual animated 3D model forced to do his actions based on the programming of the game; he seemed real to me. If I was ever sad one day, he would appear to look and act depressed too. If I was ever angry, he would show and express my rage during that play of the game too. If I needed something to cheer me up, he would act silly and leap at me and do other idiotic things too. Later on when I grew older and wiser I just assumed that all of these strange events never really happened and when I was younger I had just simply imagined it, but it was still fun to pretend he was real.

As the years passed, I got more games. I had acquired a Game Boy, which along with it came more Pokémon games, where I could have more than just a single Pikachu. My interests also floated to different series like Mario and Sonic. After playing Pokémon Channel so many times and doing the same things over and over again, it starts to get a bit boring. I started playing it less and less and other games more and more, but I still gave Pokémon Channel a play every now and then.

Eventually I switched schools and my whole life changed. I was moved from a private Christian school to a public school and my eyes were opened to reality. I started to learn new things about real life which helped me enjoy it more. People weren't mean and cruel to me, they would say hi when I passed them in the halls. I discovered I could do more than just play video gamesl I could draw, there were thousands of songs I could listen to, and my grades started dramatically rising.

But the best part of all was that I got a new friend. A real friend. One who was flesh and blood. She was funny and helped me get used to the school and was someone who I could talk to besides my parents. We both had the same immature and mock everything in every possible way kind of minds. I finally had a best friend.

While I started to grow in both body and mind, Pokémon Channel was slowly forgotten. I moved on to greater and better games. Almost all the things I could do in the game I was able to do in real life now. BRVR was replaced by my real life best friend. He and the game had become obsolete, forgotten on a dusty shelf in a dark corner of the room.

For the next couple of years life was golden. Each day I would learn something new and I had a ton of fun with my best friend. I made a few other friends too, but no one could top my best friend. Every now and then I'd get a new game, get some money, go do something with my best friend, draw something, listen to music. I never wished for anything more.

Good things never last

Eventually I had to move. I protested and threw a fit but to no avail. Trying to stop the tears from falling down my face, I told my best friend good bye on my last day at that school. For the next few nights I cried myself to sleep at my new house, but eventually I stopped. Having one of my main reasons to live in life ripped away tore a whole in my heart that will never be completely healed, but the pain eventually became less and less.

I still had contact with my best friend though. We both had YouTube accounts and we would talk to each other over the Internet. We'd call each other too, have sleepovers and sometimes see a movie together. But it hurt to not have her at school anymore. I made some new friends at my new school, even more than at my old school, but none of them were as funny as my best friend. None of them could replace her.

Just when I thought I could get used to this lifestyle, one of the most dreadful things happened. For her sake, I won't post what my friend did, but she did something horrible and my mom refused to let me speak to or see her ever again. My heart was utterly smashed into thousands of pieces. I felt like I had nothing left to live for. My best and what felt like only friend was now gone from me forever.

I sunk back into my old habits, playing video games and isolating myself from the rest of the world. I didn't like to go out anymore. I refused to leave my room except to go to school, eat, use the restroom, and visit my dad every other weekend. Now that my best friend had been snatched away from me, and that I didn't do anything in real life anymore, I needed something to replace her.

Searching through my ancient shelf of old games, I pulled out Pokémon Channel. I brushed the dust off of the cover. It felt like it had been an eternity since I've gazed upon the game. I inserted the game disc into the GameCube, grabbed my controller, and awaited to greet my old virtual friend, BRVR.

A tear fell down my cheek as memories flooded back while I stared at the title screen. After a moment of soaking in the old nostalgia, I selected continue. I eagerly selected yes when the information appeared of my currently saved game, asking if it was correct. As the transition Pokéballs rolled across the screen I just couldn't wait to see BRVR again.

When the transition was over I appeared to be in my room. The normal cut scene where Pikachu is asleep on top of the shelf and wakes up didn't play, but at this moment I had almost completely forgotten about that. The only thing on my mind was BRVR. As I searched around the room, though, he wasn't anywhere in sight.

"De bi de? De bi dee!"

The Delibird that delivers the goods you buy from the Shop 'N Squirtle channel was at the door. I smiled warmly at the sight. I remembered I bought something from that channel almost every day when I was younger. I thought I must have bought something the last time I played and completely forgotten about it. Curious about what was in the delivery, I eagerly headed for the door.

"Pikaa..."

A deep moaning sound stopped me before I could reach the door. I turned the screen and saw BRVR climbing out from under the bed. He looked beat up and depressed. I had never seen him climb out from underneath the bed before, except for when he's searching for the Pokémon Mini in the beginning of the game. When he turned and saw me, a shocked expression came over his face, like it normally should.

"Hey, brother, it's me..!" I whispered, even though I knew he couldn't hear me. Instead of a joyous look and cheering, "Pika pikaa!!" he acquired an infuriated look on his face. I was a bit confused as to why he was angry, but before I could ponder at the subject, "De bi dee!!" The Delibird called again from the door.

Banishing the whole incident from my thoughts, I turned and opened the door. I was comforted when the Delibird handed over the box and BRVR smiled and waved as Delibird flew off. "A package arrived with merchandise from Shop 'N Squirtle!" I quickly pressed A as that message appeared.

I wondered what was inside as BRVR leaned inside the box and took out the items. "You got a Pikachu TV Z! The Pikachu TV Z has been displayed." A menacing and quite gruesome looking Pikachu TV was set up in replacement of my old Voltorb TV. It looked like a Pikachu head facing towards you with its jaws wide open. Inside its mouth was the TV screen with its fangs hanging over the top and bottom. It looked like the skin was tearing and ripping apart at places, like the TV screen was too large for its mouth. I was a bit shocked at how scary the TV looked.

"You got Red Wallpaper Z! The wallpaper has been displayed." I gasped when the wallpaper was put up. It was dark red like dried blood. Pikachus with sick, twisted smiles were repeated all across it. They each were bright red like freshly drawn blood. I was beginning to worry.

"You got Pikachu Doll Z! The doll has been displayed." I winced with fear when I saw the morbid Pikachu placed on top of one of the shelves. It had the same eerie grin as the Pikachus on the wallpaper except with long fangs. Its eyes were small, ruby red, and dilated. The tip of its tail curved inwards like a hook, and it had sharp looking claws. Numerous dried streaks of blood were all along its body.

"You got Pikachu Doll Z! The doll has been displayed." "You got Pikachu Doll Z! The doll has been displayed." "You got Pikachu Doll Z! The doll has been displayed." The same sequence happened over and over until the entire room was filled with the disturbing Pikachu dolls. They replaced all of the other dolls.

BRVR got up and looked around the room. He nodded in satisfaction and walked towards the TV. I sat in my chair stricken with fear. Even though it had been years since I've played the game, I knew these items were never in it. "Pikaa." A threatening and commanding call came from Pikachu. He was standing in front of the TV giving me a glare. I knew he wanted me to go over there.

I walked to the TV and turned it on. It opened to the Report channel like normal, but to my horror the screen looked like it had blood dripping down it. I changed the channels and they all looked that way. I quickly opened up my diary, which in this game is the start menu, and clicked on the TVs tab. I chose the Voltorb TV, but as soon as I did my diary closed without me pressing B. BRVR was staring at me with a threatening glare and shook his head disapprovingly.

BRVR turned back to the TV and changed it to the Fortune Channel. This channel seemed normal, except for the blood dripping down the screen. "Choose your cookie!" The words drifted by the bottom of the TV screen. I chose the top one like I always do. The cookie floated down into the Chansey's hands and cracked open.

"Do you really want to know your fortune?" The words appeared on the screen. I froze with fear. Something about that fortune seemed eerie. It appeared that the Chansey on the screen was laughing.

BRVR changed the channel again. He changed it to the Relaxation Channel. Instead of the fluffy Mareep, what greeted me where morbid Pikachus that looked just like the dolls jumping over the fence. I quickly pressed B and went back to the center of the room. Normally BRVR would turn around and motion me to came back and watch it with him, but this time he didn't seem to care.

I walked over to my old painting. A beautifully colored Jirachi surrounded by a cute Pikachu border hung against the wall. I sighed with relief. At least one thing was still normal. I took a few moments to stare at the old painting, mostly just because I didn't want to look at the gruesome wallpaper or the horrifying dolls.

"BRVR is looking at the painting too"

Chills went through my spine as that message appeared, even though it was normal for your Pikachu to stare at your painting with you. I pressed B and sure enough, BRVR was standing in front of the painting. It seemed like he had a sad expression, like he was remembering long lost memories. He turned to me, still with the same depressed expression. He looked like he was about to cry. I felt sorry for him and wished there was something I could do to cheer him up.

BRVR walked up to me and asked me a question, which is normal for your Pikachu to ask you a question and every now and then, but what made my blood chill was what he asked; "BRVR wants to know if you still love him." It had an O (Yes) and X (No) option. BRVR had never asked that before. I immediately clicked O. He smiled, and then bent over laughing. I was a bit confused as to why he was having a laughing fit. When he was done laughing, he looked back up at me with an evil smile. A message appeared at the top of the screen, "BRVR knows when you're lying." He turned back to watch the TV.

By this point I didn't know what to do anymore. I knew for sure that all this wasn't supposed to be happening. I thought that maybe if I restarted my GameCube everything would go back to normal. I got up and reached for the restart button, but when I pressed it nothing happened. I pressed it a second time and still nothing.

"The game cannot be reset right now" The message appeared on the screen. My heart stopped beating for a second. After dumbly staring at the screen for a solid minute, I sat back down and decided I would continue playing. "Might as well see where this goes..." I whispered to myself.

I just looked around the room for about a minute. Other than the wallpaper, dolls, and TV, everything seemed to be the same. I tried to smile while looking at the old Pokémon Mini and posters, but I couldn't bring myself too. The normally cute and cheerful music seemed to only make the room more dark and disturbing. It looked as if all of the morbid dolls had their eyes focused on me, like they were about to reach out and grab me, then slowly tear me apart and devour my flesh...

"BRVR wants to go outside." The message appeared on the top of the screen. Before I could do anything though, BRVR went outside and the game forced me to follow him.

My breath caught in my throat when I went outside.

The sky was blood red with even darker red clouds swirling in it. Strewn all across the lawn were dead Pokémon corpses. I couldn't tell what many of them were, most of their limbs were torn off, their faces shredded, entrails everywhere. I felt sick, like I was about to throw up.

BRVR circled around them, then turned to me and gave me an evil grin. He walked up to me and asked a question, "BRVR wants to know if you like what's he's done to the place." I immediately clicked X. His sick grin deepened even more. He walked over to a Skitty corpse and threw it at me. Its body parts broke off and flew everywhere as it bounced off of the screen. After many agonizing minutes of being forced to watch BRVR toy with the dead body parts, he walked over to the garden.

When we stepped into the garden two plants were fully grown. Instead of fruits, they had grown Pikachu heads. BRVR plucked one and started to slowly eat it. My lunch started to rise up my throat but I forced it back down. I tried to turn away from the gruesome sight but something glued my eyes to the screen. After taking his time BRVR walked over and ate the other head. Once he was done he cast me a wicked smile and leaped out of the garden, me forced to follow.

BRVR was apparently done messing around outside, since he went straight inside. I was hoping he was done and we would just stay inside; I now much preferred the morbid dolls over the body parts, but he wasn't done showing me the world he had created yet. Almost as soon as we went inside, BRVR went immediately to the back door. Guess who was forced to follow yet again?

When we went outside, there weren't any more corpses much to my relief, but the sky was still an ominous blood red. When I tried to go back inside he wouldn't let me, BRVR would just turn and give a disapproving shake of his head, so I was forced to stand there. The Viridian Forest bus pulled up and BRVR walked up to it without me even clicking on it. The transition played normally, the bus riding over the map to the Viridian forest. But when we got there the whole forest was on fire.

Dead Pokémon were laying everywhere as the trees wildly burned, their bodies charred black by the flames. BRVR seemed unaffected by the blazing fire. He skipped over to the patch of mushrooms. They looked like they were bleeding. BRVR ate one without asking for permission and gave a satisfied nod when he was done.

Then he ran over to the bell that starts the Pokémon concert. Instead of BRVR being surrounded by Clefairies, he was surrounded by those morbid Pikachus. Using the bells they played the most haunting and blood chilling tune I had ever heard. I was awestruck. It sounded so beautiful but so horrifying. It was high pitched and made my ears ache, but I was in a trance and couldn't think to turn the volume down. After what seemed like years the play was finally over.

Glancing around, BRVR seemed satisfied with the burning forest and headed back towards the bus. Again I was forced to stand outside my house while I awaited the next horrors BRVR would inflict upon my eyes. I thought he would want to take the Mt. Snowfall bus, but he had other ideas instead, since he let that bus just pass on by. Instead he decided to take the Cobalt Bus next.

Same simple transition, same horrifying scene. The beach was littered with pieces of the corpses of Pokémon you would normally find roaming around there. The ocean looked like blood, and floating in it were more body parts from the dead Pokémon. It then became apparent to me that BRVR didn't like other Pokémon.

We then played a game of tic tac toe. Instead of rocks we used internal organs for the pieces. BRVR beat me by a long shot, although that was because I couldn't think straight using entrails as game pieces while being surrounded by dead corpses. He laughed when he beat me, like this was all normal and supposed to be happening. Then for a brief moment a look of regret and sadness swept over his face. I felt a longing to reach out and comfort him, so I used the c stick to pet him, but as soon as the cursor touched him his normal infuriated and demented look came back. He ran off over to the fishing area with a little person called me unwillingly following behind.

BRVR stood on his rock and threw out his fishing line into the blood ocean waiting for a bite. I did nothing for there was nothing I could do, but he turned and gave me a menacing glare like I was supposed to be helping him. That's when I remembered the bait. I clicked on the jar labeled bait, but instead of a chocolate glazed donut I got a rotting brain. It was falling apart and covered in a greenish brown mold, yet it was still throbbing. I quickly tossed it into the ocean.

Shortly afterwards BRVR caught something on his line. With a great yank a creature came flying out of the ocean.

I swear to god this creature shall forever haunt my dreams.

It looked like an oversized dark purple Magikarp, but it was foaming at the mouth while a green acidic blood poured out from numerous gashes all along its body. Multiple organs clung to the many spikes sticking out from its body. Parts of its scales had been scraped away exposing muscle underneath, and some parts of the muscle had been what looks like eaten leaving bones sticking out. It flopped around and gasped for air while disturbing gurgling sounds emitted from its mouth.

I screamed when I saw the vile creature. BRVR turned to me as if he had heard me and grinned. He slowly climbed down from the rock, taking as much time as possible to let the wretched creature suffer that much more. Then he started to eat the Magikarp. While it was still alive. I screamed again and covered my mouth as my eyes were forced to watch the gruesome sight. Once he was done with his meal he turned back to me and smiled a happy, playful smile. I couldn't believe this monster was once my close virtual friend that I looked forward to seeing every day after school.

After that traumatizing event, BRVR cheerfully skipped along down the beach back to the bus stop singing, "Pi ka Pi ka chu~" His merriment made the situation that much more horrifying. While waiting for the Mt. Snowfall bus BRVR stood in the middle of the walkway staring at me. His face was blank and showed no signs of emotion. Even though I knew he couldn't hear me, I whispered, "W-Why, why are you doing this..?!" A tear started to fall down my face.

"BRVR made this world to please you." My blood turned to ice when that message appeared at the top of the screen. BRVR casted me another sick, wicked grin that stretched from cheek to cheek. More tears started to sneak their way down my face. The Mt. Snowfall bus finally arrived. I don't know if I was happy at the sight or petrified at the thought of facing another gruesome scene.

Same things as before, innocent transitions, not so innocent sights. Frostbitten carcasses lay strewn out unpleasantly across the frozen land, most half buried in snow. Surprisingly, there was no blood or entrails laying about. This area had a more sad atmosphere than morbid. BRVR slowly walked over to where Kecleon and Jigglypuff would normally sing, but since they were dead and buried under the snow who knows where, he took their place on the stage.

BRVR sang the most beautiful sad song I had ever heard. His harmonious voice sounded like violins playing the most tear jerking tune I had ever heard. He had a depressed and sorrowful yet focused expression while he sang the tune, which is just what the song sounded like. I couldn't control the tears that started flooding down my face while he sang. My poor emotional heart broke in two listening to this sorrow drenched melody.

After what seemed an eternity, BRVR finally finished. He looked me dead straight in the eyes with the most sorrowful, depressed, and utterly hopeless expression anyone had ever seen. I longed so much to hold him in my arms and comfort him, but he quickly turned away and ran towards the second half of Mt. Snowfall.

We stood in front of the Ruins of Truth. For many moments BRVR just stood dead still while staring at the ruins. Then he glanced at me, a deep meaningful look in his eyes, and ran inside. It was jet black inside, like it was supposed to be. He used a thunderbolt to light the electric flowers which caused the entire ruins to light up. All along the walls, ceiling, and floors many different words were written in blood, "Help me" "Why?" "I must die" "KILL ME" "It's so cold" "I'm so lonely" "Where is she?" "Come back" "Why can't I die?"

BRVR walked over to the other side of the ruins where the True or False tablet stood. I was forced to click on it.

"BRVR was abandoned by his best friend years ago to be replaced by a new best friend and was left to rot alone in this virtual world. True or False?"

I finally understood what all of this meant. All those words written on the walls, they were from BRVR. This was all my fault. I left him. My best friend. To die alone. No, he couldn't even die if he wanted to. He was forced to drag out his miserable existence over the years. I didn't blame him for wanting revenge on me, I deserved this.

I slapped myself across the face. What was I thinking?! BRVR and Pokémon Channel were just a game, I wasn't supposed to devote my life to them. They were only meant to be created to amuse and entertain the mind of a child. They weren't real.

I took a minute to ponder over my last statement, "They weren't real." I thought about all the things BRVR had done to traumatize me and get revenge for abandoning him for so long.

Hell, this was all just too real.

I selected O for true, because it was. I admitted to abandoning BRVR and leaving him alone to rot. Instead of the tablet sinking back into the ground, it glowed green as if in approval with me. The screen slowly faded to black.

Except for BRVR.

He stood in the center of the screen with a tired, angry, and yet sad expression. I didn't know what to think of him anymore. I hated him and wished I really could kill him, but I felt sorry and wanted with all my heart to help him and make things better.

"BRVR feels the same way about you."

Those messages didn't shock me anymore. If anything I was expecting it. After a few long moments of just staring at each other, I finally started to lose it, "What are you going to do with me now?!"

"BRVR wants you to suffer the same way he did."

He casted me one last wicked grin, the widest and most horrifying I had ever seen, and the screen cut to black. After a moment the title screen appeared. The continue button was gone. I sighed in relief that this horrifying reunion was over. I got up and looked back at my desk.

On it was a Pikachu Doll Z.

## Pokémon Dead Channel 2 by the same author

Normally I'm not one to snoop around in my daughter's business, but when she doesn't leave her room for over a good twelve hours, I have an excuse.

It was around eight PM, and my daughter had been in her room playing video games since eight AM. I'd heard her scream a few times throughout the day, but recently she'd been getting into horror games, and that was now a normal occurrence so I thought nothing more of it. But since she'd been in there literally all day without leaving once I needed to take an intervention.

I opened the door casually, calling out her name. Her not answering was my first clue something was wrong. I checked her bed, closet, and even shelves and cabinets, but there weren't any clues as to where she could've been. Getting frantic she'd been kidnapped or worse, I decIded instead to dwell in the thought that she may just be outside or in another room and I just didn't hear her sneak out like she usually does.

Before I left, I couldn't help but notice her GameCube. The controller was still on the bed as if she'd just been playing it. Feeling sneaky like it was my responsibility, I turned the station on to play whatever game was in it for a bit, just to see how it kept my daughter's attention for twelve hours.

I felt a wave of nostalgia as the game started up, of when I used to play games with my daughter all the time. After I tested a quick sample of whatever thiS was, I vowed to play a little with my daughter. She needed someone to be herself with anyways, especially with how depressed she's been recently.

I was so caught up in my thoughts the title screen music took me a bit by surprise. After a moment I realized it was Pokémon Channel. I remembered how much my daughter used to love playing that game; maybe she was just getting re-addicted to playing it? Whatever the case, there was only a "New Game" option, so I selected so.

I found myself in what looked like a bedroom. The only thing about this room was that the walls appeared to be drenched in blood, and contained morbid little Pikachu dolls littered throughout it, plus a less-than-appealing Pikachu head as a TV. No wonder my daughter was screaming earlier.

Fighting down my nausea, I looked around the room. After a while the red everywhere and sharp fang scare effect wore off, and I could examine with more ease. I noticed a picture of a Jirachi hanging on the wall. It was one of the few Pokémon I knew right off the bat since it was one of my daughter's favorites. The picture would've actually been pretty if it didn't have a large red X over it with bloody claw marks. A bit scared to examine the rest of the game world, I instead opened the start menu to find what looked like a diary or journal of some sorts. There appeared to be enTries in it, so I read.

I didn't get very far though as the menu closed without my command. I came face-to-face with a Pikachu, who looked like he wasn't very pleased. It scowled at me, and the GameCube shut off. *Well then.* I was a bit insulted, of all things, and quickly turned the system back on.

Soon I was back in action in the room. The Pikachu wasn't there anymore. The room was still the same, Pikachu Dolls staring me down, so I swiveled the screen around to the back of the room to find myself freeze in fear.

There was a Jirachi floating in front of the door. Its eyes were closed, but the one on its stomach was wide open, and hyper realistic. The eye looked like it was cracked and broken, and from that it was bleeding. I also noted the colors of it were grey-scale, but I was too preoccupied staring at the eye, which was staring straight back at me.

I cannot describe the relief I felt when that thing left. I realized I'd been holding my breath, and let it out. It felt like an icy claw had been holding a grip on me, and now that it had released me, I wanted to take the opportunity and turn this thing off. But something compelled me to keep going on. I just decided if that thing popped up again this game was going in the trash.

"Pika." I turned around to find the Pikachu staring at me with a melancholy face, standing in front of the TV. It glared at me then went to turn the TV on. I followed it, a bIt scared of what it might do if I didn't, plus I'd rather be with the cute and cuddly creature than that disturbing eyeball creature. It changed the channel to "PNF", which according to the game was the news.

It zoomed into a duck Pokémon which didn't say or do anything. I think it was called Psyduck, playing the game was starting to "recharge" my old Pokémon knowledge. It then panned to a news station screen, which showed that Jirachi floating through a crimson, carcass strewn meadow, a burning forest, bloody beach, a dead, snowy mountain, and made sure to get it at a lot of angles. The Jirachi finally stopped in the middle of darkness, and turned to face me. The Psyduck's eyes suddenly went black, and turned to face the screen. In the text box where there had previously been nothing, something appeared; "Save X".

The Pikachu quickly changed the channel to the Egg Channel, whatever that was. There was a white egg wiggling around in a void of darkness. It had cracks, and blood dripping from them. It wobbled back and forth very slowly, almost painfully. I didn't want to know what was going to hatch from that thing, and apparently the Pikachu had the same thoughts, as it turned the TV off.

Back in the center of the room, the screen panned towards the Pikachu, and a text box appeared with, "BRVR wants to know if you'll play with him? (O) (X)" Assuming "O" was for yes and "X" for no, I selected O, starting to get into this game despite how unnerving it was. It panned away from BRVR, and he grinned, showing off his toothy fangs. Another text at the top of the screen, "You're going to regret that."

And I sure as hell did.

He went outside, and I followed along behind, although I didn't have much choice as the game made me. It wasn't much prettier outside than inside. The sky was blood red, although it was prettier than the dead Pokémon bodies lying everywhere. He didn't seem to be fazed at the scene as much as I was, and just went along to the meadow next door.

This fieLd wasn't much different, blood and bodies, although there was a hole in the ground which BRVR seemed to take interest in. He reached into it and pulled out one of those unsettling hyper realistic eyes like on the Jirachi. He threw the eye at me, which I casually let fall to the ground. BRVR shook his head and glared. "Catch it and throw it to BRVR.", the text informed me. I grimaced, and moused over the eye to pick it up.

Instead I picked up a dead Poochyena body, which I quickly dropped back to the ground. BRVR doubled over laughing on the other side of the screen, to which *I* glared at him. He grinned and made a motion eager for me to pass the "eye"ball. I seLected it, and threw it as fast as I could without looking at the screen. When I looked again, BRVR was holding it, and threw it back. I ran to the other side of the screen so I wouldn't have to see it.

The screen faded to black then back, and I assumed the "mini game" sequence was over, although BRVR was still holding the eyeball. Then, without any warning what-so-ever, he *ate* it. "Pika, Pika… Pika, Pika… Pikachu!" I sat there disgusted as he finished it off, grinning afterwards. The screen suddenly shifted to black, then back once again. Except when it came to the sky was dark grey, and everything else was a darker tint. BRVR's smug grin was now melancholy once more.

He walked back through the meadow and to the house very slow with the same gloomy expression all the way, almost like a zombie. If anything it was more disturbing than his previous morbid mode. Once back at de casa, everything was bright and un-cheery once more. I noticed a trail of blood on the floor that wasn't there previously. I followed it over to a small closet-like compartment, and preparing myself for the worst, I opened it.

Inside the walls were covered in blood, with a pile of Skitty limbs and guts on the floor, head adorned on top. I barely had three seconds to look at this sight before BRVR ran over and shut the closet door. He made a threatening growl at me, then ran to the back door and on outside to the bus stop, I tagging aLong behind.

Out at the bus stop the sky was red and the environment throbbing once more. The bus to Viridian Forest pulled up and we got on it, even though I didn't select it, but I was accustomed to this now. After a what-would-be-innocent cut scene we arrived to a forest set aflame, charred bodies littering the ground. Picking our way through the landscape with ease, well, BRVR did so with ease, we went to the other side of the forest.

Here it was like a campsite. Except the large bonfire in the middle was a pile of fleshy, burning bodies, all set alight and fueling the flame. There was also a projector, which after a quick tinkering by BRVR, turned to the starry sky. A movie started playing, and I braced myself for the worst. It delivered.

Most of the "movie" was buggy and glitchy, but from what I could tell it was mainly other Pokémon being brutally maimed and killed. Dead, bloody carcasses, pretty much everything I'd seen up to that point just in different poses and angles. Although seeing them in animation was a bit more unnerving, despite how the animation programming seemed choppy and shaky, like the game wasn't made for it.

But what was different was that eye would be there, and flash in the static every now and then. A mOre prominent notice is the Jirachi was in some frames too, without its eye. It seemed to be… *tortured* more than murdered though. Some scenes were where it was drowning in a lake of blood, a stake-like thing impaled through where its stomach eye would be, it being hung from some ceiling, and a whole variety of others. But it looked like it was suffering, and just couldn't die no matter what happened to it.

It ended after taking its dear, sweet time. Once back on the ground, BRVR started to charge for an attack. He fired a bolt of lightning and struck the projector. The screen went black, then back to the body-fueled fire, except the projector was gone and eVerything was in a darker, more grey tone. BRVR started painfully strolling through the forest and back to the bus stop, all with that face void of emotion.

Back home BRVR started running around, and I wanted to take my time before our next outing. I browsed around the room, now completely immune to its ghastly interior, and found a binder. I opened it to find a bunch of Pokémon cards. Except each and every Pokémon in it was morbidly disfigured.

There was an Oddish, brown and wrinkled like a dried prune, maggots crawling out of its eye sockets and other slashes in its carcass. Magby was hung from the collar-like thing on its neck, only a few tendons connecting its head to its frail body. In the Milotic card it looked like a dried out snake skin, puss leaking from several cracks along its flesh. Poochyena looked like a pile of road kill, mangy, blood clotted fur with flies floating around it, and foam at the mouth. Vulpix had an oily-like substance dripping from its mouth, and black, soul-less eyes. And of course the Jirachi card looked like the demented version of it I was getting used to.

But the one that genuinely gave me chills was the Pikachu. It was curled up in a ball with its eyes closed, floating in a red, fleshy void, and bobbed up and down as I moved the card around with the control stick. It reminded me of a fetus still in the womb, which quite frankly creeped the hell out of me more so on a personal level than the other cards, so I hastily changed it.

Once I was done browsing the card collection, which was pretty quick, I exited out to find BRVR holding one of those morbid Pikachu dolls. He looked somber and walked around slowly with it for a minute like a lost child looking for his mother, then turned to me. He walked up to me and asked a question in text, "Do you know what's happening to me?" It didn't talk in third person perspective like before, so this was a fourth wall breaker to me. I selected "X", because quite frankly, I still didn't have much of a clue as to what was going on at all.

He sighed and looked despondent and defeated. He set down the doll then ran out the door, I following in tow. At the bus stop wE hopped on the bus to Cobalt Coast. The beach was littered with bodies and the water bloody, a *perfect* vacation destination.

Before I could get a good examination of the place, BRVR ran out into the ocean. He sprinted way far out there, then started swimming, and eventually on out of my sight. Screen faded to black then back, and when it came to, the sky was grey and everything was in a darker tone. He came swimming back to shore. His face looked fearful, an emotion I hadn't seen from him yet. A message appeared atop the screen, "BRVR tried to wash away the pain. It didn't work."

He walked slowly back to the bus, looking around every few seconds, like he'd saw something who-knows-how-awful in that ocean and it might come back to get him. Once into the bus and back at the house, he still seemed a bit "paranoid". I myself felt pretty good since that was the shortest outing yet.

I selected the "Pokémon Mini" that was sitting next to the binder, since I didn't get to check it out before. There were six games to choose from, so I picked a random one on the bottom left. When the game started, it was a glitched mess. I was surprised I could find the start button. Once it started, the background to it was solid black, with a pair of sharp teeth floating in it. A heart appeared below it, and I pressed A. The fangs opened and closed like it was eating it, and a positive *bleep* sounded, so I assumed I did whatever it was right.

I kept "eating" the hearts for a couple of seconds, until an eyeball appeared. When I ate it, the mini game glitched out into a chaotic mess even worse than before, along with a high pitched noise that grated my ear drums. I quickly mashed a variety of buttons until I exited out of that mess and was back in the room. BRVR was standing in front of the back door, and I knew what that meant before he even opened it and went to the bus stop.

This time we went to Mt. Snowfall. It was snowing softly, and frostbitten bodies were piled up halfwaY under the snow. I felt more sad here than anything, it wasn't grotesque and brutal like the other places, but more of like a sad graveyard. BRVR seemed to feel the same as he slowly and carefully treaded through the snow, over to the next section, and into a temple dubbed by the game, "The Ruins Of Truth".

Inside it was pitch black. BRVR walked over to the left, to find two what I assume would be flowers, except they had eyeballs instead of petals. He charged up an electric attack and fired it at one, which caused it to glow and illuminate the room in a dark red hue.  He lit up the other one, which made the room even brighter. The room was still fairly dark; the red hue just seemed to make it more ominous.

BRVR walked over the bridge and to the other side, where a tall stone tablet was sitting with a big "O" and "X" button. I selected it, and a question appeared, "Redemption?" I suddenly felt very anxious and bit my lip, unsure of how to answer. I selected "O" and hoped for the best. BRVR walked up and pressed the "O" button. The tablet sank into the ground.

The pillars surrounding the now hole in the ground suddenly lit up, and I felt a pit form in my stomach. The ground shook as something started tO rise from the hole, although BRVR didn't even flinch. Out of the hole rose the demented Jirachi. Text appeared on top of the screen, "There is no redemption.". The eyeball on the Jirachi's stomach rose over its head, and just when I was about to cover my eyes, the screen cut to black.

When it came back, it was on the Egg Channel. The same egg from before was still on there. Before I could react, the bleeding egg started glowing, and then hatched. Out popped a Jirachi. A normal, non-mentally scarring Jirachi. It flew off the screen, and then the channel changed like when you're watching TV on full screen with Pikachu. It went to a static channel titled, "444".

The background was red, fleshy, and throbbing, just like in that Pikachu card. Speaking of the devil, BRVR was in the middle of the screen too. Text appeared at the top of the screen, "BRVR will never be born." He closed his eyes, gave a wide, sharp fanged grin, and the eyeball that had been haunting me the whole game opened up on his stomach.

As soon as it appeared, it was gone, and the game was back on the title screen, the "Continue" button still missing. I sat there dumbfounded for at least a good, solid five minutes. It was as if all the horror I had just witnessed was finally crashing down on me, and I was petrified, afraid to move a muscle. Despite everything rational inside my mind screaming at me, *You're an idiot*, I tentatively started to select the "New Game" option.

"Mom, why are you in my room?"

The tension broke and I had to cover my mouth to keep from screaming. I sighed in extreme relief when I saw it was just my daughter at the door, looking at me like I belonged in a mental asylum, which at the moment, I felt like I did. I noticed it was getting late, and told her to go to my room and wait for me there. She agreed, althoUgh still obviously confused.

I'd ask her questions later, but for the moment, I took out the CD from the GameCube. I turned around to go throw this thing in the trash can where it belonged, but I was cut short.

In the mirror was the Jirachi eye.