Fera

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Woooo creepypasta party. IGN: Feravyne WC: 1936 [spoiler] “Don’t forget we’re going to the lab to get those tests this afternoon,” Mom said as she passed me my bowl of cereal. “I won’t forget,” I told her, grabbing a spoon and taking a bite out of my breakfast. Mom smiled and went to put the dishes away. I swallowed hard, not really tasting the food, trying to ignore my headache. An orange blur flew into the room. Ginger, my Growlithe, sprinted toward me, her claws making gentle taps on the linoleum until she slid to a stop in front of my chair. She barked, her bushy tail wagging in greeting. “Morning, Ginger.” I scratched the soft fur on her head, before turning back to Mom. “What time’s my appointment?” “A little after three,” she said without looking back. I checked the clock, and frowned. The second hand was ticking backwards. Mom followed my gaze, then turned away quickly and shut her eyes, drawing a deep, slow breath. “We’ll figure this out, Aaron,” she said, smiling, but her face was tired. She didn’t want me to know, but I knew all the same—about the sleepless night, the worry. I nodded and made myself smile back. My head was throbbing, but I couldn’t let it show. The doctors would figure everything out soon; it was going to be okay. I tossed my nearly-full bowl in the sink, my hunger forgotten, and headed into the living room. Ginger hurried along behind me. When I took a seat on the couch, she galloped to the corner and scooped up her favorite yellow ball before leaping into my lap. Despite the headache, I felt okay. She was my starter, my partner, and my best friend. We’d beaten five gym leaders together before my headaches started getting worse. We’d been forced to cut our journey short and come home to Cerulean, but she’d helped me through that too. As long as I had her, I could handle anything. I grabbed the remote and switched on the TV. A beauty contest was being broadcast from the Lilycove Master Contest Hall, and I settled in to enjoy the spectacle. Ginger curled up, chewing on her ball. By the time the contest was at the third round, my eyelids were getting heavy, and my headache was better than it had been all day. I decided to let myself doze off— And then the pain was back, sudden and instant, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. Ginger whimpered and licked my face. I wrenched my eyes open, petting her head so she’d know I was okay, when the TV caught my attention. Static covered the screen. “Where’d the picture go?” Mom asked from the kitchen, trying to sound lighthearted, but I could feel the tension she was trying to keep out of her voice. She walked into the room, drying her hands on a dishtowel. A shadowy figure appeared on the screen, staring out through the static. “Not again,” she whispered. Ginger growled. ********** We left hours early for the lab. It was a little place in Saffron City, a short walk from home, and an even shorter drive. Mom was oozing anxiety the entire way there, but as soon as we arrived she breathed a sigh of relief. The walk toward the plain, gray building near the center of the city made me wish I had Ginger by my side. She made me feel so much stronger. The sign on the glass doors read Extrasensory Research Laboratory, Silph Co. A woman in a clean white coat carrying a clipboard came down to meet us only a few minutes after we checked in with the receptionist, even though we were early. “You must be Aaron,” she said, smiling, greeting me before she said hello to my mother. I nodded. “We’re going to figure out exactly what’s happening with you, okay?” Her confidence was contagious, and I grinned back despite my headache. For once, I thought there was chance everything really would be okay. The woman with the clipboard would fix me. The feeling of hope was overwhelming, and it took me a second to respond. “Okay,” I said. I turned back to Mom, excited. A man in a similar white coat had pulled her to the side and was speaking to her in a quiet voice, but I thought I caught bits of the conversation. Strange occurrences. A few tests. Brain activity. Was Mom telling him about the ghost in the TV? What did that have to do with my headaches? “My name’s Vivian,” the woman said, pulling my attention away from my mother. “Follow me and we’ll get you checked out.” She led me through a door and down a hallway before stopping in a room that looked very much like my usual doctor’s office, except with a collection of strange machines against the walls. I hopped up on the table, the thin paper cover crinkling under my weight. “When did the headaches start?” Vivian asked. She flipped a switch on one of the devices and it awoke with a dull hum. “Dunno,” I said, frowning. “I don’t remember not having them.” I squinted at the gray tiles on the floor, counting them, trying to block out the dull throbbing in my temples. When had it all started? “They got really bad when I left on my journey, when I was ten.” She nodded and scribbled something on her clipboard. “Did your other doctors give you anything for the pain?” I shook my head. “Medicine never works and makes me feel sick. They told me to relax and do breathing stuff, but that doesn’t help either.” Vivian rolled the humming machine closer to me, and pulled out some electrodes from a panel on the side. “I’m just going to attach these to your head so we can monitor what’s going on up there. It won’t hurt at all.” Mom and the man she’d been talking to appeared in the doorway as Vivian stuck the wires to my head. “How’s everything going?” he asked, and I smiled. Vivian flipped a switch on the machine. The humming intensified, and my headache worsened. I opened my mouth to point out that she’d been wrong, that it did hurt, but the pain spiked again-- the machine went silent. No, it wasn't silent. The machine was off, but I could hear a buzzing, faint at first but growing louder. It drowned out everything else, and I went away. The pain was gone then, but I didn’t know whether to be happy or terrified. I blinked, and I was back. The lights were out, the bulbs shattered. I glanced at Mom; she looked like she was about to cry, and Vivian's usually cheerful expression was set in a hard grimace as she fiddled with the machine. “Uh.” The man rubbed the side of his head, his eyebrows coming together. Damn headache, out of nowhere. Worst possible time. “No clean readings. Looks like we can’t continue today.” “I’m sorry about your headache,” I told him, as Vivian removed the electrodes from my forehead and temples. He blinked at me. “How’d you know about that?” I shrugged, uncomfortable. Hadn’t he said it aloud? “I think we’ll have to reschedule your appointment,” Vivian sighed. “I know it’s urgent, but there’s not much we can do without power to the facility.” “In any case,” the man said, adjusting his glasses, “you should think about getting a therapy Pokémon, maybe a Chansey, or a Togetic, or even a Kirlia. They can help with pain management.” Vivian muttered something to Mom in a hushed, hurried voice. I barely made out the phrase alpha waves. I ignored them, focusing on the broken lights. A bad feeling was settling in my chest. [center]**********[/center] Ginger was waiting for us at the door when we got home, her tail thumping against the floor in a steady rhythm. Just seeing her was a huge relief, but the ever-present pain in my head didn’t lessen. Mom hadn’t said much since we left the lab, and she had a blank, far-off look in her eye. It was the same expression she wore for weeks after Dad died, and it made me want to shake her awake. Ginger and I headed straight to my room and curled up together on the bed. I heard Mom move around the kitchen—dishes clinking, water pouring into the sink—but I was listening for the jumbled bits of words that floated to me like dust. More doctors, better doctors. It’ll be fine. That was all coincidence, yes. Nothing to do with Aaron. These were my mother’s thoughts, I realized. Or was I losing my mind? When I caught something about ice cream, Mom was already there handing me the bowl. She tucked me in, the same vacant expression deadening her features. She tried to feign a smile and I did the same, sensing her distress. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” she whispered, leaving the room. I listened to her go. She took her sleeping pills, as I ignored the pain in my head and took the first bite of my ice cream. The spoon bent. At the same moment, Ginger leapt off the bed as if she’d been struck. “What is it?” She yelped in response, then bared her teeth at me—something I had never, not once, seen her do. “G-Ginger?” My voice was a choked whisper, and my head throbbed. I extended a hand to pet her striped coat, and she recoiled, thrashing. She whined. It was a plea for me to stop. I saw it in her eyes as easily as I heard it in her head. Bad, no. It’s bad. No. Stop. “I’m sorry!” I squeezed my own eyes shut, as they began to sting with tears. “I’m sorry Ginger. I’m sorry, so sorry--” The Growlithe whipped her head back and forth, her cries reaching a fever pitch, ears flattened against her head. Pain, stop, no, no, no, no— “Ginger, I can’t,” I sobbed, putting my hands over my ears to block out her wails, but it didn’t help. Her pain and desperation and panic rang loud in my head. She twisted, and thrashed. She screamed and writhed, and begged and accused me with her eyes. I wanted it to stop. I pleaded with the pain in my head, the pressure building in my temples. I grit my teeth and tried to push it away. I tried the breathing, the calming exercises. I counted backwards from ten. Nothing worked. I felt myself losing control. The strange internal static got louder, louder, and louder still. And I went away again, like I had in the lab. When I came back, I was sitting in bed, exactly where I’d been before, but feeling different, somehow. Off-balance. My clothes clung to my skin, damp with sweat. I shivered. “Ginger?” I said to the dark room, finding my voice to be nothing but a hoarse whisper. I slid out of bed, and my bare foot brushed soft fur. I flipped the light switch, and scanned the floor. I couldn’t breathe. Ginger. She lay still, unnaturally still, her body contorted as if she’d been tossed like a ragdoll and left to crumble where she fell. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her glazed-over eyes stared at me, but saw nothing. I collapsed to the floor, reaching to stroke her fur with a trembling, yellow, three-fingered hand. She was cold. I’d done this. And yet, the pain was gone. But something else was wrong. I’m wrong. My body is wrong. A large tail. Yellow skin, brown chest. “Ka…Kadabra?” [/spoiler]

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IGN: Feravyne ~1936 words. I apologize for length. G i n g e r [spoiler] “Don’t forget we’re going to the lab to get those tests this afternoon,” Mom said as she passed me my bowl of cereal. “I won’t forget,” I told her, grabbing a spoon and taking a bite out of my breakfast. Mom smiled and went to put the dishes away. I swallowed hard, not really tasting the food, trying to ignore my headache. An orange blur flew into the room. Ginger, my Growlithe, sprinted toward me, her claws making gentle taps on the linoleum until she slid to a stop in front of my chair. She barked, her bushy tail wagging in greeting. “Morning, Ginger.” I scratched the soft fur on her head, before turning back to Mom. “What time’s my appointment?” “A little after three,” she said without looking back. I checked the clock, and frowned. The second hand was ticking backwards. Mom followed my gaze, then turned away quickly and shut her eyes, drawing a deep, slow breath. “We’ll figure this out, Aaron,” she said, smiling, but her face was tired. She didn’t want me to know, but I knew all the same—about the sleepless night, the worry. I nodded and made myself smile back. My head was throbbing, but I couldn’t let it show. The doctors would figure everything out soon; it was going to be okay. I tossed my nearly-full bowl in the sink, my hunger forgotten, and headed into the living room. Ginger hurried along behind me. When I took a seat on the couch, she galloped to the corner and scooped up her favorite yellow ball before leaping into my lap. Despite the headache, I felt okay. She was my starter, my partner, and my best friend. We’d beaten five gym leaders together before my headaches started getting worse. We’d been forced to cut our journey short and come home to Cerulean, but she’d helped me through that too. As long as I had her, I could handle anything. I grabbed the remote and switched on the TV. A beauty contest was being broadcast from the Lilycove Master Contest Hall, and I settled in to enjoy the spectacle. Ginger curled up, chewing on her ball. By the time the contest was at the third round, my eyelids were getting heavy, and my headache was better than it had been all day. I decided to let myself doze off— And then the pain was back, sudden and instant, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. Ginger whimpered and licked my face. I wrenched my eyes open, petting her head so she’d know I was okay, when the TV caught my attention. Static covered the screen. “Where’d the picture go?” Mom asked from the kitchen, trying to sound lighthearted, but I could feel the tension she was trying to keep out of her voice. She walked into the room, drying her hands on a dishtowel. A shadowy figure appeared on the screen, staring out through the static. “Not again,” she whispered. Ginger growled. ********** We left hours early for the lab. It was a little place in Saffron City, a short walk from home, and an even shorter drive. Mom was oozing anxiety the entire way there, but as soon as we arrived she breathed a sigh of relief. The walk toward the plain, gray building near the center of the city made me wish I had Ginger by my side. She made me feel so much stronger. The sign on the glass doors read Extrasensory Research Laboratory, Silph Co. A woman in a clean white coat carrying a clipboard came down to meet us only a few minutes after we checked in with the receptionist, even though we were early. “You must be Aaron,” she said, smiling, greeting me before she said hello to my mother. I nodded. “We’re going to figure out exactly what’s happening with you, okay?” Her confidence was contagious, and I grinned back despite my headache. For once, I thought there was chance everything really would be okay. The woman with the clipboard would fix me. The feeling of hope was overwhelming, and it took me a second to respond. “Okay,” I said. I turned back to Mom, excited. A man in a similar white coat had pulled her to the side and was speaking to her in a quiet voice, but I thought I caught bits of the conversation. Strange occurrences. A few tests. Brain activity. Was Mom telling him about the ghost in the TV? What did that have to do with my headaches? “My name’s Vivian,” the woman said, pulling my attention away from my mother. “Follow me and we’ll get you checked out.” She led me through a door and down a hallway before stopping in a room that looked very much like my usual doctor’s office, except with a collection of strange machines against the walls. I hopped up on the table, the thin paper cover crinkling under my weight. “When did the headaches start?” Vivian asked. She flipped a switch on one of the devices and it awoke with a dull hum. “Dunno,” I said, frowning. “I don’t remember not having them.” I squinted at the gray tiles on the floor, counting them, trying to block out the dull throbbing in my temples. When had it all started? “They got really bad when I left on my journey, when I was ten.” She nodded and scribbled something on her clipboard. “Did your other doctors give you anything for the pain?” I shook my head. “Medicine never works and makes me feel sick. They told me to relax and do breathing stuff, but that doesn’t help either.” Vivian rolled the humming machine closer to me, and pulled out some electrodes from a panel on the side. “I’m just going to attach these to your head so we can monitor what’s going on up there. It won’t hurt at all.” Mom and the man she’d been talking to appeared in the doorway as Vivian stuck the wires to my head. “How’s everything going?” he asked, and I smiled. Vivian flipped a switch on the machine. The humming intensified, and my headache worsened. I opened my mouth to point out that she’d been wrong, that it did hurt, but the pain spiked again-- the machine went silent. No, it wasn't silent. The machine was off, but I could hear a buzzing, faint at first but growing louder. It drowned out everything else, and I went away. The pain was gone then, but I didn’t know whether to be happy or terrified. I blinked, and I was back. The lights were out, the bulbs shattered. I glanced at Mom; she looked like she was about to cry, and Vivian's usually cheerful expression was set in a hard grimace as she fiddled with the machine. “Uh.” The man rubbed the side of his head, his eyebrows coming together. Damn headache, out of nowhere. Worst possible time. “No clean readings. Looks like we can’t continue today.” “I’m sorry about your headache,” I told him, as Vivian removed the electrodes from my forehead and temples. He blinked at me. “How’d you know about that?” I shrugged, uncomfortable. Hadn’t he said it aloud? “I think we’ll have to reschedule your appointment,” Vivian sighed. “I know it’s urgent, but there’s not much we can do without power to the facility.” “In any case,” the man said, adjusting his glasses, “you should think about getting a therapy Pokémon, maybe a Chansey, or a Togetic, or even a Kirlia. They can help with pain management.” Vivian muttered something to Mom in a hushed, hurried voice. I barely made out the phrase alpha waves. I ignored them, focusing on the broken lights. A bad feeling was settling in my chest. ********** Ginger was waiting for us at the door when we got home, her tail thumping against the floor in a steady rhythm. Just seeing her was a huge relief, but the ever-present pain in my head didn’t lessen. Mom hadn’t said much since we left the lab, and she had a blank, far-off look in her eye. It was the same expression she wore for weeks after Dad died, and it made me want to shake her awake. Ginger and I headed straight to my room and curled up together on the bed. I heard Mom move around the kitchen—dishes clinking, water pouring into the sink—but I was listening for the jumbled bits of words that floated to me like dust. More doctors, better doctors. It’ll be fine. That was all coincidence, yes. Nothing to do with Aaron. These were my mother’s thoughts, I realized. Or was I losing my mind? When I caught something about ice cream, Mom was already there handing me the bowl. She tucked me in, the same vacant expression deadening her features. She tried to feign a smile and I did the same, sensing her distress. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” she whispered, leaving the room. I listened to her go. She took her sleeping pills, as I ignored the pain in my head and took the first bite of my ice cream. The spoon bent. At the same moment, Ginger leapt off the bed as if she’d been struck. “What is it?” She yelped in response, then bared her teeth at me—something I had never, not once, seen her do. “G-Ginger?” My voice was a choked whisper, and my head throbbed. I extended a hand to pet her striped coat, and she recoiled, thrashing. She whined. It was a plea for me to stop. I saw it in her eyes as easily as I heard it in her head. Bad, no. It’s bad. No. Stop. “I’m sorry!” I squeezed my own eyes shut, as they began to sting with tears. “I’m sorry Ginger. I’m sorry, so sorry--” The Growlithe whipped her head back and forth, her cries reaching a fever pitch, ears flattened against her head. Pain, stop, no, no, no, no— “Ginger, I can’t,” I sobbed, putting my hands over my ears to block out her wails, but it didn’t help. Her pain and desperation and panic rang loud in my head. She twisted, and thrashed. She screamed and writhed, and begged and accused me with her eyes. I wanted it to stop. I pleaded with the pain in my head, the pressure building in my temples. I grit my teeth and tried to push it away. I tried the breathing, the calming exercises. I counted backwards from ten. Nothing worked. I felt myself losing control. The strange internal static got louder, louder, and louder still. And I went away again, like I had in the lab. When I came back, I was sitting in bed, exactly where I’d been before, but feeling different, somehow. Off-balance. My clothes clung to my skin, damp with sweat. I shivered. “Ginger?” I said to the dark room, finding my voice to be nothing but a hoarse whisper. I slid out of bed, and my bare foot brushed soft fur. I flipped the light switch, and scanned the floor. I couldn’t breathe. Ginger. She lay still, unnaturally still, her body contorted as if she’d been tossed like a ragdoll and left to crumble where she fell. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her glazed-over eyes stared at me, but saw nothing. I collapsed to the floor, reaching to stroke her fur with a trembling, yellow, three-fingered hand. She was cold. I’d done this. And yet, the pain was gone. But something else was wrong. I’m wrong. My body is wrong. A large tail. Yellow skin, brown chest. “Ka…Kadabra?” [spoiler] [/spoiler][/spoiler]

10/10, really unsettling. Edit: don't be modest, it's awesome.

Get it done. I want read.

My entry is in progress, everyone can go home. [spoiler]I have like three sentences written at best[/spoiler]

inb4 every entry is ROM hack/glitch related, or about lavender town.

[spoiler]My time has come.[/spoiler]

Pls come back

Thank you C: My primary motivation for working on it was wanting to pet ittttt. I really like your baby Mawile, those bows are adorable but being abandoned at birth is really sad. :C [spoiler][/spoiler]

IGN: Feravyne Last minute entry powers goooooo. I decided to make a baby for the Vulpix/Ninetales line. Vulpix's pokedex data says that it's born with just one tail, so here is its white-tailed pre-evolution. I call it Renarne, from "renard," french for fox, and "one," because of its one tail. Edit: oh right proof [spoiler]http://puu.sh/cvikO.png http://puu.sh/cvln7.png http://puu.sh/cvJHh.png http://puu.sh/cvKly.png heh pageking[/spoiler]

I only have 28. Need more.

Sorry for the delay, but we now have our winners (the real ones, sorry TJ)! For honorable mentions we have both Lyingcake77 and Korgre; in second place is GloriousWalrus; and first place belongs to RacheLucario! Thank you to everyone who participated and congratulations to all the winners! Be sure to get in touch with me to arrange for your prizes! C:

Nah

To find love.

lies been waiting on a PM from you.

Dammit moona y u do this

IGN: IdentityNon

As Munya said, this contest has ended! Winners will be announced before the end of this week. C:

And I understand that. But I liked just being 'Leader' more.

Yeah, but that doesn't change the fact that I hate the new names. [spoiler]Boss? Really?[/spoiler]