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The definition of a monster is subjective.
The dictionary understanding of a monster is something inhuman. However, the variety of monsters, fictional and real, is so complex and deep that the simple dictionary definition becomes obsolete almost immediately. There is only one known way to organize 'monsters' as a whole, dividing them into three categories.
There are what are called 'Pocket Monsters'. Pokemon, for short. Creatures wielding the very elements and using them for powerful combat, and yet can be tamed. Befriended. Commanded. By children, no less.
Children such as Ash Ketchum. He is young. Brave. Inexperienced, by the standards of many. In truth, however, he has seen far more than any of his rivals could dream. He has ridden on the back of legends, fought with the gods themselves, and triumphed over impossible adversity. And he is still but a child.
The second class of monster is 'human monsters'. Those draped in the skin of men, but with blackest hearts, eager to pervert the laws of nature and endanger the innocent for their own gain. Some could argue that these are more deserving of the title 'monsters' that the Pokemon.
And then…there are the murderous creatures of the darkness, inspired by the most horrific nightmares. Brutal abominations, their sole purpose: to torment.
The monsters of my home.
Sharing a world, and yet worlds apart, from the trained monsters of Ash Ketchum and his companions. They are innocent of the monsters of my realm, knowing nothing of them. They are content to journey alongside their trusted Pokemon, in a grand adventure.
And yet, one must wonder.
Should this child, this brave impetuous youth, stumble into my world, a world of nightmarish monsters and violent redemption, what would become of him?
Would he lose his mind? Be overcome by horror and succumb to madness, as many would? Tear out his eyes, trying to block out the brutality of his hellish surroundings?
Or would he feel right at home?
The dictionary understanding of a monster is something inhuman. However, the variety of monsters, fictional and real, is so complex and deep that the simple dictionary definition becomes obsolete almost immediately. There is only one known way to organize 'monsters' as a whole, dividing them into three categories.
There are what are called 'Pocket Monsters'. Pokemon, for short. Creatures wielding the very elements and using them for powerful combat, and yet can be tamed. Befriended. Commanded. By children, no less.
Children such as Ash Ketchum. He is young. Brave. Inexperienced, by the standards of many. In truth, however, he has seen far more than any of his rivals could dream. He has ridden on the back of legends, fought with the gods themselves, and triumphed over impossible adversity. And he is still but a child.
The second class of monster is 'human monsters'. Those draped in the skin of men, but with blackest hearts, eager to pervert the laws of nature and endanger the innocent for their own gain. Some could argue that these are more deserving of the title 'monsters' that the Pokemon.
And then…there are the murderous creatures of the darkness, inspired by the most horrific nightmares. Brutal abominations, their sole purpose: to torment.
The monsters of my home.
Sharing a world, and yet worlds apart, from the trained monsters of Ash Ketchum and his companions. They are innocent of the monsters of my realm, knowing nothing of them. They are content to journey alongside their trusted Pokemon, in a grand adventure.
And yet, one must wonder.
Should this child, this brave impetuous youth, stumble into my world, a world of nightmarish monsters and violent redemption, what would become of him?
Would he lose his mind? Be overcome by horror and succumb to madness, as many would? Tear out his eyes, trying to block out the brutality of his hellish surroundings?
Or would he feel right at home?
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Sapphire
I couldn't believe it when I saw her.
The tiny mass of pixels on my screen- a shiny Aerodactly named Sapphire.
I was shocked really, to see her in my PC box- she wasn't supposed to be there.
My friend had lost her from her own game a few days ago, the basic story behind Sapphire was that when my friend went into cold storage in her black game, the Aerodactyl had continuously appeared, never letting her out of the patch of grass she was in until I finally told her if she caught the Pokémon I would trade her for it.
We were talking via comments on DeviantArt, when she told me about the Pokémon following her.
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Come into my parlor....
Come into my parlor...
Whyyyyyy, Arceus?
I'm a good Pokemon. I'm a good Pokemon.
...I hate you. I HATE YOU.
You put me here. There is nothing here.
I'm lonely.
No Pokemon. No life. Empty.
WhY dO yOu PeRsEcUtE mE?
Dialga. Palkia. They don't know, do they?
I hate you.
I know everything that happens. These sensations of nothing flood my brain. I cannot think.
I wish there was life here.
Something bad is happening.
I saved my siblings. I did. But you don't care. I brought a terrible man into my parlor. Two pretty girl Trainers are here too. Oh, I want to play with them. I want to play with the humans like I p
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Hello. It's me. Remember the fun times we had together? I bet your cursing right now wondering if one of the pokemon you got in a trade was a hack that's messed up the game. I assure you nothing's causing me to do this. Just hear me out will you? Besides we both know that if this is a glitch it won't matter much anymore.
I remember when we first started the game. You choose the fire type starter for me and we followed the plot line. We made mountains crumble. We made the legendary beasts of my world bow before us and we befriended them. We even defeated the elite four AND the champion. Then we defeated all the gyms and defeated them again.
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You know, I never thought you could cross the Pokemon anime with a horror game franchise.
But you've proved me wrong.
I like this story. And you know what, I think I'll make my own Pokemon Horror Story.
Thank you. And good luck on future stories.
But you've proved me wrong.
I like this story. And you know what, I think I'll make my own Pokemon Horror Story.
Thank you. And good luck on future stories.