That’s when my trouble started.
When I checked my Pokémon’s stats after playing about 5 hours into the game, it showed that my Pokémon were fainted, except for one.
I was completely weirded out by this point. Why where my Pokémon fainted? I hadn’t battled recently. I recently went to the Pokémon Center. I went back inside the building I came out of: the PokéMart.
Go backwards in time a bit, to the point where I was shopping for healing items. I had bought a couple Super Potions, and sold my nugget from Nugget Bridge (I was still in Cerulean City).
Back to the present. I heard a faint cry come out of the speakers. That was odd, because I had the sound off. I checked my Pokémon.
My Raticate’s name was Descend.
“What the f***?!” I muttered. I named it BLUE, not Descend! What kind of name was that?
Apparently, the game sensed my thoughts. I said, “DESCEND is angry with you! DESCEND summoned GHOST!” That line about Ghost, my Charmeleon, bothered me, for a good reason, too.
My Charmeleon had revived on its own.
“Holy s***,” I thought. “How did it do THAT?!” I was really freaking out. Then, Descend’s sprite changed.
It turned from a normal sprite to one that was greenish-gray with dark red splotches on its coat. The rest of it was white. I figured that the dark red was blood, but whose? That’s what creeped me out the most.
Suddenly, a loud screeching noise came out of the game. I tried to turn it off by switching the Off/On button to “off”, but it wouldn’t work. “Damn! Why won’t it stop?!” I thought.
It did as soon as I thought that.
“Thank God…” I muttered. A wave of tiredness swept over me. I climbed into my bed, as I was in my room. I quickly fell asleep, not knowing what lay ahead.
I woke up in a strange, stone room. the floor looked like there was blood on it, and I was afraid of what was happening. I looked around, seeing no door, no window, no way to possibly escape. “What the hell is going on?!” I shouted. Surprisingly, a voice responded to me.
“You are being transported to your execution room.”
“WHAAAT?!” I screeched.
“We are arriving soon. Your executioners are waiting.”
I then turned around. Next to me, a greenish-gray Raticate was sitting. “Wh-Who are you?” I asked it.
“I am Descend.”
“Are you getting executed, too?”
“No, I’m afraid not.”
“What do you-“
“We are here. Good luck…” A door opened in the wall, which I walked through.
“Here goes nothing…” I said to myself.
There, before me, holding a sword, was my Charmeleon.
He held up the sword, and brought it down, through my neck.
The last words I heard before I died where:
“Good bye, Alex. See you in Hell.”