I remember a long time ago when life was simple and fun, I had gotten a GameBoy Pocket. I had BEGGED and BEGGED and BEGGED my parents to get me one, but their only excuse was: You already have a Super Nintendo, which was true. But I wanted the power of Nintendo on the go. Sega was good, but I didn't want a Game Gear, despite it being in color. But then one magical day, on Christmas Eve, as I was opening my presents (which were all clothes and stuff) I had run out, and everything I had gotten was useless.
I felt like I was going to cry, at least I could have gotten a Super Nintendo game. But then under the Christmas tree, I saw something else. My siblings had gotten good things, but everyone of us wanted a GameBoy. I reached for it, and it had my name on it, my siblings were staring at it in curiosity, my parents were smiling. I slowly unwrapped it, and out came... a shiny new limited edition ice blue GameBoy Pocket handheld. I was so happy I nearly knocked my parents off their feet. My siblings all had a look of jealousy, but I didn't give a damn. I rushed into my room, and got ready to play the beautiful handheld until I remembered something.
I was so busy to get the handheld I forgot about games. So I went down, and went to my parents to say thank you again (I decided to hide my disappointment) but then, they handed me a game. Pokémon Blue. I did the same thing again, rushed back upstairs and booted up the handheld. The classic game boy jingle sound came up, and I played Pokémon Blue, and I instantly fell in love with it.
I started with Charmander, and played throughout the game. Me and my friends traded, and I ended up catching all 151 Pokémon including Mew. I had already beaten the Elite Four over 100 times, too. I got other games for my GameBoy, but none of them compared to Pokémon Blue. And I never got bored. But after a while, I stopped caring about personal hygiene.
I was alone in my home since my parents were out and my siblings were at sleepovers; they let me take over the house for a few nights. But even before that, I stopped sleeping mostly and stopped taking showers. My parents didn't know this, but I hadn't showered in over a month since I got my GameBoy, and my body started to really become stinky. But I didn't care. There were shadows under my eyes, and I couldn't stop playing.
Later, I booted up my game again. This was my team so far.
Pidgeot:LVL 83 Gyarados:LVL 83 Raichu:LVL 82 Snorlax:LVL 82 Nidoking:LVL 80 Charizard:LVL 85
I was pretty proud with my team, so I decided to just explore. I went to Lavender Town. For some reason, I always liked Lavender Town, even though all my friends were scared of it. And really, who isn't? Anyway, when I got there, something strange happened. My character became colored. I dropped the GameBoy and stared at the screen. The GameBoy Pocket didn't have color. I blinked and the color was gone. I shrugged it off, and went back to the game.
I went into the Pokémon Tower, and surprisingly, there were some pretty strong people in there. I guess they trained while I was gone, but I didn't know the GameBoy was powerful enough to emulate THAT. Anyway, I absent-mindedly began to stand up and walk outside my room. I was dressed in nothing but black underwear, since I decided to sleep that night. But I accidentally walked too far; and I fell down the stairs. I rolled down and I hit the floor with a thud. I think I fell unconscious, but when I woke up, I was in a little pool of blood. I stood up and immediately fell down again; looking at my own blood made me dizzy. I managed to stand up, and walk to my room. But then I remembered something.
I rushed down stairs, and pulled my GameBoy. It was soaked in blood when it landed in the pool, and the pain was killing me. But it was working fine. I rushed upstairs, plopped myself in the bed, and played. Then I noticed, a black glove on my hand. When did that get there? But I didn't care, I just cared about the GameBoy. I played, and saved. Then I turned off the power. I went to bed, and tried to sleep until I saw the GameBoy screen was still there, even though I turned it off. I tried to turn it off again, but it wouldn't turn off. I started to get freaked out, and then this message came which made me piss my pants, well, underwear:
YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, DO YOU?
I'll TELL YOU
YOU WILL SUFFER
AND FEEL PAIN
AND YOU DESERVE IT
YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF DUNG"
And that was it. I stumbled into the bathroom and looked at my reflection; my entire body was covered in blood and sweat. My face looked horrible. My skin was normally tan but I looked scary in the mirror. I cared too much about the GameBoy, and not my own body. And my GameBoy was still there, although now a jigglypuff was on the screen. I thought about calling the police. And then a message came on the screen again:
"PLAY MY GAME"
And now the GameBoy was in color. How? But then again, how could this be happening? So I decided to play the game. My voice was hoarse but I said hello to the GameBoy. And it responded with a coughing sort of sound. I got freaked out and dropped it. I said again: Who are you? It responded with: FOOL. My game restarted, and nothing was left.
Everything I had gotten was gone. It just said new game. This was too much. I collapsed on the ground and began sobbing. Everything I had was gone in the game. Over 200 hours of gameplay just bit the dust. The GameBoy displayed another message:
"WORTHLESS PIECE OF TRASH"
And something appeared in front of me. Something living. I looked up, and saw another person. His eyes were blood red, and he looked pretty strong. He looked down at me in disgust. He grabbed me by the head and punched me in the stomach. I fell down in pain. He lifted me again and punched me in my balls. I fell again in agony. He just smiled and said:
"Do you know why this is happening?"
I shook my head no, and but he brutally stepped on my head, smashing it to the ground. I felt my nose break, and he yelled; "LIAR!" I simply cringed in fear. He took a step back, and kicked me in the ribs. I felt one of them break too. Then he was gone, and the Game Boy was there. The graphics looked improved, and it said:
"YOU DISGUSTING BIT OF SLIME"
And then it exploded in my face. I fell again. The same guy came and said: "It's coming." And he smashed my ribs again with a chair. I had never felt so much agony, and I had no idea why this guy was doing this. He went away, and the power went out.
I lay there, in my bathroom, curled up. Tears streaming down my face, My eyes red, runny nose, headache. My body was covered with sweat and blood, and I felt pathetic. But what could I do? Later? I fell asleep. I woke up, and it was still nighttime. The power was back, and I felt something on my face. I thought this was all a dream, but I saw a paper on my face. I looked at it and it said: HE'S COMING, YOU FILTH.