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As a trainer who’s originally from the Kalos region, when you made your way to Kanto(as you wanted to travel across all six regions one day), it seemed oddly small. Maybe that was just Pallet Town, though. You went to greet Professor Oak, and passed on a ‘hello’ from Professor Sycamore. Oak said he wanted you to stay in town over night, to meet someone, but he didn’t say who when you asked, he just grinned knowingly. You, of course, agreed while being internally more giddy than a little kid on Christmas, assuming he meant the champion Red. He said there was a guest room in the lab for just this type of occasion, as there weren’t any hotels here, the town being so small and all.

He showed you to your room for the night and you dropped your things off in there, while he said now would be a good time to explore the town a little. You agreed, but what is there to explore? You mostly found yourself walking around the large stone pillars almost like a fence. Once you’d made it to the west side of the town you remembered something. You’d heard rumors, ghost stories that behind this wall is a field, with in it, a mysterious house. Quickly, you looked all around you before peeking through the stones, and you did see what looked to be a house. And beside it...A figure...It was impossible to tell whether it was male, or female, or even if it wasn’t just a pokemon. You smirk to yourself as you walk back to Oak’s lab. Those stones are unmovable, but not unclimbable. You’re going to see what’s on the other side of that fence if it kills you. “And if the rumors are true, it just may.” You grinned, just thinking that gave you chills and made you giddy. You’re going to sneak out tonight, climb those huge rocks and see what’s on the other side, probably be disappointed when you inevitably find a whole lot of nothing, but still get that thrill that maybe something’s watching you, and run off, maybe screaming from scaring yourself too badly, as you tended to do, then leave, and tomorrow chances are you’ll get to meet the champion and try not to fall in love with him, like every other female fan of his seems to have. Maybe that’s why he left to live on Mount Silver? Too many stalker girls, and guys getting pissed their girlfriend’s like him more than them. Ah, you can feel the adrenaline now, gushing through your blood and filling you further with excitement. Tonight and those rocks, tomorrow and Red, and then traveling this wonderful region! You’re practically bouncing when you get back to the lab.

After your dinner with Oak you say you’re going to turn in early, saying you’re exhausted from exploring and succeed in not bursting out laughing when you say it. You go to your room and lay down for a moment, putting your hand to your heart and you can feel it pounding in your chest so hard you wonder if it’s going to pop out like in a cartoon. You roll around a bit before looking at the clock on the nightstand. It says eight thirty, and Oak said he’s going to bed by eight forty-five. So you decide you’ll sneak out at nine ‘O clock. Now just to play the waiting game.

Thirty minutes passes by pretty fast when you’re busy wondering what all kind of wonderful pokemon you’ll get to meet here and you slowly, silently, open the window in your room and crawl out, happy your room is on the first floor. You slide the window shut again, so you’ll be able to get back in when your done you don’t lock it. No one would break in in this small town anyway, there’s like three houses so they’d be found faster then they could blink.

Making your way over to the large stones you, wondered how you could get over them. You lifted your arms and noticed they were a few inches higher than your finger tips could reach, even on your toes, so you began to hop. You could grab the edge, but it was never enough to pull yourself over. Just when you were about to give up, out of the corner of your eye you saw it. A rock, a large rock to your right several feet. You walked over to it and realized this could give you a good six extra inches in height. Picking up the rock you bring it back to the stone and wondered briefly how come no one’s done this before? Surely some one’s thought of this. You really doubt people were just too scared to do it. You put the rock down in front of the same stone you were helplessly grabbing at earlier and step on it. Maybe someone has before? But why haven’t you heard anything about it yet? You reach up and now your whole hand can touch it but it’s still not quite enough to pull yourself over. Maybe they hadn’t found anything and no one really spread it because that’s boring. You hop a few times, hoping you might be able to grab the other side to pull yourself up better, since you can reach it, just a few more inches! Or maybe they just never made it back...The thought chilled you to the bone and you almost turned around and gave up. But you shook your head, you were going to do this! You crouch down and take a deep breath before jumping again, this time higher and grabbed the other edge! Ecstatic you try to scramble your way up, your feet mostly sliding off the pillars until you’re finally able to pull yourself over. Panting, you sit at the top for a little bit you catch your breath, holding your hand over your heart again, and it’s beating even harder than before.

Finally with your breath caught, you look up and see the house in the distance, but no figure this time. It was most likely a wild human-shaped pokemon, or maybe they live in the house and are in bed. Probably not, who’d live all the way out there? Shrugging it off you hop down from the pillar, thanking it wasn’t too large a drop. You make your way to the house and you can tell it’s been here alone for a while. Vines from parasite plants have been growing up it for quite sometime. This place looks like it’s been abandoned for almost eight years judging by the state it’s in, that’s how many years ago Red started his journey. Maybe he knows something about this house? Once you get up to it you swear you saw something in the upstairs window move and a flash of red. When you look up though, the curtains are still and show no signs of ever being moved. You bite your lip, that bubble of excitement building again as you walk up to the door and take a deep breath. It’s probably about ten thirty at night by now, but you knock just in case someone really does live here.

Not that you were surprised, but no answer came. Sighing a bit, you put your hand on the old brass door open and turned, half expecting it to be locked, but the door creaked and opened none the less. You made you way into the small dusty house, trying not to cough as you just unleashed upon yourself a cloud of dust ready to invade your lungs. You lost the battle and coughed roughly, trying to fan the dust away from yourself as your other hand landed on the wall while trying to steady yourself. A moment after your near choking to death you realized your hand was on a switch, probably for the lights. You realized more than likely it didn’t work, but you hit it anyway for laughs. Your heart jumped into your throat when you heard the buzzing of the lights turning flickering on. You looked at the small living room, surprised as you shut the door. No one’s lived here for so long, it was pretty clear, yet the electricity was still on? Looking around the room, this time taking note of the furniture you saw a row of cabinets against the wall opposite the door which had down turned picture frames on it, an old brown leather couch facing the wall and an old CR TV. You wondered around the room before you saw the kitchen and hit the switch by the doorway, though still in the living room and ‘huh’d when the lights flickered on in there too.

You made your way over to the cabinets and noticed some news paper clippings you didn’t realize were there a moment ago. You flipped up one of the pictures and it was two boys, presumably brothers. One with short light brown spiky hair and green eyes. He’s grinning with his arm around the other, but there’s a red X over his face. The other has long dark brown hair and striking red eyes, he’s paler than the other. He’s smiling almost nervously and he’s blushing. The two don’t look older than ten. You remember seeing him somewhere...He was on the news. You think it had something to do with a pokemon dying over the trading system, and the newscasters trying to say not to trade your pokemon because it’s dangerous. You think they said it was a charizard that was sent over the trade and wires wrapped around her neck, snapping it because she couldn’t stop in the tubes. You frowned remembering that. That poor boy, he looked so heart broken when they interviewed him. You wanted to hug him so badly...

You put the picture face down again and looked at the other, this had something written on the back. “Miki & Squirtle” You saw it was a charmander, you assumed Miki and a squirtle climbing over each other. It was honestly so cute you nearly died, but then your remember Miki was probably that poor charizard. You put that picture back face down too and looked over one of the news paper clippings. The first one was about the trading accident. The boy who had the charizard was called Steven, you remember he was champion before Red. His brother, Mike wanted to borrow his Miki to complete the pokedex and she died in the trade. You frowned, knowing that kind of thing didn’t just happen. Had Mike sabotaged the trade? The article continued saying that after Steven had lost his precious Miki he’d given up the title of champion, all of his pokemon and badges. And apparently ‘was left to wonder Kanto in misery.’ You put the article down and picked up the other one.

The time on this one was one year later than the last and there seemed to be a picture of a crime scene. A boy, strangled to death in his bed. It was Mike. But it wasn’t the strangulation that killed him, it said in the paper, it was a broken neck. Who ever had strangled him had used so much force it broke his neck. You gulped slightly, moving your hand up to your neck. Who could do that? “You know who.” It must have been Steven, right? You put the article down and took a deep breath, rubbing your neck from the ghost pains.

That’s when you noticed the sound of dripping and looked to your right on the desk, where you noticed some odd grey gunk. The stuff seemed to sparkle, or static some how. Plop. Plop. Plop. It reminded you of the ‘missingno’ rumor. Plop. Plop. Plop Apparently if you surf up and down along the east coast of Cinnibar Island a strange pokemon will appear that you can’t view in the pokedex. Plop. Plop. Plop. It’s apparently just a big glitchy pixilated mess called ‘missingno’. Plop. Plop. Plop. It’s a flying and normal type, and will apparently duplicate whatever you have in your sixth item slot to one hundred twenty-eight. Plop. Plop. Plop. Some say the pokemon looks just like the picture. Plop. Plop. Plop. This goopy gunk definitely looked like the pictures of missingno you’ve seen.

You looked up and saw it ‘plop’ down from a crack in the ceiling. You wonder where it was coming from. You looked back down and slowly reached your hand over to touch it, and it latched onto your hand, seeming to try and climb up your skin. Panicking you pull your hand back and try to shake it off, but whatever it was clung to your skin and seemed to be growing over your fingers causing the skin underneath to tingle and burn slightly. You squealed slightly as you ran into the kitchen, turning the handle on the sink and shoved your hand, almost half way covered in the junk now and let the water from the faucet wash it away, watching as it fell in the bottom of the sink with a ‘plop’ but didn’t go down the drain. You turned the handle so the water was off.

Shaking your hand off and shivering from that you realized, the water’s still on too. Who leaves the power and water on in a house no one lives in? Who’s paying these bills? You’ll figure that out soon enough. You looked back at the strange, writhing blob in the sink. It felt like when you had accidentally shoved your hand into a ditto(thank goodness it was alright). Was this stuff a pokemon? Was it missingno? You didn’t want to find out. You walked out of the kitchen and saw that the stuff was no longer dripping from the ceiling. You also saw that on the far end of the wall to your left, the one with the cabinets was a set of stairs going up...

Gulping, you glanced between the stair case and the door. You’ve come this far, you’d hate yourself forever if you stopped now. Besides, you want to know all there is to know and never have to come back. You straighten out your shoulders and walk briskly to the stairs, on a mission. The stairs creaked with each step you took on the way up and you found yourself in a bed room. The same bedroom from the second article. You tried the lights but nothing. You looked up and saw the bulbs had been shattered in the sockets. The only light in the room coming from the full moon outside and the lights from down stairs. The room had two beds, only one showing signs of ever being slept in. It also had two TVs. The cheap kind with rabbit ears that had a built in VCR that you’d use to keep your kids entertained for long car rides. There were also two wardrobes and a computer in the corner. You walked over to the computer, tempted to turn it on and find out anything you could about the boys who lived here, but once you were half way across the room you saw the monitor screen was smashed in. You stopped and looked at the beds again, the floor near the one that looked used was wet, you assume this is where the gunk from below dripped from.

You sighed, there’s no way you’re going through that wardrobe and you head back down stairs heading towards the kitchen, but stopping right outside and you flip the light off. You sigh a bit, this gave you more questions than answers. You made your way to the front door and opened it, one hand on the handle, the other moving for the light switch until you felt breath on the back of your neck. You froze up for a second, just long enough for whoever was behind you to put their arm around you, their hand on the front of your neck, effectively trapping you. You heard a deep, throaty chuckle. You felt their hand grab your hip and you looked down. Their hands were pale, like they never saw the light.

Their hand moved again, slipping into your pants pocket, presumably leaving something there before slipping out again. Gulping slightly, you heard that chuckle again, and felt them shift so they were speaking directly in your ear when they whispered a soft yet threatening “Good night.” before the hand on your throat disappeared and you bolted from the doorway, but stopped a good ways away when you didn’t hear footsteps following you and turned on your heels.

The lights were still on, so you could see the person at the door just fine. He was clearly a man. He had long black hair, going nearly to his tail bone. He was wearing a red and white short sleeved jacket and black pants, as well as a forward facing baseball cap. His hair was draped in his face, so most of it was obscured but you could make out his wild red eyes and huge grin with white, pointed teeth. He lifted his hand and waved at you while watching your reaction it seemed. Out of instinct you waved back then he shut out the lights and shut the door. You stared dumbly for a moment before turning in your spot and running like a zubat out of hell, when you reached the pillars you jumped and barely made it with the adrenaline rush and sped back to the lab and climbed in the window, shutting it again once you were in and locking it. You took a deep breath and sat down on the bed, putting your hand to your heart again, feeling it thud hard against your ribs, trying to bust out of your body.

You took several deep breathes, trying to calm down as you looked at the clock. Twelve thirty. You sighed, rubbing your throat, you could still feel his hand holding you in place, just hard enough he could feel your pulse quicken and your gulps of fear. You remembered your pocket, and slipped your hand in finding a small folded paper note. You looked at it and flipped it over in your hands. Did you even want to know what it said? Probably not but...You just had to. Opening the note, you felt your heart stop when you read it over.

“Come back and see me. ~Steven”
for ValentinesDayGreen's contest

This is a story idea I've had for quite some time now, so it's nice ill be able to use it.

Let me know if you guys want more or not (I know there's not much Steven here at all) and ill try to make more, cos i do have some more ideas...

But as those of you who've read my other stories know, I'm slow as hell so...nopromises

Full Picture Here: The Manic S!3v3n

oh yeah, so notes i made while writing

"Reader is 17, Red is 18 and Steven is 19. Reader started traveling Kalos when she was 14 and has caught everything possible in Kalos. Kanto is her second region. Also Oak is not creepy. I'm bad at writing a bit, but he seemed to come off as creepy to me, but hes not hes just being helpful and nice and wants you to meet Red so you can show in Kalos pokemans aaandmaybewantstogethimagirlfriendbutstill"

*EDIT!!!*

PART TWO IS FINALLY OUT GUYS! Strangled Red X Trainer!Reader 2
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OkamiMausu Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2016
Oh i just noticed your user name ive seen marble hornets too! 
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ToXTheXArk Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Aha yeah, I changed it to this when I was big into Marble Hornets and had a premium.
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MrsCreepyCat Featured By Owner May 30, 2016  Hobbyist Artist
dam
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Hetaliagirl777 Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2016
Not only did I feel that hand on my neck I felt the breath on my ear.... You sure know how to break the fourth wall 
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MrsCreepyCat Featured By Owner May 30, 2016  Hobbyist Artist
i know right
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Hetaliagirl777 Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2016
*shudder* 
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ToXTheXArk Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Oh, cool! Thanks! I try my best!

...If the feeling persists, I'd recommend a priest or something.

I'm sure it's nothing, just an over active imagination, buuut...Sometimes the power of someone's imagination has the power to bring something unreal to life. I'm sure it's nothing, though.
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Hetaliagirl777 Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2016
No I just have really good perceptive abilites 
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ToXTheXArk Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Ahh I see. Interesting, interested. Taken note of...for no particular reason. But I'm glad you enjoyed the story!
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Hetaliagirl777 Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2016
'no particular reason'

My Perception is gonna bite me on the butt one of these days  
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ToXTheXArk Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Well, maybe. If I can get on with motivation for this story sometime...^^;
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Hetaliagirl777 Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2016
XD lol 
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Lolhate123 Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2015  Student Artist
Wait, was that ment to say Steven? I thought Steven was the one who killed Mike-whats-his-name?
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ToXTheXArk Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Do you mean the title? Cause I just put the name of the story he's from in the title. So people know what it's from.
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Lolhate123 Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2015  Student Artist
No, when reading about the murder and death in the paper
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ToXTheXArk Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
He is the murderer, yes. But for many reasons it doesn't say so in the paper. One being that Steven was still a minor at the time.
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Lolhate123 Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2015  Student Artist
So, is steven Green, and that other guy Red? Cuase wasnt it Red who had a Charizard?
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ToXTheXArk Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
The story "Strangled Red" is about Steven and Mike. They're brothers and are seniors to Red and Green by a year. When they are ten, and Red and Green are nine, they have their own adventure, which doesn't end as pleasantly as Red and Green's does. I suggest you read, or listen to the original story "Strangled Red". It's an amazing story. Wonderfully written and just fun all together.
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Lolhate123 Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2015  Student Artist
Oh, ok, that basically cleared out everything. Thanks ^°^
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ToXTheXArk Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
No problem, glad to help.
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DestinyLovesShiva Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Great story so far!
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ToXTheXArk Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you
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DestinyLovesShiva Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
you're welcome!
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superroxyfoxy42 Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
really good great job I would love a part2!!!!!!!
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ToXTheXArk Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Not sure if you've seen but part 2 is finally out! toxthexark.deviantart.com/art/…
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ToXTheXArk Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks! I'll work on pumping that out as soon as I get the motivation!
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Indigolightning Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I would love to see a sequel to this. It's really good, but doesn't feel to conclusive. I could see how it could end here, though. It's like those movies that end in a way that could go either or just in case it doesn't do well enough to get it's sequel. hopefullyitdoeswellenoughtogetthesequelitdeserves
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ToXTheXArk Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Not sure if you've seen but part 2 is finally out! toxthexark.deviantart.com/art/…
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ToXTheXArk Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
And I would actually love to make a sequel, I just need the time, patience and motivation to write it. ^^; (My first parts are always really strong, but after that they kinda fade in quality....=w=;; )

I do actually have some ideas for it, so when I do find some motivation, I'll get working right on it ^^

Thanks for the comment and fave btw ^^
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Indigolightning Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
NP. ^_^
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Miss-Fluff-Queen Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
That was an amazing story! I haven't read anything like this in a while and it just made my day! If possible could you make a sequel for this or could you make it into a series? I would just love to read more! 
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Not sure if you've seen but part 2 is finally out! toxthexark.deviantart.com/art/…
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Miss-Fluff-Queen Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I've did see! And I absolutely adored it!! Please update it soon! :heart:
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ToXTheXArk Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I'll try whenever I get the motivation! I'm computer switching again, hopefully my laptop lasts me this time, and my dad didn't pick out another dud hard drive =w=;;
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ToXTheXArk Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you!

I could make this into a series, but my only problem with series is I never have any clue what to do with them...^^; I have two posted series that I need to add to, as well as a few still in my work shop.

(But this idea has been with me for a long while, so it's special to me and I might be able to come up with junk for it faster....hopefully)
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Miss-Fluff-Queen Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
It's no problem!

And don't worry if you can't create a series surrounding this piece of work! I understand exactly where you're coming from. :D

If you can make a sequel, I would love to read it! :heart:
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