Hester rambles about being afraid of Pokemon
I've been reading a bunch of Pokemon creepypasta. I don't really like creepypasta that much --- it's not that it scares me; it's just that I've never found most of it interesting. (Or rather, when it is good, I always feel a bit sad that the author is sitting around writing creepypasta when they could clearly be writing published horror short stories.) And honestly, most of the Pokemon creepypasta isn't . . . exactly . . . the cream of the crop.
And yet, I can't stop reading it, because ---
Is it just me, or is there something really subconsciously creepy about the Gen I games?
I have no idea what it is, and I think it's completely absent in the later generations. But there's just something . . . something . . .
Like, Pokemon Red was my favorite thing in the world when I was 10, but I also had more creepy-crawly dreams about that game than anything else. I really vividly remember this dream I had in which the game gave me the option of killing all my Pokemon so I could have a team full of ghosts.
There's just something
something
scary
about those games.
And yet, I can't stop reading it, because ---
Is it just me, or is there something really subconsciously creepy about the Gen I games?
I have no idea what it is, and I think it's completely absent in the later generations. But there's just something . . . something . . .
Like, Pokemon Red was my favorite thing in the world when I was 10, but I also had more creepy-crawly dreams about that game than anything else. I really vividly remember this dream I had in which the game gave me the option of killing all my Pokemon so I could have a team full of ghosts.
There's just something
something
scary
about those games.