I jog towards the GameStop, pulling my hood up to try and prevent some of the rain from soaking me. I pant a little as I walk into the store, grinning from ear to ear. I have finally saved up enough from my job to buy a slightly used game for my Game Boy Color. "Hi, umm do you have any Game Boy Color games?" I ask quietly. "Only some used ones," the worker explains pulling three games from behind him, "Galaga, The Legend of Zelda, and Pokémon Silver." I gazed at the games for a few seconds before I decided on the Pokémon Silver game. I am a huge Pokémon fan and don't already own a Silver game, so the decision was pretty much pre-decided. I paid the worker and ran out of the store holding the bag to my chest, making sure not a drop of water touched it. "I wonder if someone screwed with it?" I ask myself out loud. Sometimes I would have to bring games back because they were so tampered with that they were not playable, but other times the games had small, almost unnoticeable glitches. My favorite, though, are the times when the game has been hacked and has small changes, for the better of course. Snapping back to reality I notice that my little cabin in the woods was close. Upon entering my house, I sigh. "I really need to clean up," I mumble irritably to myself. This doesn't change anything, of course, I just throw my jacket on the couch and rummage through my room, until I find my Game Boy. A small, rare smile appears on my face. I place the cartridge in and the logo started up but it froze. "No, no, no, please don't do this to me." I plead under my breath. Then it loaded up and I noticed the a previously saved file so I chose to continue, my curiosity getting the better of me. Being curious still I decided to look at the trainer. I noticed his name is "...". "Wow, real creative," I scoffed. His profile was definitely mid-blowing, though.
Lost Silver's POV
I sighed, groggily sitting up, at least attempting to. The Unknown helped prop me up. "Thanks," I sigh, "Oh god, I wish, I wish those words would stop repeating." A specific two echo endlessly in my head. 'IMDEAD' and 'NO MORE'. Blood tears began to stream down my face. "No, no, no, please don't do this to me," an angelic voice rang out. To me these words would have been pleasant if it didn't notify of my upcoming hell.