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The darkness seemed to surround him even more now that he had reached this point. Simon Belmont shivered. The loneliness and decay of the abandoned castle seemed to permeate his very soul. Was he really going to do this? Was he really going to burn all of the evil demon lord Dracula's parts in a forbidden ritual? "Tis the only way." The brave vampire hunter thought to himself. How strange it seemed to have returned to the demon castle he had once penetrated in order to defeat Dracula, and return peace to Transylvania. "Yet this damnable curse forbids me from doing otherwise." Simon said bitterly. "Truly a fool I was to ever imagine that Dra

Long, long ago, before even the concept of Pokemon training was introduced, from the depths of space, a creature of some kind fell to the Earth, landing in a barren wasteland of what would eventually become Unova. Two poor peasant brothers, desperately looking for any way to improve their lives, happened upon the injured creature. Out of kindness, they tended to its injuries from the crash. The creature was grateful to the two brothers, and proclaimed he would aid them in their dream of improvement. Once the creature had recovered, it used its awe-inspiring power to make the land fertile, the air fresh, and the climate stable. It only asked

Some call it the Cinnabar Mansion. Some call it Fuji Labs. I call it the place where my life was ruined. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Doctor Emile White. I am a former scientist and expert on genetics. I say "former" because after what I am about to relate to, I gave up on my scientific endeavors after realizing the ramifications of them.  But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning: Since a young age I was always fascinated with life forms of all kinds. From microscopic bacteria to the giant Wailord, I had a thirst for knowledge on how they (And by extension us) "ticked" so to speak. I attended Mauv

Feared…feared and hated. That's what I am. Allow me to introduce myself. I am a Pokémon known as "Hypno", and I am most well-known for the hypnotic psychic powers I possess. While there are many possibilities for me, my only aspiration is survival. Hungry. That's what I was. Hungry and lonely. We Hypno are not like most Pokémon who absorb nutrients by ingesting them through our mouths – we must solely rely on eating the dreams of others to survive. It is not easy to however, as most Pokemon dreams are not sufficient meals, and after only mere hours I will be hungry again. Humans however, provide enough energy in their dr

To say that Bubbleman was irritated would be an understatement. "Why?" The Scuba-clad robot thought to himself as he half-walked, half-hopped towards the main headquarters of Skull Fortress. "No one even knows where this place is…" he grumbled angrily before continuing, "There's no reason to continue with this." Running a diagnostic through his head, he calculated that wasting Internal operations energy on unhappiness would have a 64% chance of an undesirable outcome. Tearing his attention away from the snickers of the other robots he knocked on the skull-emblazoned steel door. "Come in," a grouchy voice answered. Bubbleman obliged, en

Crimson City Mental Institution. Case # 9515 Interview # 2 October 15th 1996 "Ummm... Yes. I was on my way to the Viridian Forest to try and find a Pikachu, as I'd recently heard that they could be found there. Having less electricity to siphon unlike those in the abandoned Power Plant, I thought it'd be easier to raise.  In retrospect, I really should have gone to the Power Plant... Why didn't I go?! WHY?! [The patient then broke down in tears and was unable to speak for several minutes] A-along the way I met an old man who I had gotten into an argument with the first time I tried to pass through to the forest.  He r