Pokemon Creepypasta: Mewsingno

  Have you ever wondered if there could be a way to combine two pokemon to create a much stronger, cooler version? Well I have and when I accidentally got my wish, it was to disastrous results! I was playing my Pokemon Red Version game one day as a kid, and I got bored after defeating the Elite Four. Not having much access to the internet at the time, I never even knew about any of the glitches. So I began Surfing around Cinnabar Island not expecting anything of it. Then I found Missingno.
  It was weird and I vaguely recalled hearing about something like this while my friends had been eating lunch at school. So I caught it. And after a few days I went for Mewtwo. I used the common cheap shot win of immediately using the Master Ball. Little did I know this would prove foolish. Such a being deserved to be fought, it deserved to stand a chance. It WANTED a fight. But it never got that fight. Until one week later that is.
  Missingno had been in my PC Box and so was Mewtwo now. The pokemon used its powers to manipulate the coding of the glitch and fuse itself with it. But that was a mistake that costed him his sanity. By fusing with the glitch it hacked his super-powered mind and scrambled the powers it posessed. He was now a being of chaotic code I call Mewsingno. And upon gaining sentience beyond the concept of the Fourth Wall, he knew about the trainer who caught him being controlled by a player. That player was of course me.... It corrupted my save file, but it didn't stop there. It destroyed my Game Boy altogether. Every time I turned it on, I'd see a static-like screen of numbers and green-colored squares with random bits of image. It took a few restarts to see the picture it was actually making. It was an angry Mewtwo-like face glaring at me through the crackling static.
  Except that time, the audio started making sense as well. The crackling static began to formulate patterns that I soon deciphered to be actual words, addressed to me. It said the same sentence over and over and over.....YOU ARE NOT MY MASTER! I mouthed the words to myself while figuring it out and upon understanding it, the screen's static image turned to an image of a Master Ball. But then static for a second before returning to the image, but now it was a destroyed Master Ball. I understood it's warning. It had broken out. Catching it was the only real guarantee, but keeping it in was no small feat apparently. It's new-found power now ruled my Game Boy and I got scared! I hurled it against the wall, cracking the screen. The batteries also fell out of course. But it didn't turn off. The portable game became enveloped with a purple-ish light and levitated into the air to face me with Mewsingno's face once again glaring at me. It's new message was much clearer and though it still sounded drowned out by static, it said one word......FREEDOM!
  I backed up, having fallen over in surprise, and found myself up against my bedroom wall. My Game boy exploded and from its place in the air now stood a living glitch pokemon with a familiar purple-tinted psychic power forcefield around it.....Mewsingno. It looked at its body of varying pixels and coding then returned its gaze to me cowering against the wall. As it's eyes lit up with psychic power, my body was lifted into the air just as my Game Boy had been. The wall I had been sitting against had a window. With one easy sweep of its hand, I was suddenly dangling outside that window held up only by the psychic power. Unfortunately, I lived in the third-floor apartment and it was a long way down. Mewsingno followed me outside the window and began lowering me to the ground. This was strange since he could've simply dropped me instead. But when I reached the pavement of our driveway, he stopped using his psychic power and just looked at me from the air. Suddenly his whole body became a scattered mass of mixed static data, bits of images, and code. That mass zoomed straight at me and zapped its way into my nervous system. %he shock stopped my heart and the next thing I knew I was waking up in a hospital bed.
  A bunch of the machines that you regularly see in a hospital room were all either blown up or glitching out. I asked the doctor what happened to them and he told me he simply didn't know. they just suddenly shorted out and were all left in the sorry state they now lied in. anything they connected directly to my body had done this for the first hour of the time I got there. Even in the ambulance. I figured that what had happened to me with Mewsingno was now over since the replacement machines worked just fine now. He must have tried to travel through machinery to find something or someone else to punish. Or perhaps, he was angry that his attack hadn't killed me. Ever since I have not lost my love of pokemon. But I never do anything involving Mewtwo or Missingno thanks to that traumatic experience.
  My heartbeat is a bit irregular now and several brain cells have died because of the attack on my nervous system. I will never be the same again and my life has been shortened by at least 5 years thanks to the ordeal. The doctors all say it is a psychological defense or something to repress the memory of being mildly electrocuted as a child. But I know better. And ever since that day, I've feared that Mewsingno will come back to finish me off....
  After all, in this age of so many machines and electronics, there is no small amount of ways he could find and kill me. As far as I know, every key I hit on this keyboard could spell my doom...,nmjcranrkhncirvnjrinhsisvmvvso,vkmv

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