You Were Right, Red... (Glitchy Red x Lost Silver)You Were Right, Red... (Glitchy Red x Lost Silver) by Anime-Greek
Red stopped walking as soon as he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and chest.
He heard quiet sobbing from the person behind him.
He turned his head slightly around, and saw the champion, Gold, right there.
"Gold?" He asked. Not caring how different he looked. His skin much paler, his whites turned black and his iris's red, blood tears ran down his cheeks.
"Y-you were right, Red." He sobbed, "Like every hero, they soon are left to be forgotten..."
Red placed his hand on top of his, feeling guilty for the trainer that had beaten him. He secretly sworn revenge on him, but his time lasted shorter than the former champion. Why wouldn't he be in sadness for the young trainer before him? Knowing that he too was left to be forgotten, just like him.
"Maybe they're not all are truly forgotten, but remembered by less than before?" Red muttered, not sure what he was doing or even saying.
Gold tilted his head up at him, "What do you mean?" He quietly asked, the sentence barely reaching Red
Creepypasta x Reader: My Room (Lost Silver)...21.Creepypasta x Reader: My Room (Lost Silver) by Closedmadness
You started to walk through the corridor in the left and heard a noise behind you.
-Hey, wait!-The voice said. It was that girl again. She looked at you and the to the key in your hands.-What number is it?
-21.-you answered, looking at the keys.
-Oh.-her eyes widened.-Then you'll may need this.-she said,searching in her bag and throwing something at you.
It was a white and red colored ball, with a little button. You sighed and kept walking, looking the ball closely, and then remembered.
It was that ball from Pokemon series. The one you use to catch the pokemons.
Why would you keep that, anyway? Well, probably you'll just have to spend the night with some creepy gamer and go home in the morning. Nothing too bad.
Travelling through the long corridor, reading all the numbers of the doors, you found the room 21. The door was scratched, making strange symbols, and that didn't make you feel better. With shaky hands you inserted the key and opened the door, entering the ro