(NOTE: As with most creepypastas, this story is entirely fictional. All characters that aren't Pokemon are not real. Any similarities with any actual organism, living or deceased is entirely coincidential.)
There was a 25 year-old male website designer named Derek Williams. Once, while Derek was passing through town, heading home from his job in Detroit, he passed by a store called, "Games and More." Curious, he went in. He went through, and noticed as sign saying "Nintendo 64." The sign had pictures of Mario, Link, Ness, James Bond, some Mancubi, a Pikachu... Pikachu. Hey, they would have...?
He went over to the shelf, and there it was. Pokemon Stadium. His favorite game of all time. It was in a crude little white box with the words Pokemon Stadium written sloppily in purple crayon. He bought for 1$ (SCORE!) and brought it home.
It contained a cartridge of Pokemon Stadium with the label scratched and bearly legible. Then there was a Transfer Pak. No Red or Blue, but whatever. He had a copy of Pokemon Yellow from his gaming days that had all 151 Pokemon. Even a Mew he won in an official tournament! He Pulled out his old Black 64, plugged it in, then carefully blew in the cartridge and inserted it...
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