UHHHHH YOU GET BEANS!!!!

boombox beans commonly migrate towards music- more-so edm than anything

lightblox beans are often really secluded and hard to find, and flee at the sight of anyone

bioheart beans are VERY rare. SUPER rare. but they are incredibly sociable and often stick to one owner until their core power sources give out on them

heartsong beans are known for their generosity and kindness, both to phighters and other beans. whether they reciprocate or not

flintlock beans are often in solitude and dont really interact with phighters, unless its to steal from them. they love shiny things, especially gold

arctic beans are extremely reckless, always getting into trouble despite knowing what theyre getting themselves into. they prefer cold climates and have incredibly fluffy fur that is known for soothing others

(TW: EMETOPHOBIA + ANOREXIA(?) + GENERALLY BAD COPING MECHANISMS + DRUG ABUSE + PASSIVE SUICIDAL THOUGHTS)
(btw i do not condone ANY of this. just feels like i have to say that. arctics coping mechanisms are NOT OKAY IN ANY WAY and never will be)

Liquid dribbling onto a cold alley floor is all that echoes through the silent Crossroads, followed by quiet sobs between coughs.

She thought she'd been over this by now- over the nauseating feeling in her heart, over never being able to stomach anything. But of course not. No matter how many Phights she got beat up in, no matter how many drugs she tries, she always comes back to her true feelings. Faced with a tyrant he never knew how to face other than fleeing like a coward, with his tail tucked between his legs. It was always the same.

Always. The. Same.

Her own vomit stared back at her, tauntingly, barely any substance in its existence from the lack of any food in her system. She knew it was never worth it to waste her limited Bux on food, always losing it later that night anyway. He knew it wasn't healthy- he knew everything he did wasn't healthy, but he felt trapped. Trapped within his consequences, trapped within his regrets, trapped within the grave he dug for himself.

She turned, blindly grabbing a pill bottle off of a box as she tore the lid off. He dumped the contents into his mouth carelessly- he couldn't care if it was over the safe amount, maybe he'd finally collapse for the last time- before tossing the empty bottle to the ground.

He slouched back against the alley wall, flopping his side against the box next to him.

She closed her eyes.

Tomorrow's another day.

(i wrote this on my phone while im in the car so im sorry if its shit /gen)

OKAY IVE BEEN MEANING TO DO THIS FOR SO LONG. this is gonna be really long. im gonna go over all of my pokepasta characters so. BUCKLE IN. im literally writing this in a doc GAHDHSHD

rocket blue was an experiment created by giovanni. red got terribly sick, leading to him getting hospitalized- and blue was devastated. they were just kids- 11 or 12. taking advantage of the kid’s despair, giovanni promised blue that he could help the kid in finding a cure- just as long as blue went with him for him to run some proper tests. blue accepted, vowing that he would do anything to help his friend. he was so blinded by grief he didnt even take into consideration that giovanni really just isnt a good guy.

giovanni began the experiments, starting off small- shots here and there, that lead to trying to get blue to reach his physical limits, then lots of bloodwork- blue would barely be able to realize what was happening by this point, shoved into a room equivalent to a prison cell. he was so woozy he couldnt think straight, blood constantly taken from him but never enough to kill him. and he suffered through it all- he suffered through it all for red.

until the big day.

hes being dragged, hes sure- feeling his little legs trying to keep up with giovanni, the mafia mans large hand grasped around the much smaller kids wrist. he was strapped to a bed, shackled down like an animal, and before he could register anything more he was suddenly met with horrible, excrutiating pain. he understood why he was chained down now- pulling violently against the restraints as it felt like ever fiber of his body was tearing apart, he couldnt open his eyes without feeling like he was somehow staring into multiple universes at once, he felt his tail bone extend and his skull crack open in four places, his shoulders torn apart.

he thinks he went unconscious at some point during it all, the haze lifting- but he feels so dissociated, feeling like hes floating in time and reality itself, looking through universes. but hes grabbed again, his limbs sore and red and itchy from pulling against the restraints- but giovanni doesnt care, hes just thrilled that his experiment actually worked.

“i knew you would be a good match. i got lucky with you, you know. everyone else i tried to put this stupid blood into always collapsed. spoke about “space and time” or whatever. it makes sense, i guess- i mean, it is the dna of palkia and dialga themselves. but still, just wait until they see that a CHILD could handle it better than them!” giovanni praised, examining the young boy. again it gets hazy, hes put back in his cell- he knows that cold floor, that draft, that numbing cold setting into his veins. but its worse, this time- he feels tired, curling up, preserving what little body heat he had. he was never given time to process until he was asleep.

thats not even all of blues story. thats just the beginning. the rest of his story happens in a roleplay, actually- but im not sure if i want to share, considering i dont talk to the guy i roleplayed that out with anymore. but i will just say that he gets even more traumatized. but he has gay dads, so its fine. AND HE DOES GET A HAPPY ENDING OKAY. maybe if you guys are interested ill talk about it!!

(can you tell im autistic about him)

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now for plasma hilbert- not as long, basically the same thing as rocket blue but with ghetsis, hilbert, and the tao trio. hilbert gets linked with the orbs that summon the three of the dragons respectfully, and is able to control their bodies.

he gets really bad hallucinations and really bad dreams, and AGAIN most of his lore happens in a roleplay that i AGAIN dont wanna talk about because it was with someone who was with the other guy that i dont talk to

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abandoned blue is an au where his red abandoned him at the SS anne- literally just as blue was going to confess his love to red. so then blue just. bedrots. he doesnt see a point in doing anything anymore. doomed yaoi

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loner red is…… a special little guy. essentially his game cartridge got lost to time, frozen for years. red was the only one to be conscious during it all, forced to see everyone just. standing there. motionless. so yeah without anyone or anything he went crazy. i dont remember much of his lore aha whoops

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oh and one more i havent mentioned that i forgot!! i have a creepypasta guy named ERR_CODE. ill just paste its lore from the doc i have from like a year ago

ERR_CODE is a Glitchmon that is able to be encountered wherever, whenever. It can even randomly appear on your team. When you take out the Pokemon it is hiding as, your game will begin to glitch slightly as the dialogue states “What!? ERR_CODE has replaced your Pokemon!”

When you have ERR_CODE out for battling, the low health theme constantly plays, no matter how maxed out its health is.

It has two moves, “True Tears”, which is just the same as Fake Tears but a different name, and Torment. It is unable to attack until level 26, in which it learns Scratch.

Its main goal is to steal the souls of human players to one day escape the game. It gives the player a rush of emotion for wanting to level up the Glitchmon, having them play until they get so fatigued they pass out from lack of sleep. This is when ERR_CODE strikes. If not playing during the night, the player will experience feelings of dread and incompleteness until they return to playing the game.

Its pitiful expression makes you want to make it happy by leveling it up. The constant need for having it in your party becomes your main priority, pushing out real life in order to help the “poor soul.”

When it comes around to level 30, where it's supposed to evolve (if you even last that long), it doesn’t have any sort of prompt to let it evolve. Instead, you get random prompts throughout your journey, stating things like “ERR_CODE seems weaker than before.” “ERR_CODE needs to battle!” And so on. Sometimes its level even lowers when you aren’t looking, but just enough so that you only question it for a moment before continuing.

It should also be noted that you can’t put it in a box or release it. When putting it in a box, it simply disguises itself as another one of your Pokemon, that Pokemon taking its place in the box. When trying to release it, the text reads “ERR_CODE is too attached to leave! Poor thing.”