|They didn't have a hyena, still, this is pretty sweet|
ANGEL .:Pokemon Creepypasta:.At the age of 7, my friend showed me her copy of Pokemon Yellow. She was 8, and had a pretty good team. Her older brother, who was 13 at the time, taught her to obtain all the Kanto starters in Yellow, as well as her Pikachu, who she named after her mother, Cammy.
I remember everything she told me about Pokemon. She told me you could get a starter, in her case a Pikachu, and catch a team, and they were your friends who fought for you.
Oh boy I loved Pokemon after that. I begged my mom to get me a copy of Pokemon Blue for my Gameboy Color. When she got me the game I was literally glued to the screen and controls. I had started with Bulbasaur because my young self knew nothing of stats and only caught Pokemon to their cuteness or "epicness". In this case I got Bulbasaur because of its cite look and cry. Nothing else. I caught a Rattata, Pidgey, Caterpie, Zubat, and a Gastly because I liked the way they looked. my entire team was a pretty weak team overall. So When I got frustrated at the