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Xml Joined 2mo ago. NaughtySk8er Joined 8mo ago. Liam P. I remember running over and hugging him. And I remember, his limp arm fell and brushed the Gameboy in my pocket, and his sudden scream, right in my ear, making me jump and bite my tongue by accident. He ripped the handheld from my pocket and hurled it at the far wall.

I cried out at the dent the plastic system made there, running over to collect it. The screen had gone dark, and though I feared the worst when I flicked the switch it powered up normally.

I waited there in the corner, trying to pretend the GBA mattered enough not to go and run for our mom. This time I screamed, too, and ran from the room with my GBA clutched to my chest like a shield.

He ended up in the psyche ward of the hospital for two days. When we went to visit him, I left my GBA at home. No one could figure out what had set off his strange, manic behavior. On my last visit to the hospital before school on the second day, I was left alone in the room with him while mom had some private talk with the doctor about precautions to take should this happen again.

I sat in a chair next to the bed where he was staring at the ceiling. But then suddenly he sat up, making me flinch. His voice was so weary and desperate… he sounded like an old man on his deathbed. My poor, damaged little brother… how could I refuse? I was carted off to school late, and through the whole day I only had my promise to him in my head. I just had to get home and get rid of that game… but as the day went on a sick curiosity started to go through my own head.

What could possibly have happened to that game that scared him so badly? I was scared, myself, but I just had to know. I had to. I got home and went right into his room, bent on uncovering whatever horror was waiting for me.

Mom had since vacuumed the room, and the cartridge and GameShark were no longer visible. I got down and crawled half under the bed, feeling timid but holding onto the promise I made as my badge of courage. But I finally saw both objects. Unthinking, I grabbed the corner of the paper and dragged everything out with me, still wheezing from the dust. Allergies and all. They looked so innocent, simple toys and a simple, spiral-bound bunch of papers.

On it were scrawled at least twenty different cheat codes, but one had been scratched out with sharpie over where it had initially been drawn in with pen. This was confusing. But pen has a way of sticking around. The code was an unintelligible mess of letters and numbers, but the words next to it confused me. Even though it was only August and the temperature was still climbing to 90 degrees every day, a chill ran down my spine.

Did I dare…? I picked everything up and brought it to my room, and laid it out on the carpet in front of me with my own GBA next to it.

I was a 14 year old kid. Did I really want to tempt fate and risk ending up like him? I glared down at Lugia for awhile longer.

It took me almost 15 minutes to compose myself and turn it on. It started up normally. I left the sound on low, too afraid of what I might hear to keep it up the full way, and too curious to turn it the whole way off.

The title screen was normal, too. Lugia again, but somehow menacing despite my common sense telling me it was exactly the same picture as every other time I had started up the game. How bad could this be? I asked myself. His notes said Easter Egg. The menu came up… still absolutely normal.

Probably the result of his hacking fucking up his file, I thought. Well, whatever then… The game started up, and the first thing I noticed was the prolonged black screen. It took almost a minute for anything to change… and there was no sound at all. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up already, but it was too late to turn back.

Finally, a very dim sort of map came onto the screen… but it looked like static. What was going on? I squinted down and realized with a fearsome pang that it was actually the Mt. Silver map… but what I thought was static was heavy-falling snow. So this was where he had last saved his game.

Something about the sprites was… strange, though. They seemed sullen, in a way. Their colors seemed washed-out, and their expressions lacked the usual vigor they normally had.

I chalked this up to missing pixels or something, also due to the hacking…. The map had brightened up just a smidgeon when I closed out of the start menu. Something was off about him, too. In fact, now that I thought about it, he almost looked frostbitten. My stomach tightened, and I turned and tried to move back down the mountain.

As I hit the bottom of the screen, words popped up, and there was finally a sound — my sprite hitting an invisible wall. Once again, I tried to walk back down the mountain, and to my horror the words changed with every attempt. This last one sent a frigid feeling through my heart. There was no way down the mountain.

I had to climb. Turning the little sprite around, I moved him forward. No resistance at all, though my walking speed was oddly slow. What was truly weird was the lack of grass, of trainers, of anything at all but that white snow, which still blew across the screen and made it almost impossible to see. The static curtain of pixels grew thicker, so that I could barely make out the features of the map… but it seemed like the only way to move was straight ahead anyway.