Here we are, once again, just like before, with yet another creepypasta.
This time with a part 2 to our list of the scariest Mega man Creepypastas.
This time focusing specifically on Trace: A Mega Man Ghost Story.
Lets just jump right in.
This creepypasta begins with our author sitting on their bed when their mum came in, asking
if they could go to the store and pick up some soda, giving them $10 to do so.
They did just that -- they picked up the soda and then contemplated what to do with the
rest of the money.
Opting to head to the goodwill close to their house.
They walked in, looking at all the glass cabinets, one of which contained a copy of Mega Man
3 for the NES.
It was in near perfect condition, with little to no wear.
They wanted $5.50 for it, so they grabbed -- incredibly satisfied with their decision.
However, as they were carrying it, they noticed a rattling sound coming from inside the case
-- not like a screw, but more like paper -- so they rushed home to see what it was.
They walked in the door, and went straight to their room.
Opening up the case, their theories were correct, inside was a folded up note, that looked as
though it was placed there fairly recently.
They opened it up, and it read, “Whatever you do, don’t let go of the controller.
Keep playing until the game is finished, but keep your guard up.”
Spooky.
They took the note into consideration -- knowing that they could easily beat Mega Man 3 in
less than 5 hours -- plus it was the weekend, so they had all day.
They pulled out their NES, and placed the game into the system.
Everything loaded up normally, so they figured the noted must have been some sort of joke
from the previous player.
They played on, with the game starting out with Needle Man, their starting point of choice.
They worked their way up until you have to beat the robot masters from Mega Man 2 -- before
they had to do go to the bathroom.
They were slightly paranoid about the note -- but nothing strange had happened yet, that
was until they tried to place the controller down.
A sharp pain went through the players hands, to their shoulders, before a voice from a
girl in here teens played from the speakers of the TV.
Stating, “STOP”.
A little scared, they quickly turned off the system and the TV and headed to the bathroom.
They came back and waited a little bit to turn the game on again -- unsure of what would
happen next.
They waited about an hour or so, before reluctantly turning on the game and picking up the controller.
The player started back at the stage select and tried setting the controller down once
again -- just to see if they were imagining anything.
Nothing happened, so they continued playing, starting with the bosses in Shadow Man’s
stage.
Everything was normal, until they player got to an enemy that wasn’t normally on that
screen.
It was one of the rabbit-things -- but it didn’t move.
It just sat there, looking at Mega.
The player went to jump over it, after about 2 minutes the player heard, “What’s wrong?
Am I so different from the others that you just ignore me and keep moving?”
The player ignored this and kept moving anyway.
The first gate came up, and they knew it would be against Wood Man -- and it was oddly easier
than before.
After they defeated the bot they headed to the gate to go into the second half of the
map.
It wouldn’t open -- they were trapped.
They stood in the room for about 30 seconds, before the player went to reset the game,
and then they heard the teleporting noise.
The rabbit was there -- they began to worry.
“You ignored me, and now you’re trapped here, just like me.
How does it feel?
Being restricted to move forward because of someone else?
It sucks, doesn’t it?”
The girl said.
“Who or what are you?”
the player shouted at the screen, not looking for an answer, until she gave them one.
“My name is Tracy.
I’ve been stuck here for so long, hoping someone would get me out, but everyone just
ignores me, and it makes me upset, so, I trap them here with me.”
The player began to freak, considering turning off the game and getting rid of the cartridge
for good.
It was only $6 after all, perhaps they could get their money back.
“Why do you keep thinking of getting rid of me?”
She had read the players mind somehow…”What did I ever do to you?”
She began to cry.
“All you people think about is what YOU want, and don’t pay any attention to me!
I was neglected by my parents, and never had any friends.
Everyone thought I was strange, and so different from everyone else.
I cried myself to sleep every night, hoping that one day, I’d have something that everyone
else had, but that never happened.
This game was my escape from the real world.
I always played it, day and night.
If I was at school, I’d think about coming home to it.
It was my only friend.”
The player began to tear up at her story, because they could relate.
“I know how you feel, Tracy.
I’ve been there before.”
“What do you know?!
You aren’t me, you don’t know what I went through!” -- she was angry now, and the
player could feel it through the controller; the pain getting stronger in their arms.
“You want to know what happened?” she finally said.
“My mother and father left me home alone one night to go drinking with their friends,
and I was sitting in my room, playing and feeling somewhat happy for once because I
didn’t have to hear them yelling at each other, or at me for no reason.
They came home at about midnight, came to my room and asked why the hell I was still
awake.
I didn’t answer immediately, and my mother came up to me and grabbed me by the collar
and threw me against the wall.
I could smell so much alcohol on her breath, so much, that I could almost tell exactly
what they had been drinking.
My back hurt and I was in a lot of pain, and they began yelling at me and telling me how
worthless I was, and how little I’d achieve in life, and how much they had wished I was
never born, and all these things just made me cry.
I screamed at them and told them to leave, and they didn’t, so I snapped.
I grabbed the closest thing to me that I could use, my controller, and beat my mother to
death, and then my father.
I sat there crying, and feeling a small amount of freedom, and that’s when I realized what
I had done.
I murdered my parents.
I truly had nothing left.
I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and killed myself.
I killed myself, and no one cared still.”
After hearing her story, there was silence -- but she was still sobbing.
The pain in the players arms was intense and the grip on the controller was so strong that
their hands began to bleed.
“Now you know.
That’s what happened to me.
Now, tell me, do you know what I’ve been through?
Have you been through the same thing?”
Before the player could answer she screamed “NO!
You’ll never, ever know what pain I’ve been through!”
The screen then went to black -- the player just sat there, trying to figure out what
to say, or do.
“Why me?
Why are you doing this to me?
I never hurt you, I never meant to meet you, but you put me through so much pain.
Why?!”
She didn’t answer for about 10 minutes, before finally responding “Why?...I wanted
a friend.
Stay with me?”
The player thought about it -- thought about what the consequences would be if they didn’t
listen to her.
Would they also be trapped.
They responded, “Yes...I’ll keep you here” “Good.
As long as you have this cartridge, I’ll be here.”
She sounded happy, and the player was relieved.
They turned off the console, pulled out the game, and held it in their hands.
In the end, Tracy was their only friend.
Everyone left them and ignored them, just like they had done to Tracy.
Well, there we have it!
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