#hell bell creepypasta

[omori-headspace]

heres a beelze too. not that u care

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ok I wonder if anyone has requested a ask for the old man(hypno lullaby) because if then I will, imagine when reader who found the that the old man and when reaching the end of the game when reader has to sign the contract to the old man and when they do and when their soul has been taken instead of their soul it's the form of someone's soul and when the old man confronted the reader about they just tell him 'oh I am immortal and the reason you saw someone else is because I have different multiple souls from different times and places that I am holding within me'

Congrats for being the first! ^^

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"Would you mind telling me your name please..so that I may thank you properly?"

You simply stared at the paper and feathered quill pen Beelze floating in front of you, eyebrow raised in confusion. 

After the long journey you took to reach the Lost Tower and return his missing Pokémon, this old geezer wanted you to write your name down on some silly paper? 

Why?

Were you gonna get some kind of award for this? A diploma for assisting the elderly, perhaps?

Regardless, this seemed a little too old-fashioned even for someone like him.

“I mean..I can just tell you. I’m-”

"No, no. That won't be necessary." He put his hand up rather abruptly, silencing you, before his smile turned sincere. "You see, my friend...my memory is ever-fleeting. It’d be a real shame if I forgot the kind soul who brought Hell Bell back to me. Now go on. And make sure to put your real name. I can’t thank you with a false name, after all.”

‘Okay..weird..’ As you took the quill, your gaze briefly flickered to the shiny Bronzong floating beside him, staring back at you with an uncomfortable grimace.

It certainly didn’t seem like any normal Pokémon of its species...especially one with a name such as "Hell Bell" attached to it.

Not to mention how it outright demanded you via letters to bring it back to its master, refusing to leave your side no matter what you did.

Shrugging, you began writing on the signature line. The pen flowed smoothly across the paper, and the ink was bright red when you were finished. When Beelze requested that you blew on it to prevent any smudging, you obliged, watching as it turned a deep dark crimson.

Almost like blood.

“Thank you. You’ll be happy to know that you now belong to me.”

“Wait, wha-?”

"That's right, now that I have your name in writing..you've forfeited your soul without a second thought." The old man dropped the friendly façade, his smile growing eerie as the paper floated back into his grasp, revealing itself to be a contract.

A soul contract, to be precise.

"Go on, Hell Bell. It’s all yours for the taking.” He chuckled sinisterly, before looking back at you and shaking his head. “Oh you gullible little humans...if only you hadn’t cheated your way through the system, things may have turned out differently."

With a chime-like bellow, the Bronzong was swift to surround you with its metal arms, its red eyes glowing brighter.

You had nowhere to run as it ripped your soul right from your body; it took the shape of a life orb, and Beelze laughed when his Pokémon returned to his side and placed in his hands, admiring it.

However, Hell Bell took one last glance at you and realized...something was amiss.

You didn’t look scared, nor did you look like a lifeless husk of a person.

In fact you looked very much alive, not worried at all about what just transpired.

Eventually, Beelze noticed too and frowned slightly. “What's that funny look for? Don’t you realize what-?”

“Zong!”

“Hm? What is...wait...” Looking back at the soul in his hands, he could suddenly peer into it, catching glimpses of every thought, memory, and emotion associated with it. And when the contract absorbed it, only then did he come to a shocking realization:

You weren’t in any of them.

It showed someone else entirely.

“That’s impossible. How can this be..?” Bewildered, Beelze looked at the contract again, seeing the name you put down, before it finally dawned on him. “Ohh, I see. This isn’t your name, is it?" He scowled at you, seething red as his shaking hand tightened its hold on the paper. “You gave away someone else’s...you lied to me. Do you think this sort of forgery will go unpunished?!!”

“Woah easy there..you old coot.” With a chuckle, you threw yours hands up in mock surrender. “I just gave you a soul free of charge without you having to manipulate anyone into being your little errand boy for Hell Bell. You should be grateful.”

He blinked in disbelief, gritting his teeth. “What do you mean you just “gave me” a soul? Y-You...You can’t just do that!! No mortal can!!”

“You see, that’s where your mistake lies. I may look like a gullible human to you..but I’m nowhere near mortal.” Putting your hands down, you decided to give him the truth. “The twist is that I’m actually immortal. A soul-gatherer of sorts.”

“...what?”

“I know, a real shocker. But I’ve also been hopping across different worlds, holding lots of souls within me to strengthen myself. And I just so-happened to land in this one, where you made your intentions hilariously obvious from the start.” You looked at your surroundings. “I mean..the lava chamber, Hell Bell, your name..c’mon, you think I’m that stupid? That I wouldn’t catch on?”

For once, Beelze was left speechless, completely overwhelmed by all of these revelations. But nothing infuriated him more than the fact that he was deceived by you when you appeared so easy to trick--as dozens of others before you were.

"That’s outrageous. You can travel across different worlds?!” His eye twitched. “How?”

“I usually keep this a secret, but...let’s just say you’re not the only master of hacked Shiny Pokémon.” You brought out your pokedex, revealing to him a Shiny Dialga and a Shiny Palkia in your roster. “They showed up in the trading system, broken and in need of a home..so I gave them one. And they lent me their powers in return. No matter where I go, they’re always with me.”

Closing the dex, you sighed and stepped away from the duo, your smile never fading once. “Speaking of which, I think it’s best that I leave. That soul I gave you is of no use to me, so enjoy it! Goodbye, Hell Bell.” You waved farewell to the demonic Bronzong, who just awkwardly waved back, confused about the whole situation.

Beelze, on the other hand, was growing frantic, still having so many questions about your powers. 

But more importantly..he had to know how many souls you possessed. You didn’t need them. You were just being greedy! He needed them more.

“Wait! You...you can’t just leave after telling me all of that!! L-Let me take some of those souls off your hands!” He tried to bargain. “What do you want in exchange? A hundred masterballs? Money? I’ll give you whatever you want!”

“...sorry, only one per customer, pal.” You declined politely.

That seemed to set him off.

“NO!! I won’t let you get away!! You don’t deserve them!! HELL BELL!! IMPRISONMENT, NOW!!” He tried to command Hell Bell to stop you from leaving, only for its arms to swing right through your body as you suddenly vanished into thin air.

The old man cursed himself for letting you escape, scowling at the spot where you once stood before him.

But..he’ll give you credit for being able to trick him. You were clever.

[carnivart-core]

"Thank you, Miss. You’ll be happy to know that you now belong to me.”

-- Sorry guys it's 'obscure middle of the road in terms of quality Pokemon creepypasta' fanart time . Ol Beelze is a fun old sport

[gooberschmoober]

I had to say it

[unluckyxse7enart]

(Comic reads top > bottom, right > left) Some concept sketches I did for my own interpretation of the trainer Dust, from the pokepasta "Hell Bell"!

I feel like trying to focus on the story in a "pokemon is the real world for the characters" context runs a huge risk of flattening the base story, but I couldn't resist thinking about if Dust were their own entity for a second! I've even considered how I'd adapt the story to an in-game only context, it still loses the marvelous wall-breaking of the original but I feel like I did a decent job with the reframing! Maybe if I do more with Dust I'll post more about that... (or if anyone asks, too, I don't mind sharing ahfjsjf)

All that said... Pretty much the second I finished sketching Dust I was possessed with the desire to just. Oc-ify him for my own, so... It's entirely possible I'll just adapt him for my own stories outside of all of that! xD We'll have to see, I've been busy irl lately so it may be a while before anything makes it here...

[itsthundertime]

GHOUL STUFF FOR CURSE AND BLESSING, YIPPIE

[skkortysoup]

ding ding

[funtimespringscare101]

The Dad, His Son and Daughter, her therapy friend and their weirdass lesbian Pokémon pet.

Change my fucking mind.

[bepsimantheanomaly]

don’t ever buy no hypno’s lullaby from the gas station

[gengarghast]

I made a thing.

I could probably make more.

(Oh and also I did it here)

[nerospaceart]

Two Poor Soul . . .

[omori-headspace]

RING THE BELL.

TWO HOURS OF WORK. WHEW

beelze and hell bell NEED more fanart i swear to GOD i am on my KNEES

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

For whom the bell tolls

[onlythebeginningrp]

WANTED

[official-nina-hopkins]

Finding pokepasta-related fanworks is hard enough I know but, have you considered my pain and suffering at realizing I am the motherfucker that will have to start making fanart for the narrator's (I love you Angie Snow on MT Silver, always going to be famous in my heart)

[chaselocalyanderefan]

Drawing Internet Horror Characters for a Year

Day 125:

Beelze & Hell Bell