My Creepypasta Book

Brothers To The End

This was a surreal and horrifying experience for me. However, I now know that it was just someone trying to give me a message and not just a demon or ghost haunting me. 

It it had all started 3 months ago. I was in high school and I was in Advisory (basically, a break in-between lunch). Everyone was being loud and obnoxious as usual while I just sat there and watched some YouTube videos on my school laptop. 

Needless to say, I had grown extremely bored and annoyed, mostly thanks to the ruckus of my fellow classmates. Soon, an idea had popped into my head!

My friend, who will be called N to protect her privacy, had recently drew me a Pikachu with a red scarf that looked awesome. As soon as she gave it to me, I had started to go back to the video I was watching, but then N gave me a suggestion. "Why don't you look up a picture of one and draw it?" she had said. 

At first, I had laughed and said I wasn't a very good drawer, but then she had said that drawing was easy. It was apparently just "trial and error" as she put it. I had begun thinking about it over the days and soon I popped on my favorite music, found a picture and began drawing.

Advisory was going to end soon, so I would have to finish it at home or when I had extra time in school. Soon, I had finished the picture at the end of the school day and when I got home, I had shown my parents and my sister. Keep in mind that I am not a good drawer and this was the best thing I ever drawn. 

It was a Pikachu that was looking forward with a frown and a fang hanging out of his mouth. He had a tuft of hair over his left eye. He also had red wristbands. I had decided to nickname him X.

They had asked me how I had did that and I had told them what my friend said, it's all just "trial and error". They had said they were proud of me, even my sister was impressed which is awesome to me since she is very annoying. 

I had kept X with me where ever I had went, be it to school, out-of-state or at home, I kept X tucked in my pocket. I had loved him more than just a drawing...he was like the brother I never had...

Than, I did something I will never forgive myself for.

It was any regular day in school and I was showing people the Pikachu I had drawn and they were impressed. They were impressed with something I did. I was one of the guys who was always bullied in Elementary and Jr. High school, so this was a big deal for me. I had begun thinking how could I show my picture to more people and soon, an idea popped into my head. 

My World Affairs teacher loves to get drawings so I thought I would give it to him. When he said he would hang it on the classroom wall, I was ecstatic. It was the 1st time I had given a teacher one of my drawings.

"Ok, buddy", I had said to him. "I hope you enjoy being known throughout the school!" For a second, I had sworn that I had heard a "Pika!" I quickly shook the thought away, attributing it to overactive imagination. 

When the teacher had hung that picture next to the others, I had felt proud of myself for doing this and felt that X would be in a better place. The rest of the day had went as normal after that and people all around the school had said the liked the picture. For once, I had felt like I was popular and loved the feeling.

That feeling was short-lived...

After about a week or so, I started to feel depressed and for some reason I couldn't tell why. Soon, I had started thinking. Maybe X isn't feeling so happy. Than, the guilt started to kill me! I just had to get that picture back!