Mega Man X: Nerosectia (CreepyPasta)
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  • Reads 5,667
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  • Parts 15
  • Time 1h 10m
Complete, First published May 12, 2016
After I got a Mega Man X ROM Hack for the Super Nintendo, I put the cartridge in my portable SNES known as the "Supa Boy", and noticed that it wasn't the Mega Man X hack I expected it to be. The soundtracks were dark, and most of then were slightly familiar to me. So were the enemies. An antagonist in the game besides Sigma went after me through the entire game. I never thought it was trying to kill me in real life though... Especially my friends... It was up to me to rescue them in the game, and one person that is way more than a best friend...
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REMINDER: This is a fictional CreepyPasta written by me. All of the events that occurred in this story are not true.

Mega Man X, Mega Man Zero, Mega Man ZX and Mega Man ZX: Advent and its characters are property of Capcom and Inti-Creates.

The character "Nerosectic", and the cover has been created by me. 

The soundtracks used in this story do not belong to me. I give credit to Myuuji, Dracula9AntiChapel, MC Bushpig, and Demetori for the awesome soundtracks.
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