I'm such a pitiful sight now, aren't I? Look at me...old, alone and full of regret. So much for the world's greatest pokemon trainer. I'm nothing more than a monster. I wish there was some way to go back to days of my youth and take back those words that sealed my fate.
Hm! You say you don't know me. I can't help but wonder if that's a good thing. You may not know my face, but surely you might have heard my name before? My name is Red. I was once declared the youngest champion in Kanto's history and the only one to hold the title for so long. But that title is a false one. I'm not a champion. I'm nothing more than a senile old man. I said something I shouldn't have. My mother always warned me that I should never make a wish out loud because someone might be listening.
Ah, so you do know who I am! That will surely save time. I'm guessing you've come to find me to ask me how I became the champion and how I managed to hold it. The tale is not a happy one and I am not eager to share it.
What's that? Speak up! Oh, you say you have time? That doesn't change anything! The horrors I have seen are not to be told to anyone. Besides, I wouldn't want to give a kid like you nightmares for the rest of your life.
You aren't scared easily?
Tell me something, do you believe in ghosts?
Perhaps you're brave to make such a statement...or very ignorant. But my time here is short. Since you seem to have a lot of gall and courage, and because you're a stupid little kid who doesn't know what you're in for, I'll tell you the story of how I, Red of Pallet Town, became the pokemon league champion at the age of ten.
When I was a wee youngster, I had a dream. I wanted to become the very best trainer in the world. I believed I could do it while I was still ten years old. But adults always sneered at me, telling me it was impossible. No kid had ever become the champion, much less a pokemon master, at such a young age. I still held onto that belief anyway, but I was annoyed at how many people shot down my dream.
So annoyed that...I declared, "I would sell my soul to become the best!"
And that's what happened.
The day I received a Charmander from Professor Oak was the day I realized I was being followed by a spirit. It showed itself to me after I stepped out of the lab.
I see that look on your face, you smug little brat. Wipe it off.
It seemed to look like a Gastly evolution. It didn't have a name but I simply called him Ghost. It had red eyes, a purple body and two weird hands floating in front of it. It wasn't any pokemon I had ever seen before in my books or at school, which excited me. I tried to show it to Professor Oak, but he couldn't see it. Ghost was only visible to me.
No matter. I decided to use Ghost in my very first battle outside of Pallet Town, which was on a wild Pidgey. I know I'll never forget that encounter. I sent Ghost out against it and used my Pokedex to help me. As surprising as it sounds, Ghost did have some data. It was a Spirit type and it knew only one move.
That horrible horrible move...Curse.
Ghost used Curse and the Pidgey had just...vanished. Right into thin air. I didn't know what had happened. All I knew was that Ghost put a scare into the Pidgey so badly, it didn't even want to fight back. Ghost had made it disappear. I could tell Ghost was strong and I realized I could achieve my dream after all.
I didn't know what really happened. Not until I got older.
Ghost made himself visible in all the battles I was in. When it cursed all the opponent's pokemon, it continued to pulse with dark energy and cackle. It even cursed the trainer. The trainer vanished, just like their pokemon. Whenever I looked back at where that trainer once stood, I always saw a tombstone.
But I was just a stupid little kid. I was winning. I could beat anyone - even the Elite Four - as long as I had Ghost. And pokemon don't kill people. That's what I thought anyway.
My journey through Kanto was short and easy. No one could stand up to Ghost. Not my rival, Blue, not Giovanni and not the Elite Four. I was crowned champion, something that made me so happy.
As I left the Indigo Plateau, Ghost had come out of its pokeball and faced me. It grinned and started to point at all the tombstones where I had seen the trainers I had battled. And for the first time...it spoke.
"We killed them..."
I had realized just what I had done. I really had sold my soul and this...thing...was proof of it. It fed on the souls of the people and pokemon I ordered it to use Curse on.
I couldn't face myself. I couldn't face anyone. I had killed so many innocent people and pokemon...all to become a master. Suddenly my dream wasn't as important as being alive. Kanto had become so barren after my journey. I feel like I'm the only one left...
Oh...no...no no no...GET OUT! GET OUT OF HERE!
Don't look at me like I'm crazy! Just get out!
It's coming...it knows I've told our story...if you value your life, RUN!
I've been expecting you, Ghost.
It's my turn now, isn't it? My turn to be cursed?
I'm not ready! Damn you, I wanted to live a life! I still have some life in me!
Argh...my heart...I can't...physically...touch you...
Wait...NO! NOT CURSE! NO!
G h o s t c u r s e s y o u, ...