Noble Town

Noble Town

Summary: Following a rash of child suicides allegedly caused by the circulation of an old Game Boy game called Noble Town, two grown siblings decide to debunk the legend of Kid Zero – the first child that played the game and committed suicide before he finished it – by finishing the game in his abandoned bedroom. But the Town loves visitors. Inspired by the Lavender Town Creepypasta.

A/N: If you don’t know the disturbing history of the Lavender Town Tone (LTS) phenomenon surrounding the first Pokemon games that came out in Japan in 1996, visit the Creepypasta Wiki and read up. I have borrowed certain elements and incorporated them into my own creative vision. If you don’t plan on sleeping tonight, you can check out some of the other stories they have on there. If people like this, I’ll write another story based on another popular Creepypasta – perhaps of the reader’s choice. :P

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Chapter 1 - Migraine

By Melanie’s locker a group of kids are murmuring. They’re huddled in a circle, their shoulders barring entry to prying eyes.

Melanie closes her locker and looks over.

“What are you guys doing?”

None of them answer her. One of them glances back quick but refocuses attention on the group.

They loosen, and all eyes are on her now.

Melanie stills. Her attention moves to the object in the boy’s hand, apparently one worthy of intense scrutiny.

“Is that a DS?”

“No, it’s a Game Boy.” Jayden Thompson answers. Their stares are fixated on her in quiet intent.

“Do you want me to keep a secret or something?”

“No secret.” He shakes his head.

Melanie looks to the Game Boy, and back to Jayden and the children flagging him on either side. She shifts, uneasy. “Are you trying to sell it?”

“No. I just want to see who has the balls to finish this game.”

“What game?”

“It’s called Noble Town.”

Jayden flips the Game Boy over and takes the cartridge out of the bottom slot. “Here.”

“It’s –” Corey Wagner begins, but Jayden holds up his hand.

“Don’t say anything. Just don’t tell her anything.”

Jayden places it in the palm of her hand. She purses her lips. The cartridge is neon blue, see-through, and has no title, save for a strip of thin duct tape pasted over the face of the game. ‘Noble Town’, it says, in loopy, elementary school script, written in black permanent marker.

A scoff. “This is a bootleg,” she dismisses, and hands it back. But Jayden folds his palm over her fingers, closing them over the cartridge. “Don’t judge it before you play it. It’s not a bootleg. It’s a copy.”

“So you dare me, then?” Melanie smirks.

Jayden blinks dismissively, and shrugs.

“If you see it that way.”

“What’s so special about this game? Is it scary?”

“I don’t wanna tell you anything about it.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to ruin it for you.”

“Have you beaten it?”