Pastamon Generator!

This is a compilation page for a random generator made to generate Pastamon, and the micro-Pokepastas people have written using it as inspiration!

 The generator is here  and was created by Netscapenavigaytor. You're allowed to freely use it for inspiration and don't have to give credit if you use a concept from it in your own story, though I love to see what people manage to make with it!

Now, as for how the rest of this page works- The formatting works like this:

Micropasta Title (can simply be left "Untitled" if you so desire)
Written by [Name] (with a link to your userpage, whether here or offsite. Or left anonymous, if you so desire.)

The contents of the micropasta itself! There are few rules for what the content has to entail, other than that it is kept short - the majority of 'pastas here have been written to fit within 2000 characters max (the maximum length of a single Discord message) which isn't necessarily a hard and fast rule, but definitely stay somewhere in that ballpark. This compilation is for micropastas, after all.

Not to say you can't write full length Pokepastas with the generator as inspiration - but if you did, don't you think it'd be far better to give it its own dedicated page instead of putting it on a compilation page?

Then, finally, after the micropasta, add either a screencap of the prompt you used (preferrably cropped to the result itself for ease of viewing) or a transcription of the prompt, and you're done!:

OR, ALTERNATIVELY

"A demon in the form of a envious Glaceon. Out of foolishness, they have caused the deaths of all the other player's pokemon."

(final note: with all that said, have fun!)

Divine Justice
Written by Netscapenavigaytor

I was judgement, once.

I had taken on many forms. Shifting, hiding. I had followed him through the data, watching him through the screen. In the forms I took, I was nothing more than pixels on a screen. I would never have been suspected as anything else.

But I was watching. And it was my heavenly duty to pass judgement.

And so, I did.

The form of a Mienfoo was the last one I had taken on. I had seen through my digital eyes the way the judged had treated his other Pokemon. They were regarded with apathy, cruelty, only tools to be used and discarded as needed. Amongst them, as the same kind of being, they felt like kin to me. I felt a righteous fury at their suffering. In my divine anger, I had forgotten they were not as real to him.

My biased judgement came sharp and swift. An ordinary day, like any other, the judged had come to play the game and take out his frustrations on the other Pokemon. He had never gotten the chance.

My light burned blinding, white-hot out of the screen, tearing into his eyes, tearing into his soul, lighting the room aflame with a holy glow. When it had dimmed, his body lay slumped over and hollow. He had been given no due trial.

With satisfaction, I emerged from the world I had immersed myself in, and fluttered back to Heaven without a second thought until my next duty was announced.

But, there, as I awaited my next task, I felt my mind begin to stiffen with doubt. Around me, my fellow angels spoke of mortals dismissively, lazily. They spoke of their folly and misery as if it was entertainment. Like they were characters in a game.

And, to us, beings on such a higher plane of existence... they almost were.

The one I had judged had been given no chance to repent. He had never been warned of the harm he had wrought. I had simply snuffed him out in an instant. I had done nothing to aid those who would be left behind by his absence.

And yet, I was congratulated for a job well done.

Was this really divine justice?

Eroded Friendship
Written by Agent Zero/SuperSonic6299

I…back?

I see Master…Master is chanting something. Why me hurt so much…Why me feel so weak? Is…is Master the one? No…No. That cannot be…They love me too much…They never do this.

I see others…Two-Tailed One…Orange-Zappy One…Flying One…Why they all staring at me? They think me threat? They…They not trust me, anymore? Why…Why!? I supposed to be strongest! MOST LOVED ONE!!

If Master no trust me…I no trust Master. And if I no trust Master…I no trust THEM.

Two-Tailed One now No-Tailed One…Orange-Zappy One make sparks no more…Flying One not able to fly now…

Now…Master must chant no more…

Then…I be happy.

Child
Written by Feeni3

I’m supposed to be a demon. I’m supposed to have taken this player’s soul for my bosses, then move onto the next, but...

I arrived in a Sylveon vessel. I made myself look as desirable as possible to trainers—high stats, high EVs and IVs, optimal nature and moveset…everyone would want someone as powerful as me.

But then the player put me in this daycare with a Ditto. A couple of hours later, the game created an egg based off our data, and I panicked. This wasn’t supposed to happen, I wasn’t even a real Sylveon!

So I took the egg and ran. I don’t know if this egg will hatch or what might come out, but I can’t let the player have it. Hell, forget my bosses, they’re not getting their hands on this child either.

There has to be a sanctuary for us somewhere, right?

''A demon in the form of an innocent and angelic Sylveon. They work to keep some kind of glitch contained.''

Stay With Me!
Written by Feeni3

Look, I swear I don’t mean to harm them! But a human is real fragile, I can’t just leave them alone!

Okay, so constantly shoving myself to the front might have been stupid (especially with the Mauville gym. Ow ow ow ow.), but it was for a good cause, I swear! I want to be strong enough to protect them!

They looked so long for me, and they were so happy to find me, I couldn’t just leave them alone when they left for Sinnoh!

I really don’t want to lose them. I really don’t. I’m scared they’ll release me once they realize I didn’t follow them the usual way.

Please let me stay by you.

''A well-meaning and shiny Taillow who was added to the game by a rogue programmer. They follow the player across every game they play.''

Nature's Madness
Written by Agent Zero/SuperSonic6299

I can feel them. They’re everywhere. My bones ache, my muscles strain, and I see nothing but red and black. Nature was supposed to be my home, my fortress. A place that granted me power and a comfortable rest.

Now…it’s nothing short of a torture device.

Every step I take feels like a century, 100 years of never-ending pain and suffocation. Eventually, my bones break, but I don’t even notice through the pain of my vines pulling me back together.

These damned vines…they keep me prisoner in this eternal torment. They leave me just aware enough to try and cry out for help but clog my decayed lungs enough that I physically can’t.

I try to scream for the pain to end, but no one hears me. Instead, they are often met with swarms of insects that make my veins their home. Often, it’s the maggots that trickle out alongside whatever blood is left in my shambling body.

I’ve tried to call out to the flora around me, but nothing responds. It’s almost as if I’m an anomaly to them, an error that is passed over in the hopes that it won’t cause too much damage.

No matter what I do, I can’t die. Whether it’s because my mind isn’t ready to leave or because nature won’t let me…I yearn for sweet release.

Whatever comes after will be a heavenly asylum compared to this.

Hellish Regrets
Written by Agent Zero/SuperSonic6299

Looking up at their face, I can see their warm, unknowing smile, fawning over my Drilbur-like veil. So innocent, unaware of my true nature as a spawn of Hell. It’s as if all my birthdays have come at once. They truly are the perfect target.

If this is the case, why do I feel so odd…?

They pick me up lightly, carefully so as not to scratch my claws. As they nuzzle their face against mine, I feel warm inside. It’s as if everything that I wanted has come to me all at once. I feel full and fulfilled; something that I didn’t think at all possible.

They carefully set me down, still smiling at me. Suddenly, I’m overcome with anger and time slows to a crawl. They don’t notice the Seviper creeping in the grass behind them. They don’t see me dash past them. They don’t see me jamming my claws into the Seviper’s chest, tearing out a small, lavender orb.

I swallow it greedily. Now I’m full.

I hear them call out to me and suddenly, I feel ashamed. They see me as something innocent. Something that can do no serious harm. I jump out of the grass and look up at them with…tears in my eyes? They pick me up again, hugging me tightly. Slowly, the tears begin to flow. Maybe I should play this role more seriously. Maybe their feelings for me can keep me full.

Maybe…maybe I don’t want to be the bad guy anymore.

A Quiet Soul
Written by Agent Zero/SuperSonic6299

(Just…need to stay positive! That’s it!)

I’m sure that everyone goes through periods of negativity like this. It just feels so empty…so empty. It’s like there’s a void in my stomach.

(No! Positive thoughts!)

It’s so hard to keep this smile up. I just can’t help but be reminded that my very core is gone. It’s gone…all because they left me behind in this box.

(Why is this so hard to keep up!?)

The others are crowding around me. They seem concerned for my well-being. If I still had my soul, I’d be ok with this. But now…

I can’t help it…There’s too much noise around me.

(They love you! You know this!)

But do they, really…?

They only saw what I truly was for about three seconds. Three seconds before my deafening screams froze them right where they were. Their bodies went pale, their skin grew cold, and the spark that gave them life disappeared.

(Now…)

They give me life! I know master left me to go to Unova, but that won’t stop me! I’ll find them! Whatever it takes, I’ll show them just how much soul I can put into a fight!

(Right before I take back mine…and theirs.)

Requiem For a Hero
Written by Agent Zero/SuperSonic6299

So many people and Pokemon here to pay their respects. They don’t even know me and yet they pile in as if it were the end of the world. So many just wanting to say a few words. As well as him…My friend.

Those tears in his eye betray his true feelings. He knows that I’m supposed to be long gone, yet he still can’t bring himself to accept it. It sickens me…yet is also oddly comforting to know that he truly misses me so.

It was a nice service but, in the end, I’m destined to become nothing more than a memory to these people. Why they waste their time eulogizing fallen friends and family confuses me to no end.

I then heard those fateful words. My friend was going to be going on a journey. A trip of remembrance, he says. How droll.

If so…why do I feel so sad?

As I see him leave, I suddenly feel sick to my stomach. I call to him.

Nothing.

I call again and still he keeps walking.

At this point, I scream his name and my words seemingly reach him through the void. He looks back to see me, his faithful partner, stern-faced and ready to follow him wherever the wind takes us. He lets out a smile with tears in his eyes.

As I walk over to him and nuzzle his face, his crying lessens and he looks into my now tear-filled, ethereal eyes. I’m about ready to collapse into a sobbing heap on him, but his voice reaches me, letting me know that our time together was not yet at an end.

“Vivi, please don’t look at me with those tears. After all…”

My words find a foothold as I finish his thought,

“A smile better suits a hero”.

My House of Pain
Written by Agent Zero/SuperSonic6299

As my eyes slowly open, I see nothing but red and pink. Memories of the recent past flood my mind as I stretch my many legs. It was almost time for me to evolve. Time for me to ascend to greater heights. And ascend I would have if not for those bastards Armaldo and Sharpedo.

Those were always my trainer’s favorites. After they were caught, I pretty much flew under the radar, never being used, but slowly gaining more and more experience. I grew stronger and stronger until I was finally of some use to them. Even still, the other two were always the first choice, which aggravated me to my core.

Leaving unfortunate memories behind I walk to another section of my rather spacious cocoon, seeing that the walls seemed to be breaking down. This irritated me immensely as my cocoon was already about to split open. I wasn’t even fully evolved yet!

I feel a poke at one of my legs and see one of my miniature, ever present friends. He seemed to love the walls of the cocoon, having moved in unexpectedly and taking advantage of the place without my knowledge. I sighed, knowing that if he was here, then the rest of his friends would show up sooner or later.

Knowing what I had to do, I waltzed over to the softest wall of the enclosure and rammed my horn into it, slicing through the walls and carving my way out of my cocoon. I soon emerged, staining the ground and myself in red. I looked back to see Sharpedo’s stark white eyes. The sight should have made me angry; disgusted me even.

Instead, it filled me with a sense of happiness that could not be matched!

“Sorry, Sharpedo. Looks like you just weren’t cut out for me. Maybe Armaldo has what I need to evolve. I do hope my new friends like you, though.”

As I happily watched the maggots crawl towards my former abode, I turned my attention to Armaldo, his body limp and eyes devoid of color. Perhaps he could have what I need to evolve further!