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A not quite creepypasta

It was a rainy November evening, it somehow was a lot colder than it usually is this time of year, but that could be explained by the coming climate catastrophe causing temperatures that are extremely cold as well as extremely hot, making the term global warming a bit misleading and giving conspiracy terrorists "arguments" whenever it snows; but I digress.

Well, on this cold November evening a little girl's mother came home from a yard sale and surprised her daughter with a copy of Pokemon Blue.
The girl was really hyped about finally being able to play this gaming classic but something was a bit off. She couldn't actually understand the text on the cartridge.
In order to soothe her mind she told herself: "Well, it's probably just some reproduction card, real ones are increasingly rare to find these days. Doesn't matter to me."

But when she turned the game on the horrible secret of this cartridge could no longer be explained away. The game was in french!
Back when this game came out storage space limitation made it so that only one language could be stored in a cart so there was no way to change this.

Not going to pass on an opportunity to experience this gaming classic, the girl played through the game, without understand a word of what was said.
She even managed to beat the elite four. But then.. not knowing what the person standing in front of the cave in Cerulean City had been saying.. she thought she had finished the game and sold it at another yard sale -never catching mewtwo.