When I got my Nintendo DS at age five, I got two games with it - LEGO Star Wars The Complete Saga, and Mario Vs. Donkey Kong 2: March of the Minis. I thought that if you died in the game, your character would be dead permanently and that you could never play the game again. I was playing Mario Vs DK when my Dad distracted me and I died.
I legitimately thought I could never play again, and I almost cried.
I had a nightmare about me admiring my Pokemon cards I was pathetic until I noticed some of my ultra rares were missing. I frantically flipped through the binder trying to find them, but to no avail. On the very last page, there was this Pikachu card:
Instead of Pikachu, the card said "PikZaka" I came to the conclusion that PikZaka stole my cards, and then I woke up.
I, in all seriousness, believed that there was an evil being named PikZaka who infiltrated my dream, and that he was trying to kill me.
Every time something bad happened, I blamed PikZaka.
You lost something? PikZaka took it.
The TV won't work? PikZaka's fault.
It got ridiculous, needless to say.
I started telling my friends, and while most of them made fun of me, a few actually believed that he was real. We would hunt for clues at recess everyday, hoping to find PikZaka to stop him. We found a little hole in the ground, probably about half a foot deep, and immediately came to the conclusion that it was PikZaka's den, and that if we camped out near it, we'd see him. I dragged my parents to school on a weekend just to see the den, and to try to catch a glimpse of PikZaka. my Mom would always say "Pokemon aren't real, y'know" Which made me really angry. He wasn't a Pokemon. He was a menace.
I told someone else about him, and he lied to me and said that he went to a museum and they had a statue of PikZaka himself, along with the legend explaining what he was, why he was here, etc. I was so relieved to hear that other people knew about PikZaka, and that others were probably trying to stop him too.
I ran into the guy who told me that a few years ago.
He doesn't remember me.
I don't know how long it took, but there finally came a point when I realized that there wasn't an evil Pikachu out to get me. I still joke about it with my parents to this day.