Thread: A Boy and his Hypno  (Kaybee x Alty)

Leon had been living on the outskirts of Rustboro town for as long he could remember. Leon and his mother had been provided a small cottage on the edge of Route 116, where they'd spend most of their days harvesting berries from the nearby Cheri and Chesto trees that had been growing around the area, then selling them to a nearby store in the city to make their living. The labor wasn't all that bad, and living in the area had meant being able to explore Rustboro city on all of his frequent trips to stock up on supplies for their home. It was in Rustboro city that he'd made most of his closer friends, though most of them had aspirations of becoming the Hoenn region's finest trainer and would often leave the city and be acquainted with their first pokemon at Professor Birch's lab in the south. His name was Leon, nothing too out of the ordinary about the way he looked. He was almost so normal that he'd gotten picked on because of it. Pretty short for his age, with messy hair, and fairly pale skin. Leon never stood out and had frequently ghosted away in the middle of conversations. Though visiting Rustboro was fun, on nights where He'd been forced to stay home due to the weather or some other incident, he'd spend a lot of time day dreaming and becoming absorbed into his imaginative mind. Even sometimes having conversations with himself when he'd felt these imaginations become too vivid. Seeing as though so many of his friends had come and gone, most of his social life was fixated around the trainer school, and Roxanne's gym. He'd frequently be given the privilege to watch Roxanne in her pokemon battles, where he'd picked up on most of my trainer knowledge as his mother had still not allowed him to try enrolling at the school. His mom had lost her husband while he was away in a different region on an expedition to uncover fossil's of ancient pokemon, since that'd happen she wanted Leon to have nothing to do with traveling far and wide and exploring the region. Leon woken up early on my 14th birthday, expecting the day to pass just like any other. He was going to head into town and visit the general store to pick up some lumber, food, and other supplies that his mother had needed me to collect. But after, he knew he'd stop by the trainer academy to talk to Roxanne or look through some of the trainer manuals that had been in the lower levels. Leon collected his bag and bicycle and had set out to go into the main town. He saw them, every day he saw them. Since being Drowzee, he'd lived in the forest. It was a quiet wood, few predatory pokemon roamed there, it was easy to settle and sleep to the tune of raun drumming on his skin, to the sensation of cool breeze in the humid summers, beneath thick beds of leaves in the fall. He saw them dream, saw him dream, quiet small, human child with such vivid slumbering fantasies, the purest perfect sustenance. It was an odd silent parternership, neither knowing of the other, but both of them knowing the other. One could not consume the dreams of others without being a part of them in some way. After dreams, after change, he became stronger. They were growing, silently side-by-side. He supped of waking thoughts, and slowly they became linked, a fragile bond, small and easily broken at first, but growing stronger with each shared emotion, with each mutual contemplation. The thoughts did not even need to come from the bond itself, simply the resonance of minds, two beings independently coming to the same mental place, converging out of sheer similarity. After so long sharing the quiet hours of the night, it was easy. Without even realizing it, they shaped each other, thought alike, grew together. But he was changed, no longer the slumber dream eater, now a silent thought-melder. The human boy walked, and he followed. The bicycle was faster than Hypno could run, but Hypno did not need to see the boy to know where he was going, did not even need to rely on the memories of how often this trip was made. All he needed to do was follow their bond, trailing after him, fast as he could go.