[Miles Calvin}
It was three in the morning.
Three in the morning and Miles was sound asleep in the nice, cozy little place he'd managed to snag for a cheap price. He planned on waking up some time around noon, bright and early, to start his journey into the unknown wilderness. Well, first he planned on finding someone to go with him. He wasn't sure how long he would be gone and the last person he'd dragged around with him couldn't follow him to the Islands. Something about their grandma dying or...their Houndoom's grandma dying...or someone's grandmother dying, he didn't really catch the details, but it sounded like a good enough excuse to go back to wherever they needed to be. Miles wasn't that concerned about it, though. He'd always been good at picking people up along the way and traveling with them. Sometimes they didn't even know it!
Still, somehow, someway, no matter how hard Miles tried, he always ended up alone like this. Sure, he had his Pokemon with him, but what good did they do? ...Okay, so if he had to admit, in all honesty, they weren't terrible traveling partners, especially Burn. Burn was his favorite. Burn was smart and strong and loyal and brave and everything that he needed to be to be a good Pokemon. The others weren't terrible either considering they were good enough for him to consider having in his party, but they weren't as good as Burn. They weren't as good as they should be. Regardless of the company his Pokemon brought, Miles would still rather have people. Pokemon understand human talk, but they still weren't very good to have conversations with. They didn't speak the same language. It was just...lonely.
"Griiiiiiim."
A ghastly illuminated face with a blood-thirsty grin flashed across the vision of his mind all of a sudden. Miles woke with a start, shouting in surprise and gripping his chest as if it would keep his heart from jumping out of it. He looked around the dark room, breathing heavily, looking desperately for the face that infected his dreams and turned them into nightmares. After a few startled seconds, the real world settled down around him and he realized that he was awake and that there was no giant, glowing, scary face out to get him. "Right. I'm stupid." And tired. It was three in the morning and he needed to get back to sleep. It was just a...
"Grrriiiiiiiiimmm."
"Shit!"
Miles was out of that bed faster than he would of been if someone pricked him with a needle. He was out of the bed and out of the room, down the hall, and right past the--"Griiiiiim." Okay, not the back door. The back door was blocked. Bad idea. Abort mission, spin around, abort abort abort, jeezus I am going to die. I am going to die in this building and I am going to pee on myself and the world is going to melt into oblivion and--oh my god am I dreaming? Why is this happening to me?! Miles was able to successfully make his way back through the building and out through the front door. He was yards down the road before he realized he was out in the middle of the street in his pajamas at three in the morning being chased by...nothing. There wasn't anything there. He was...being...paranoid. He was...being stupid. There wasn't anything there.
And just like that, there it was. The face was back, but it was worse than it'd ever been before. Miles stared on as the face blocked his path from getting into the building, back into safety. He could see it more clearly now. It definitely had a faint purple glow with large, narrowed red eyes and a glasglow smile that had blood dripping from its fangs. He took a step back as the face levitated just slightly closer to him. It was as if it were waiting for him to make a move. It was staring him down. It was going to eat his heart out if he didn't go anywhere right this very instant, but Miles found himself too scared to move. Then the face opened its huge, gaping mouth and chomped down again and he swore he could hear his own bones crunching between them. But maybe that was just his imagination getting away from him. Was this a Pokemon?? Why was this happening to him? He didn't even do anything! He was sleeping! It's three in the morning! He just wanted to go back in his nice, warm, comfy bed and go back to sleep. He didn't have any of his Pokemon on him. He was barefoot and in his pajamas. Nobody was even awa...
There was a flickering light not too far away that he caught from the corner of his eye. Not too far down the street, through the clear windows of the PokeCenter, Miles could see a television flickering away. He couldn't make out much more than that considering the darkness and the distance, but where a tv was playing, somebody had to be up watching it. Right? Of course. Yeah. Right!
"GRIIIIIIM!"
Nearly jumping out of his skin, Miles didn't wait for the face to get any closer. He turned on his heel and ran straight for the building, panting as he burst inside only a short minute later. He was so glad it was left unlocked. Once inside, he slammed the double doors shut and slid to the floor to catch his breath, closing his eyes to concentrate on not having a total panic attack. Gone. It was gone. Whatever it was was gone now and he was going to be okay. Miles opened his eyes and...met the face eye-to-eye. He screamed, but instead of devouring his face whole like he swore it was going to do, the face started laughing. It was a dark, gurgly sound that didn't so much as unnerve him as it did confuse him. As the face bounced with laughter, a body grew around it, short, stubby, and purple. And--
Oh, no, you're kidding. "You little..." He couldn't even think of an insult great enough to express how angry he was. "Freak. You stupid, no good, creepy little freak!" Miles got to his feet, hardly acknowledging the others in the room, and made a grab for the Gengar that was rolling on the floor laughing. The Gengar disappeared in time to save itself, however, sending its trainer to the ground. Miles was so mad that he didn't even know what to do with himself. "I hate you! I'm going to kill you, you little creep!" How did it get out of its Pokeball?! He thought he had that stupid freak locked up to avoid situations like these! This wasn't the first time the mischievous prick scared him out of his dreams and out of his bed at a god-awful time in the night.
With a loud, frustrated sigh, Miles picked himself up and looked over at the others in the room, just now acknowledging their existences. God, he probably looked like such a stupid idiot. He was in his pajamas for Arceus' sake. He didn't even have shoes on. Or any of his Pokemon. Well, besides Freak. Wherever he was. Probably watching him from the darkness and laughing. If he thought releasing Freak would do him any good, then Miles would have done it ages ago, but he knew that it'd just follow him anyway. "What're you all looking at? It's three in the morning, go to sleep or something like normal people." He noticed the Gengar floating above the red-haired boy's head and went up to the guy, ignoring him to glare up at the violet Pokemon. "I will kill you, so help me. It's three in the morning."