[Miles Calvin}
Oh, he was going to get that little ghostly prick if it was the last thing he ever did; and knowing Freak, it just might be. At this point, after countless nights of sleep throughout their time together, Miles wouldn't be all too surprised if his stupid little ghost drove him to his death someday. Maybe he'd run right off a cliff or right into the wilderness where he'd be lost and alone forever, or maybe he'd snap and lose sight of the line between reality and nightmares and end up wasting away in a closet like some sort of mental case. He was small and unimportant and without caring friends or family. Nobody would go looking for him. He would be stuck in that closet tearing at his hair, rocking back and fourth for the rest of the life and the last thing he'd see is that stupid fucking Gengar.
Miles was too busy trying to grow an extra foot in the span of a second so he could reach that stupid Freak floating over Patchy's head to really acknowledge any of the people or Pokemon specifically. He eventually grew tired standing on his tip-toes, however, and was forced to face them all equally, eyes landing on them all, but lingering on Pinky. S'that a girl or a guy? Jeezus, we've got more weirdos in this area than I even thought. Not to mention the people running the shabby hotel he'd been staying in. It was some really old couple that he swore were going to die any given moment. It should be illegal to be that old and still alive. And their minds were gone with their bodies. All the old guy ever talked about was stuff from his childhood that Miles was almost a hundred percent sure didn't actually happen and the old lady came up to his room six times in an hour asking him if he needed anything because she apparently forgot that she was just there two seconds ago.
He felt something press against him and he glared down at the hand of an Alakazam. Strong Pokemon, but not entirely unique. No interest. "Guys, look...I really don't think he's going to hurt me. C'mon, all of you, back down." Miles rolled his eyes. As if he was scared of some lame group of Pokemon anyway. Who was this guy anyway? Nobody famous. Was he? Hm, that could be pretty cool. He guessed he was just being kind of cranky since it was past three in the morning and he'd been forcibly woken up on the wrong side of the bed. "Huh. Busy place for three in the morning, when normal people are supposed to sleep. Guess none of us are normal." Who're you calling not normal, Patchy the Pirate? "Well, save for pajama-boy here." Miles blew out his cheeks, glaring at the guy, but not bothering to shoot out a comeback.
“Y’know something kid, you told us that we should be sleeping…but of the lot, you look to be the one most ready for that since you’re still in your sleepwear.” Pinky spoke up and Miles barked out a bitter laugh, rolling his eyes and waving her off with a scoff. He looked back up above Patchy's head and realized Freak was no longer floating there. He started looking around the area, but couldn't find the little prick, so he stayed on his guard. Now that he knew it was just Freak and not some monster formed from his nightmares, Miles wasn't afraid of it. Right now, all he really wanted to do was go back to the hotel, pack all his stuff, and leave early. Who cared? It was the next day anyway and now that he was all wired up, he wasn't really tired enough to sleep anymore. He wouldn't trust sleeping again after all this anyway.
"Oh! Hah! Ha. Ha. Ha. I get it! Because I'm wearing pajamas and it's night time! Great jokes, people! Did the parents that abandoned you people tell you what great comedians you are?" Oh, wow, yeah, he was definitely cranky. Okay, maybe he could tone it down a little but he certainly wasn't going to apologize. They started it. He jumped at the sudden sound of the medical equipment starting up and he looked over his shoulder to see who was using it. If it was a Nurse Joy, he was going to leave Freak with her. Forever. Let the little prick be her problem. He wanted to ask the guy what he was doing, but that was probably obvious. He was healing his Pokemon. But he was healing them without the assistance of a nurse. Just who appointed him Mr. High and Mighty rulebreaker of the PokeCenter?
What really kept Miles from saying anything was seeing Freak waiting for the guy above the absol when the guy hopped back to the right side of the counter. He scowled at it, shooting Pinky and Patchy a quick look before going over to it and grabbing it. Freak yelped and disappeared from his arms and Miles stomped childishly on the ground. "Okay, all three of you. I will give you sweet cash if you can catch me that stupid freak of a Pokemon." He snapped his fingers. "Come on, snap snap, get to it. Winner wins all. We don't have all night, ladies."