Hypno
The Hypnosis Pokemon
There are stories of this Pokemon stealing away children into the night and haunting the dreams of the children's loved ones, but who first told that story is unknown.
Lately I've been interested in CreepyPasta, so I decided to look for Pokemon stuff. First thing that caught my eye was the song Hypno's Lullaby.
After watching it to the end, I found myself appalled by how people assume that it is an evil Pokemon. Well enough is enough I said to myself, as I opened up my Microsoft Word on my computer and began on what I believe will be the most surprising thing I thing anyone will ever see my write; a tragedy.
I swear upon my copy of Pokemon White 2, that until I have finished this story and have finally gotten rid of Hypno's bed reputation, I will not update any other story I've already posted.
If any of you are asking yourself right now, "Wait… Why Hypno and not something cool like Garchomp?" I'll tell you why, because I'm so sick of Hypno being the bad guy in everybody's eyes, and who knows, maybe the creators of Pokemon will feel so inspired by my story that they'll totally debunk the 'Hypno's a Kidnapper' story and replace it with something nicer.
This story will take place on Three Island, which those of you who have played Pokemon FireRed or LeafGreen probably remember as where you found the Game Shop owner's daughter and saved her from the 'Scary Pokemon' that has been scaring her to no end. In this story, I'm going to tell you what I believe really happened that gave Hypno such a horrific story. But first…
I, oath-keeper95, do not own anything related to Pokemon but some copies of a few games and some cards. This story is a work of fiction and I apologize if it scares anybody.
I hope you enjoy.
The Tale of Hypno Part 1: Meet Drowzee.
Welcome to Sevii Preschool, where children attend and learn. Today, the school is going on a hike through Berry Forest to find berries for their annual 'Berry Pickers Contest'.
The teacher stood before a group of children as she held a board of paper. "Now everyone, before we begin the contest I'm going to take role." she said as the children raised their voice in agreement. "Johnny."
"Here."
"Michael."
"Here."
"Daisy."
As the teacher continued, a little girl was looking towards the forest. "I wonder what kind of berries I'll find this year." she thought to herself.
"Sarah." the teacher waited for a response before she cleared her voice. "Sarah!" This time the girl heard her.
"Yes?" she asked the teacher with a sleepy sounding voice.
"I'm sorry if I'm boring you, but I'm doing this so that everyone remains safe." she said as she continued down the list.
"Mary."
"Here."
"George."
Later that day as the class walked across the bridge that connected the island to the forest. Three of the female students were talking about something.
"That Sarah's always such an airhead." the first girl said.
The other two nodded in agreement. "She's so lazy, and rarely attends classes." the second girl said.
"I wager that her brain's been eaten by a Venomoth in the forest." the third one said as the three girls walked past Sarah, who had been listening in on their story the entire time.
She had a face of sorrow. "Ever wonder why I don't attend class?" she thought to herself as she began to lag behind the group and eventually stopped, her eyes full of tears. She knew that she wasn't like the others, who were happy with their life as it was. She had always wanted to a trainer ever since she first laid eyes on a Pokemon. "I wish that I had someone who could understand how I feel." she said, chocking as she spoke. After a while of self pity, she wiped her eyes and realized that she was alone. She looked around scared, looking for anybody, but still she found no one. "Hello? Teacher? Anybody?" she said with a trembling voice as she heard a rustling in the bushes behind her. She turned slowly and saw a wild Persian glaring at her. Hearing another rustle behind her, she turned again to see another Persian looking at her. She watched helplessly, as one by one Persian began to surround her. Knowing how dangerous Persian can be from one of the lessons that the teacher had given, Sarah knew that a group of Persian would be enough to kill a Blastoise without much trouble. As they drew closer to her, she tried to scream for help, but she was paralyzed with fear. As the Persian began to crouch, she began to feel like the only thing she could do was wait to perish.
She closed her eyes tightly, awaiting the feeling of claws, but strangely, it didn't come. Curious as to why she was alive, she opened her eyes to see the Persians that were about to pounce on her were frozen in mid-air. She wondered why when she realized that there was somebody nearby that had their arms raised in the direction of the Persians. She looked at the figure, but couldn't make it out because it was covered by the dark shadow of a tree. All she was able to see was a small, circular body with brown legs and yellow feet. "Drowzee." it said, as if it was advising her to get behind it. Sarah, now able to feel her legs, ran as fast as she could to the stranger. When she reached him and was hidden behind him, the stranger dropped his arms and the Persians were moving again. Looking around for their prey that had gone missing, they saw her hiding behind the stranger and began creeping towards them.
Sarah looked in horror as they approached but then turned her attention to the stranger, and to her surprise, he actually had a look of confidence on his face. As the Persians crouched down in preparation to pounce, the stranger raised his hands towards them and began to chant. "Drrrowwwzeee. Drrrowwwzeee. Drrrowwwzeee. Drrrowwwzeee." the figure chanted, as it waved its arms up and down. Wondering what he was doing, Sarah turned back to the Persians to see that they were beginning to stager sleepily. That's when it hit her.
"A Pokemon." she said aloud as the Pokemon finished with a single clap and a large thud. Sarah turned back to the Persians to see them all lying on the floor unconscious.
"Drowzee?" the Pokemon said as it turned to Sarah and held out its hand.
She looked at the Pokemon and reached towards the hand it offered. "Thank you for saving me Mr. Pokemon." she said as the Pokemon pulled her up.
It looked at her body carefully before it saw something. "Drow." It said as it took a closer look at her leg, which had gotten a scratch on it when she ran towards him.
"Oh that. It's just a scratch. I know that the other kids might freak out if they get one, but I'm okay with these kinds of things." she said before she noticed that the Pokemon was rummaging through one of the bushes nearby and pulled out a jar. As the Pokemon walked back, Sarah noticed that the jar was filled with crushed Oran Berries.
"Drow." the Pokemon said as it pointed to a nearby stump.
Sarah nodded as she walked over to the stump and sat down as the Pokemon began to put some of the crushed berry on her scratch. She twitched a little from the pain but quickly got over it. When the Pokemon was done placing the berry on her scratch, it grabbed a leaf and wrapped it on her leg. Sarah looked at the Pokemon closely now that the lighting was better. Now in addition to the brown legs and yellow feet were a yellow chest, pointed ears, and a long, tube-like nose. "Thank you Mr. Pokemon." she said as she stood up with no pain at all. As the Pokemon rose and returned the jar to where it had found it, Sarah looked at it curiously. "I have a question." she said.
The Pokemon looked at her with interest. "Drow?"
"What's your name?" she asked with a smile on her face.
"Drowzee."
"Your name's Drowzee?" she said as she walked over to the Drowzee and stood face to face with it. "Mr. Drowzee, would you like to be my friend?" she asked, holding out her hand.
The Drowzee gave a smile and took her hand. "Drowzee."
Sarah smiled, and as she was about to say something, she began to hear people call out her name.
"Sarah! Where are you?"
"Sarah!"
"I'm over here!" Sarah said in response as she turned to the people looking for her. "Hey Mr. Drowzee, wanna meet…" she started before she turned around to see the Pokemon had disappeared.
The teacher ran to Sarah and held her tightly followed by the other students. "Sarah! There you are. Everybody was worried si… What the heck happened here?" she asked, finally realizing that there was a pile of sleeping Persians surrounding them.
Sarah turned to the teacher and gave her a smile. "Mr. Drowzee saved me from the Persians and look, he even used an Oran Berry to stop my scratch from bleeding."
The teacher looked at Sarah curiously. "A Drowzee? But Drowzee's aren't indigenous to Berry Forest, not even Three Island for that matter."
Hearing her teacher say this surprised Sarah. She knows for a fact that the Pokemon she saw was a Drowzee. "But I did see one. I swear it. You all believe me right?" she said as she looked at them pleadingly. Nobody answered.
"I think that you might have hit your head when you split from the group." the first girl from before said.
The other two nodded. "That's the only likely answer you know." the third one said in response.
"But…"
"Enough!" the teacher said as she led the students back to the school. "You've had a long day Sarah. Maybe we should do the Berry Picking Contest next time okay?" The kids all raised their voices in agreement as they all began to walk out of the forest and across the bridge.
Sarah waited for a moment as she stood on the bridge as the others all walked past her. Taking a look behind her, she sighed and began to follow the others when she saw something in the bushes on the Three Island shore. She ran to the spot and when she got there, she saw a jar full of crushed Oran Berries with a leaf on top that read,
"From Drowzee."
Well, what did you think? I'll tell ya that I am not too big a fan of tragedies, but I've gotta say I'm looking forwards to continuing it. For those of you wondering why I used a Drowzee instead of Hypno in this first chapter, what does Drowzee evolve into? One more thing, I know that Hypno and Drowzee are inhabitants of Three Island, but this story takes place before they became indigenous.
That's the end of part 1 of The Tale of Hypno. For those of you who have a favorite pokemon that you feel are treated like the bad guy in the game or show then tell me, because I wouldn't say that they weren't indigenous at any time.
And now that I have finished, I have one thing left to say to you. Good Day, Good Night, Good 'Marrow.