Author's Notes: This is my first Hurt/Comfort story; it's an Earthbound/Pokémon/Kirby fanfiction. I might put some other Nintendo characters in the story, but for now, I'm sticking with Ness, Paula, Jeff, Poo, Marx, & Tommy as the main characters. So this story is mainly about a riolu, who I have named Tommy, pretty much having to face a nightmare in his neighborhood and later you will learn the rest. I will put some humor in this story too. I do not have anything against pokémon, I just do this to build suspense.

1: A Taste of Tommy's Life

"Yeoooow! Owww! Aaah!", these brutal sounds are the sounds of a 10-year-old kid getting beaten up by a gang of bullies after school, & they beat him up hardcore, not just a couple of punches & kicks, they give him bruises, cuts, black eyes, & a miserable life. They even sometimes gave him some broken bones, concussions, & a lot of depression. You are probably wondering why he is getting beaten up; he doesn't know why, but all he knew is that he was treated like a major outcast, because he wasn't an ordinary kid, he was a riolu, as in the pokémon, & people didn't really like the fact that there was a kid who looked more like a dog that walked on two feet; they say it looks unnatural. His name is Tommy and unlike most Pokémon who don't wear anything but their natural suit, he wore a green T-shirt, which is probably dirty right now.

"Yeah, how do you like that you little wuss!?" Exclaimed the group's leader as he knocked the poor kid down and slugged him hard on his spine. Tommy yelped in pain as tears ran down his cheek.

"P-please, cut it out! What did I ever do to you to deserve this?" Tommy stammered as he shook like a leaf getting blown in fierce wind.

"Hey boss, shouldn't you think we should stop beating up Tommy before we get caught by a teacher & really get in trouble?" a member of the gang asked.

"Hey why don't you shut up and get me a pencil to stab this little punk," said the boss as he slugged Tommy's right arm. The guy got a pencil and he gave it to the boss. The boss then shoved the pencil down Tommy's left arm & got it back out seeing that blood was oozing down to the tip, "Heh we'll see you tomorrow Snoopy", the boss said as he & his gang walked away and bitterly laughed.

Tommy, who was still on the ground, thought about how he can actually survive school, since he was the most hated. He then stood up using all his energy he could use & trying to balance on his own two feet, which were really dirty & bloody. He then walked with a crippled leg to the house he lived in trying to ignore the pain that was supplied all over his body. When he got back to his house, you might be thinking that he lived with two of his own kind, yet instead he lived with a family of three people, but he never knew why.

Ding Dong! The door bell rang as his older human sister, Linda, answered to the alarm. She has dark brown hair, 12, and was as skinny as Tommy. Linda first inspected Tommy, seeing that he was all beat up. She then said, "Mom, they did it again."

"Really? That's the fourth time this week!" their mother exclaimed.

"Facts are facts mom, might as well just bandage him & make him miss school tomorrow," she hollered, "so are you going to come in or rot on the porch?"

"Yeah, sure, I'll come in," he said miserably as he greeted his friendly 3-year-old brother, Gorge, who was watching Sesame Street & counting with Elmo. He had black, short hair and was a bit pudgy and loves the T.V. when he watches those happy educational programs that can make a teen go psycho. Tommy inspected the educational show.

"And remember kids, it is all right to be different," Elmo said as little Gorge giggled; Tommy scoffed and said "Sure it is," he rolled his eyes and then felt a strict pain on his leg. He looked down and saw Gorge touching his wounds, "Ow, Gorge, I told you to not touch my wounds, c'mon now, doesn't Cookie Monster need to eat another cookie?" He said as he picked him up and set him on the couch. Gorge stared at the TV stupidly.

"Hey ma," greeted Tommy.

"Hello Tommy, what happened to you, you look more dead than alive!" said Tommy's mom looking at him.

"Oh nothing really, just the usual; the school bully did it again. When are you going to do something about that jerk?" asked Tommy.

"I don't know, but the best we can do right now is to apply some Neosporin on you and hope for the best. Now go wash up for dinner." she stated.

"Hm…if I'm lucky, I might end up with a couple of bruises tomorrow or at least a scar," Tommy muttered as he walked to the bathroom to shower. After he showered and got dressed in his nightclothes, which was just a pale blue T-shirt, he got the dinner table set up.

"Food food!" Jorge shouted as he saw a delicious pot of chili getting ready to get served right on his plate. Aside from the chili, there were tortillas and vegetables. Everyone got served and they were having a discussion over school.

"Oh so then the guy got this really bad broken arm just because he didn't catch the ball in P.E. can you believe it!?" Linda exclaimed.

"Really? Cause I tripped on a soccer ball when I tried to kick it, then that made me the butt of a thousand jokes…it was so shameful…" Tommy said frowning.

"…I don't really care y'know hey are you going to eat that chili?" Linda asked.

"Go stuff yourself, pig, I'm going to sleep" Tommy said as he gave Linda the chili and walked to his room hearing the words if I was a pig, I would still be more popular than you being shouted by Linda and slept. He normally had nightmares every night because of his twisted fortune so he tried to relax and think of a new hobby that can improve his speed or strength. He knew that he had a talent on defense or speed; he just needed to find it. He then managed to go to sleep to end the day.

Author's Notes: I hope you enjoyed it. It wasn't the best I could do but it will have to do. Please review.