Author's note: My first PokePasta (Pokemon Creepypasta). Please do review! I'll greatly appreciate it.
The boy woke up. He could hear his mother and sister preparing the breakfast downstairs. Muttering a groan, he got up from his bed, and brushed through his fine, dark hair with his fingers. Putting on his dark-blue robe, he trotted down the stairs.
"Good morning, young man. Breakfast is ready." His mother smiled at him as she stood by the stove. On the table lay a plate of toast with ham - his breakfast. Nodding a thanks, he reached for the food and went back upstairs.
"Hey - don't eat your food in your room! What if you spill the food?"
"Forget him mom. He's always like this, a freak he is. I mean, we can count the number of words he spoke in a year with our hands!"
Even though he's back in his room with his door closed, he could hear his mother and sister. Not through the ears though- but through his mind.
He had placed the plate on his study table and, sitting on his bed, he reached a finger towards the bread. Immediately, the load elevated and drift steadily towards him. He grinned in satisfaction and took a small bite from the toast.
He had realised his inner power of telekinesis years ago. Since then, he had kept silent and told no one about this sheer psychic strength. He became aloof and autistic to the public's eyes - his mother even stopped him from going to school - but he knew very well what is going on around him. Through his mind's eye, he saw two cats fighting for a piece of leftover near a garbage bin two roads down. He closed his eyes, focusing his senses towards the felines and soon, he could hear angry but bewildered hissings. The cats have been lifted into the air and once he dropped them onto a rooftop, the duo made a run in different directions. He smirked.
Time goes by, and with each passing days the youth became even more detached from people. Focusing on developing his extrasensory perception, he watched the world slip pass him. But by sacrificing efforts to enhance this ability carries a price - he began to lose the ability to communicate physically to people, even his mother and sister. He could hear them banging on his now barricaded door, begging him to come out. Annoyed, he threw his chair against the door with his mind's force. He feels invincible, doing things people can't do. He feels godlike.
Soon, everyone became tired of him, believing that he would come out by his own will. His mother who loved him much too, decided to give it up. His room now looked like a fortress - he had enhanced its defensive capability (from other people who had tried to get him out, of course) by pulling metal parts from nearby automobiles and attach them to the wall.
Finally, left me alone. He looked into the mirror. He seemed to look happy, he thought. Am I happy? Yes. Looking happy means smiling. I am smiling.
He lies on his bed and fell asleep.
The next day, the boy woke up. He felt different. The room felt different. He sat up, and his body was heavy. Through his mind, he saw his house, empty except for the life form that is he. He saw tall grasses outside, with small rat-like and pigeon-like animals burrowing around, in search for tasty worms. Weird.
He looked down, and saw his yellow three-fingered claws holding a spoon.
[For those who don't quite understand this, reading the Pokedex entry of Kadabra might clear up some confusions]