Yeah, decided to throw a Pokemon story up on this account. Hope you all enjoy.

Summary: Starts Pre-film. Cole Conrad, an Autistic individual, goes to Rhyme City to start his own independent life with his Therapy/Support Pokemon partner by his side.
Warnings/Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Autistic Original Character, Stuttering, Meltdown, Shutdowns, Sensory Overload

ADVENTURES IN RHYME CITY
Prologue

He was doing it again.

He was tapping his fingers on his thigh as he stared at the wall, unseeing, waiting for his parents to come with their birthday present for him. He heard his mother's Klefki right next to his ear, jingling softly, just how he liked the sound. The sound was familiar, a sense of being safe every time he heard it. It was pleasant to his ears while everyone probably thought it was annoying. The sound reminded him of home, reminded him that he was safe at home, and it was safe to do his things, to tap his thigh or to rock back and forth or run a hand through his jet black hair repeatedly.

"Happy tenth birthday, dear!" His mother stated in a sing-along tone, his father right behind her. He was holding a box while she was holding a cake that was made to look like a platform, the final evolutions of the Kanto starters looking fierce. The starters were obviously made from plastic, signaling that they were collectables and not a part he should eat.

Cole could see that a flame was coming out of the Charizard's mouth, and he knew that the candle was there, just waiting to be blown out.

His mother set the cake down on the table and both of his parents began to sing, Klefki now floating beside her, occasionally chiming so he could be a part of it. His father's Noctowl just sat on her perch from the ceiling, head tilting every which way.

When the song had ended, he blew out the candle and whisps of smoke coiled out from the plastic figure's gaping mouth.

"I know we usually eat cake before we give presents." His father began as he took a step closer to Cole, the box still in his hands. "But we figured that this time would be an exception."

Cole tilted his head, eyeing the box with curiosity. "What is it?"

His father knelt, holding the box at just the right height. "Open it and find out."

Cole stared for a long moment, hesitant before reaching forward, undoing the bowtie and opened the lid of the box and his green eyes met a single red one.

A silver body rocketed out of the box and was essentially orbiting above Cole's head, making the young boy tilt his head and stare at the Pokemon with wide eyes.

It was completely silver besides its red eye and golden claws- spikes?- at the back end of it. If Cole had to guess, he would say that it was two feet long.

"Honey, meet Beldum." Smiled his mother. "He's your partner and he'll double as your therapy-support-Pokemon, okay?"

The boy looked at her and nodded, already knowing what that kind of Pokemon were, his parents had talked to him about it, explained it to him a while ago and he did say he wanted one. He would admit that he wasn't expecting a Beldum at all. He was expecting something else, like a Bulbasaur or a Ralts.

"B-B-Be-Bel-Bel-" Cole cut himself off, visibly becoming frustrated with his stutter that plagued him. His face scrunched up as he geared himself to try it again.

Beldum obviously noticed and was quick to float down. "Bel, Beldum."

Then, the Pokemon nudged himself under the human's hand and Cole's fingers grazed against edges that gave Beldum his shape. Cole zeroed in on the new texture, the new edges. His frustration now hampering to nothing, all he could focus on was Beldum. He raised his other hand and began to run his fingers against the rest of the Pokemon, focusing intently.

Cole felt a nudge against his mind, making him blink. Beldum was staring up at him with a leveled gaze and the nudge happened again. It took the human to realize just what the other was doing and, without further ado, he leaned he forehead against the top of Beldum's…'head'.

He allowed the connection to form a moment later.