[Pokémon MVGS] Hypnotherapy
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teamflareTitle: Hypnotherapy
Fandom: Pokémon Main Video Game Series
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Summary: Insomnia was the bane of Mizuki's existence.
Notes: Written forpokepodproject! First stop: Hypno rehabilitation station...
AO3 Link: Here. Podfic Link: Here.
Insomnia was the bane of Mizuki's existence. It had plagued her ever since she was a child: never napping as a toddler, always staying up no matter how tired she got the next day, having to explain to doctor after doctor that yes, she'd tried everything, even that, and no, she wasn't making it sound worse than it was. She didn't exactly enjoy staying up until the crack of dawn and still being unable to get more than two hours of sleep after that. For years, she'd gotten used to a routine of barely getting ten hours of sleep per week for a month and then crashing. Rinse, repeat. She fell asleep at work, she fell asleep on the train home. One time, she even fell asleep standing up while she was queuing at her favorite coffee shop. Somebody had to tap her on the shoulder to wake her up, and she'd been too embarrassed to go back for weeks.
Then she'd mentioned it in the break room to one of her colleagues, and he'd taken a sip of mediocre cafeteria coffee and said, "I know just the place for you!"
It was a very small parlor stuck between two shops a few streets down where they worked. She would have never paid attention to it otherwise. The owner, a little old man with the thickest eyebrows she'd ever seen, listened to her complaints before leading her to a room in the back.
Inside, she found a reclining chair, sound-proofed walls, and a very tall pokémon covered in yellow and white fur who was fiddling with the flowers of a potted plant. It turned to glance at her, and went back to what it was doing.
"You can lie down here," the old man said. "Traum will take care of it."
Traum – the pokémon, Mizuki supposed – gave a little nod. She'd never seen anything like it before. Its fur had a nice sheen, and its face was almost uncannily humanoid. Its pointy ears twitched slightly when she took her seat and tried to relax. The old man had talked about sleep therapy and how pokémons could help with it. Mizuki hadn't been up close and personal with that many pokémons ever since her brother had left to become a trainer. Sure, sometimes someone brought their partner to the office, or she walked past one in the street or at the doctor's, but she wasn't as familiar with them as she imagined most people were. She'd thought about getting one to keep her company, and then changed her mind when it seemed too much of a responsibility.
The pokémon walked up to her and ruffled through the fur on its neck like it was looking for something. It took out a thin silver coin tied to a string, and leaned forward, its black eyes staring intently into her own.
Mizuki let her body melt into the chair. Traum moved the coin back and forth. She felt a tingling sensation in the tip of her fingers and toes. Traum's eyes glowed softly, taking on a deep purple tinge. She blinked once, twice. Traum made a low humming sound.
Her eyelids drooped down.
When Mizuki woke up, refreshed and very, very hungry, the clock on the wall said that three hours had passed, and the pokémon was nowhere to be found. The little old man had replaced him, sitting on a tiny chair and paging through a magazine. He looked up upon noticing she was awake and gave her a kind smile.
"Better?" he said.
"When can I come back?" Mizuki asked at the very same time.
It turned out she could come whenever she wanted, and for a fairly low price, too. The old man explained that Traum was a hypno, and that many pokémons could be trained to learn moves that helped with sleep. Mizuki wrote down everything on her old, beat-up Pokégear, and thanked him profusely.
That night, she slept within five minutes of putting her face down on her pillow, and so profoundly that she nearly missed her alarm.
Fandom: Pokémon Main Video Game Series
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Summary: Insomnia was the bane of Mizuki's existence.
Notes: Written for
pokepodproject! First stop: Hypno rehabilitation station...AO3 Link: Here. Podfic Link: Here.
Insomnia was the bane of Mizuki's existence. It had plagued her ever since she was a child: never napping as a toddler, always staying up no matter how tired she got the next day, having to explain to doctor after doctor that yes, she'd tried everything, even that, and no, she wasn't making it sound worse than it was. She didn't exactly enjoy staying up until the crack of dawn and still being unable to get more than two hours of sleep after that. For years, she'd gotten used to a routine of barely getting ten hours of sleep per week for a month and then crashing. Rinse, repeat. She fell asleep at work, she fell asleep on the train home. One time, she even fell asleep standing up while she was queuing at her favorite coffee shop. Somebody had to tap her on the shoulder to wake her up, and she'd been too embarrassed to go back for weeks.
Then she'd mentioned it in the break room to one of her colleagues, and he'd taken a sip of mediocre cafeteria coffee and said, "I know just the place for you!"
It was a very small parlor stuck between two shops a few streets down where they worked. She would have never paid attention to it otherwise. The owner, a little old man with the thickest eyebrows she'd ever seen, listened to her complaints before leading her to a room in the back.
Inside, she found a reclining chair, sound-proofed walls, and a very tall pokémon covered in yellow and white fur who was fiddling with the flowers of a potted plant. It turned to glance at her, and went back to what it was doing.
"You can lie down here," the old man said. "Traum will take care of it."
Traum – the pokémon, Mizuki supposed – gave a little nod. She'd never seen anything like it before. Its fur had a nice sheen, and its face was almost uncannily humanoid. Its pointy ears twitched slightly when she took her seat and tried to relax. The old man had talked about sleep therapy and how pokémons could help with it. Mizuki hadn't been up close and personal with that many pokémons ever since her brother had left to become a trainer. Sure, sometimes someone brought their partner to the office, or she walked past one in the street or at the doctor's, but she wasn't as familiar with them as she imagined most people were. She'd thought about getting one to keep her company, and then changed her mind when it seemed too much of a responsibility.
The pokémon walked up to her and ruffled through the fur on its neck like it was looking for something. It took out a thin silver coin tied to a string, and leaned forward, its black eyes staring intently into her own.
Mizuki let her body melt into the chair. Traum moved the coin back and forth. She felt a tingling sensation in the tip of her fingers and toes. Traum's eyes glowed softly, taking on a deep purple tinge. She blinked once, twice. Traum made a low humming sound.
Her eyelids drooped down.
When Mizuki woke up, refreshed and very, very hungry, the clock on the wall said that three hours had passed, and the pokémon was nowhere to be found. The little old man had replaced him, sitting on a tiny chair and paging through a magazine. He looked up upon noticing she was awake and gave her a kind smile.
"Better?" he said.
"When can I come back?" Mizuki asked at the very same time.
It turned out she could come whenever she wanted, and for a fairly low price, too. The old man explained that Traum was a hypno, and that many pokémons could be trained to learn moves that helped with sleep. Mizuki wrote down everything on her old, beat-up Pokégear, and thanked him profusely.
That night, she slept within five minutes of putting her face down on her pillow, and so profoundly that she nearly missed her alarm.