A Vacation, an Adventure, and the Story of a Lifetime

Chapter 84- Trapped, Aching, Restless

I'd make some clever comment about the state of the country or the world, or about this chapter, but I can barely keep my eyes open and just barely managed to get this one out after three weeks of busy busy busy, so I just hope you guys enjoy as we slowly but surely make it to the final climax scene.

        -Luna the Space Fox

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"{Pokemon speech}"

Disclaimer: If I owned Pokemon, this wouldn't be a Wattpad fanfiction and the Sun/Moon anime would've had the same animators as X/Y~

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Luna didn't know how long it had been since she was captured. Being knocked out and moved around so many times had completely ruined her internal clock, and the lack of windows anywhere was no help. If the room she was currently in wasn't so massive, she would've been claustrophobic by now.

Her muscles were aching something fierce, a byproduct of being strung up by her arms and legs for however long she'd been captured. It could be weeks, or only days, I can't tell. I can barely think anymore.

Luna forced her head up, looking across the room of prisons. The entire wall to her right was made up of the glass cells, while more dotted the one far in front of her and to the left. Scraps of rotten food were still left on trays near the small holes in most of them.

She squirmed, entire body protesting at the movement. If they want to keep us alive, they'll have to start feeding us better. We're all going to starve at this point! Aside from small sips of water and small slices of stale bread she was sometimes allowed and the occasional bathroom break--some grunt would come in and inject her with something, wait a few minutes until the room started spinning and drag her down a maze of hallways, Luna not lucid enough to make a mental map of the place, and lock her in another cell with a toilet, sink, and nothing else, and drag her back out after a few minutes--Luna was always stationary and completely unable to do anything.

Well, that wasn't completely correct. She had plenty of time to think. She had no way of using her moves, or she'd receive a shock, and even using her very limited psychic skills yielded no results--there seemed to be some kind of mental barrier hooked up to her restraints, preventing her from getting any kind of message out. Her Z-Power Ring and Key Stone had both been removed, and she assumed her bag of remaining Z-Crystals was still at her house.

Home... Even though we only moved to Alola a few months ago, it already feels like where I belong... And I miss it so much. I wonder if Mom's there, sitting at home alone and worrying about us. Cloudy and all our Pokemon are trapped here, along with James and Meowth, and tons of other Pokemon unrelated to us.

Not just the Hydreigon trio she had met in the forest, but the remaining prison cells were also filled with various Pokemon. Many of them she recognized easily, and some she had only seen while traveling Alola or seeing them in pictures or online. A Malamar sat in the corner of a cell all the way across the large room, a Zoroark in the one beside it whose fur was matted and eyes often red the rare times it woke up. A seething Mimikyu twitched at the front of the cell on Malamar's other side, with a green Dragonite in the one beside it.

She couldn't catch very good glimpses of the rest, only seeing a tall, pale insect that often ran in light-speed quick circles around one off to her left, or what she was pretty sure was a Weavile leaving long claw-marks down the glass of another near the back of the room. There was a yellow shape that might've been a Pikachu but could've also been any of the various other Electric-Type mouse Pokemon, and a group of brown ones huddled together that could've been Eevees.