A Fairy in the Wreak (Ash Kechum x Reader)

See You

Pardon my absence and for the long wait for the next chapter. School has taken a toll on me, and a special friendship is also taking my time away from this... Heh heh 😅 well here y'all go! Hope it's okie dokie! (I also didn't edit this)
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Author's POV

The two Gangs were preparing to rescue (Y/n) and the other pokemon being held captive. Lysandre suspected nothing, infact he was napping. The gang that had just entered were sneaking around.

"Man look at all the pokemon... This is depressing," Gary whispered with empathy in his tone.

"Funny that you would feel sorry for once in your life," Ash snapped back at him with a cold-blooded glare. It was as if his happy attitude left him at the cabin. No one dared to speak after that.

(Y/n) could sense something from the lab they were all sitting in. The room's air suddenly seemed to become thicker, for no one dared to move a muscle. People were coming, people as in the bad guys. She could smell their poisonous fumes that burned her nostrils and every other pokemon's.

"Hide," Uncle Y said so quickly yet so quietly. All of them listened as if they were being mind controlled. Even (Y/n) felt the darkness of his words.

All the pokemon had hid underneath the floor tiles. They listened through the boards for what was happening.

"Ha ha ha ha~ Hey everyone. I see you are hard at work, but not with your assigned Pokèmon. Mind telling me why and where they are?" Lysandre's voice burned the ears of (y/n). Once a friend, now her fire starter.

"They are asleep in a different room. We are simply having a discussion about of analysis. Mind leaving?" The comfort of Uncle Y's voice simply was replaced by venom.

Lysandre chuckled and left.

When he left, he was met by a certain boy with black hair.

"ARGH! Get off me you monster!" His voice echoed through the floor boards and into (y/n)'s ears.

She jumped through the boards and darted down the hallway, but with a plan she made faster than her speed. (Y/n) stood their, panting, but with red fairy mist flowing from her eyes.

"Put him down," her words were so precise that they could be understood from any language. Fury burned within the words as they shot out of her vocal cords like bullets.

Lysandre stood there, with terror embedded in his eyes. He then dropped the boy.

"That voice... No... You can't be her... (Y/n)? How!" (Y/n) then glared at him with her (e/c) glowing eyes.

She nodded, but took him off guard and sent a moonbeam down from the window above them. He was out cold, but still had a pulse.

The boy was in the corner shaking as she glared at him. (Y/n)'s glare then turned into eyes of sorrow and tears.

"The control room is in the room on the right...  Be careful... And take good care of Felicity for me," she then ran off