Pokemon World Disaster

Nightmares

Greninja was walking through the forest, searching for any injured Pokemon. It was late at night, so it was difficult to see. He had split up from Ash and Lillie so they would be able to cover more ground quickly, and now he was beginning to regret doing so. The forest was a little scary when he was alone.
Suddenly, he spotted a flash of black on the ground. Greninja ran towards it, knowing whoever it was had to be a victim of one of the mysterious attacks. He froze in horror when he saw who it was.
Ash was lying on the ground, his entire body covered in blood. Greninja dropped to his knees beside the injured boy, shaking him desperately.
"Ash! Ash, wake up!" he pleaded. "Come on, you're going to be okay, I promise. You just have to wake up."
There was no response. Ash continued to lie on the ground, as still as death. Greninja shook him harder, panicking slightly now.
"Ash, please! Come on, just wake up!"
Nothing.
"Ash, open your eyes! I know you can do it!"
Not even a twitch.
"Please..."
He continued to shake his trainer, but no matter what he did he never received a response....
Greninja jerked awake and found himself in the old, abandoned cabin he and his friends had found in the middle of the forest. It was a few seconds before he realized that he had been dreaming.
"Oh, thank Arceus," he muttered weakly, leaning back and letting out a sigh of relief. "It was only a nightmare."
Or was it a dream? It had seemed so vivid. Greninja hoped that he wasn't starting to have prophetical dreams now. But that couldn't happen, right? He wasn't a psychic type!
"Greninja?" Ash's voice broke into his thoughts. He looked up to see his trainer standing in front of him, a worried frown etched into his forehead. "Are you all right? You were muttering in your sleep."
Greninja didn't particularly care what he'd been doing in his sleep. This was the final confirmation he needed to know that his dream had, in fact, been just that. Ash was standing in front of him, sleepy and worried, but wonderfully alive and not bleeding to death on the ground in the middle of some stupid forest. Without thinking about what he was doing, the frog-ninja Pokemon stood up and hugged his trainer tightly.
"Um, Greninja? What's this all about?" Ash asked, sounding puzzled.
"I'm just glad you're safe," Greninja replied, not letting him go. The image of Ash's blood-soaked body (corpse?) was still fresh in his mind. He's here. He's not dead. He's here. It was all a bad dream, were some of the thoughts running through his head.
Ash still seemed confused, but Greninja could still sense him smile nonetheless. "Well, I'm glad you're safe too," he said quietly. "But now if it's all right, we should probably get some sleep. We've got a busy day ahead of us tomorrow, after all."
"Yeah, you're right," Greninja sighed as he let go of his trainer. He sat back down on the moth-eaten couch and rested his head on the arm rest. "Good night, Ash."
"Good night," Ash replied, climbing onto the other side of the couch. He closed his eyes and was out like a light within seconds.
Greninja continued to watch his trainer long after he'd fallen asleep. Try as he might, he couldn't banish his dream from his mind. Nor could he shake the feeling of pure terror he'd felt when Ash wouldn't respond to any of his pleas for him to wake up. He vowed to do whatever he could to keep the image in his nightmare from becoming reality.