Plasma

Plasma - A pokémon oneshot

  "Please just listen to me," I wailed at the brainwashed Pokémon in front of me, "I want to help you. Tell me where those people keep their pokéballs and we can help all the pokémon they keep here."

  "Please calm down, you're safe now. Your trainer can't get you here," the gothitelle told me in a reassuring voice. "You talk to me, tell me how you got in this state and we'll help you. I only want what's best for you."

  Bouffalant crap. She didn't have a clue what was best for me. I was in dragonspiral tower for a reason, those people calling themselves rangers took me from there. She should be able to see that this was wrong, I can't imagine what torture she was put through to brainwash her so badly. I had to help. I looked around the room, searching for an escape route. I was sat on one of the windowless room's many cushions. In a a chair in front of me sat Gothitelle, a brainwashed Pokémon tasked with questioning me about my trainers friends plans. I wouldn't tell her anything, not when my friends went through so much to do what they had. They were so close. I scanned the room for an escape route and found two options. The first, the door to the room, made of some kind of metal, I might be able to break it after a few power-up-punches but gothitelle would subdue me before that happened. The second, a vent in the ceiling, if I could get up there I should be able to break the cover and get inside. Alas, I was faced with the same problem, I couldn't get there without being stopped by Gothitelle. She stared at me, making her eyes appear as kind as possible, a good act but I wasn't fooled. I weighed my options before deciding the only way out was to convince her I was right, show her that my friends and I only wanted to help Pokémon like her. She continued to gaze at me, waiting for a response.

  "Fine I'll tell you what you need to know, but I'll do it my way. I promise I'll help you understand what's going on, then we'll escape together. I'm sure N will welcome you." I told her.

  She looked doubtful, then worried. She took a few seconds to decide on her response.

  "Who is N, is he your trainer?" She asked.

  "No, N is my friend, my trainer helps him and the other green haired man save Pokémon like you. They're the best humans I've met."

  "Can you tell me about your trainer then, what were they like? Start with when you met please."

  Now was my chance, I must have got her interested in them for her to care so much. Maybe once I tell her my story she'll understand that they can help her as they helped me.

  "I met him when I was very young, he saved me..." I began my story, deciding it best to start at the beginning.

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  I began to tell Gothitelle about the trainer, he attacked our nest with a Hydreigon, killing my mother and most of my siblings. The few of us who managed to flee the nest were told to scatter, to run and hide by our mother as she tried to fight of our attacker. I never saw the mans face, or what remained of my mother but I heard her screams as I ran. A few minutes later and they stopped. I didn't know, still don't know, if she was caught or killed. I do remember crying myself to sleep in a shallow burrow that night, my loose skin pulled right around me in an attempt to protect from the sandstorm and freezing temperatures of the desert night.

  I awoke to see a young man wearing grey robes holding me. He seemed pleased I'd awakened. I wasn't pleased to see him, my first reaction was to try to escape, I tried head butting him as I'd seen my mother do but it's had no affect. In panic I screamed for my mother, there was no response. At first I though my screams had been lost in the desert so I tired again. This time there was a response, sadly not from my mother but from a green haired boy who approached us.