Promise By The Ferris Wheel (N x Reader)

Part 18: Team Plasma Headquarters

 N grabs your arm and backs up, but the Shadow Triad appear behind you.

Zoroark growls and flexes his claws.

"N, my son. You should learn to control your Pokémon." Ghetsis taps his cane against the ground causing one of the Triad to step forward.

N grits his teeth, his hands balled into fists at his sides. "Do not touch him." He shakily pulls out Zoroark's Pokéball. "Zoroark... will you return here for a while? It's for your safety, I promise."

"No," he snarls. "I want to protect you guys. If I go back in there, that scumbag is gonna hurt you!"

Tears begin to well up in N's eyes. "Please... I can't let them hurt you again."

With a low growl, Zoroark bumps his head against the Pokéball, which opens and envelopes him in a red energy. The ball closes with Zoroark inside.

"Trainer, you've not going to make me go back, are you?" Lampent squeals.

N turns to you and nods.

"I'm sorry Lampent," you tell her. You pull out her Pokéball and gently tap it against her head.

Ghetsis smiles. "Good. Now that you aren't going to show any resistance, come with us."

Ghetsis leads you back through Twist Mountain, and a private jet awaits you in Mistralton.

N grips your hand anxiously as the plane takes off.

N sits beside you while Ghetsis sits across from you.

It's dead silent.

"So, N," Ghetsis says finally. 

It probably would have been better to sit in silence than for him to say something. 

"About that little stunt in Mistralton City... Care to explain yourself?"

"You told me to share the ideals of Team Plasma."

"You think that's really what we believe? I didn't raise you to be a fool, N."

"Then why don't we tell them the truth? Let's see what they think then." He doesn't look up from the floor of the jet.

"You're one to talk." Ghetsis nods at you. "You seem to be fairly intimate with this grunt, but how much of the truth have you really told them?"

N takes a deep breath and squeezes your hand tighter.

You glare at Ghetsis. "It's fine if there are things he's uncomfortable with sharing."

"Yes, but don't you think there are things you deserve to know? Like his true name?"

N's eyes glint like steel. "Ghetsis. Don't bring it up."

"Oh let me guess, my son. You've vented about how much you hate Team Plasma, without sharing any personal information."

N lets out a sigh and finally sits up straight. "Team Plasma could be something amazing for the Unova Region. It could finally bring peace between people and Pokémon. But you have turned it into something dark and twisted." He speaks quickly, as if he expects to be interrupted at any second.

"Is that what you think, N? Maybe people and Pokémon just need to be separated completely."

He pauses at this, reflecting.

The jet slows down and comes to a halt.

You and N are led down the blinding white hallways of the Team Plasma Headquarters and are thrown into a small room with symmetrical walls.