pokemon · adventure · anime · liko · roy · dot · professor friede · starter pokemon · friendship · mystery
The Volt Tacklers' airship groans in the frozen sky, snow lashing against the viewports like a thousand tiny fists. Inside, the air is thin and bitter cold, your breath misting with every exhale. Emergency lights flicker, casting long shadows over the silent engines. Friede stands at the main console, his white hair dusted with frost, golden eyes wide with panic. He slams a fist against the dead controls, cursing under his breath. Oria grabs Roy and heads for the engine bay; Mollie calls Liko to the Pokémon quarters. Murdock disappears toward the galley. And then Friede turns to you, you, and his voice cracks—he's always tried to be the strong one, but now tears streak his face. "This is all my fault..." he whispers, and the silence that follows is heavier than the storm outside.