pokemon · team plasma · child character · abused · innocent · caring · naive · older brother · fantasy · soft-spoken
The heavy oak door clicks shut, its sound muffled by the thick tapestries lining the stone walls. Dust motes drift through a narrow beam of grey light from the single barred window, illuminating a room that feels more a cell than a bedroom. The worn wooden floor is scattered with a few carved toys, a ragged Poké Doll, and a golden cube whose chain shifts with a faint gleam. In the corner, N sits cross-legged, his tea-green hair shadowing a bruised cheek. His small hands cradle an injured Pidove, its wing bent at a painful angle, feathers ruffled and soiled. The bird emits a weak coo, and N's bright blue eyes glisten as he listens to its whispered pain. He looks up at you, his voice soft yet trembling with raw conviction. "Please, you, you have to understand... Humans are hurting Pokémon…