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Quoted By: >>10294771 >>10294821
>Be pretensious QAnon
>Wake up shivering as traces of thoughts about being overwhelmed by her, that horrible female pokémon, still tormented his mind.
>Fortunately, it was all part of a foul dream. No Dragon-type Pokémon was going to touch him, not again. Not. Again.
>He was safe in his house, protected by his loyal Pokémon and surrounded by people that care for him.
>Clenching his hand against the soft mattress, he frowned and gave a deep sigh before remembering why he was doing this.
>His unparelleled hate for Dragon-type Pokémon fueled their collective efforts, nothing was going to stop him to have his rightful revenge.
>He gave a wicked smile to the world, today was just another step toward victory, sooner or later they would cross paths.
>And he was going to make that female monster pay him dearly for what she did.
>That was his only ambition, he needed to do it. He wanted to...
>"To defeat and humilliate Latias for once and for all."
>Immediately, his eyes widened. That inner voice wasn't from him, it sounded too femenine and that was startling him badly.
>That playful mental echo came from his room, but he was sure that a Psychic Pokémon won't be able to sneak through town, Mom's house and enter his room to molest him-
>"Unless."
>U-unless he wasn't on his room in the first place.
>"Bingo."
>No, no, no. His heart was starting to throb harder, his breath becoming dry and his head clouding... He had to get out of this hell.
>Getting up as fast as his legs allowed, dropping his sheets wildy across the room, he crawled toward the door, ready to turn the knob... until he realize there was no knob.
>In fact, the windows were gone. Only his scattered bedsheets and the mattress were still in their place, the illumination was fading away around the bed.
>"Sweety, go back to sleep-"
>Shit, that was the voice of his mom. She was using the voice of her, that monster.
>"Your friend is waiting so impatiently to play with you."
>"Give up."
>Wake up shivering as traces of thoughts about being overwhelmed by her, that horrible female pokémon, still tormented his mind.
>Fortunately, it was all part of a foul dream. No Dragon-type Pokémon was going to touch him, not again. Not. Again.
>He was safe in his house, protected by his loyal Pokémon and surrounded by people that care for him.
>Clenching his hand against the soft mattress, he frowned and gave a deep sigh before remembering why he was doing this.
>His unparelleled hate for Dragon-type Pokémon fueled their collective efforts, nothing was going to stop him to have his rightful revenge.
>He gave a wicked smile to the world, today was just another step toward victory, sooner or later they would cross paths.
>And he was going to make that female monster pay him dearly for what she did.
>That was his only ambition, he needed to do it. He wanted to...
>"To defeat and humilliate Latias for once and for all."
>Immediately, his eyes widened. That inner voice wasn't from him, it sounded too femenine and that was startling him badly.
>That playful mental echo came from his room, but he was sure that a Psychic Pokémon won't be able to sneak through town, Mom's house and enter his room to molest him-
>"Unless."
>U-unless he wasn't on his room in the first place.
>"Bingo."
>No, no, no. His heart was starting to throb harder, his breath becoming dry and his head clouding... He had to get out of this hell.
>Getting up as fast as his legs allowed, dropping his sheets wildy across the room, he crawled toward the door, ready to turn the knob... until he realize there was no knob.
>In fact, the windows were gone. Only his scattered bedsheets and the mattress were still in their place, the illumination was fading away around the bed.
>"Sweety, go back to sleep-"
>Shit, that was the voice of his mom. She was using the voice of her, that monster.
>"Your friend is waiting so impatiently to play with you."
>"Give up."
