N's Room

This is a creepypasta which is based on pokemon Black 2 and White 2. It is written from the character's point of view.

N's Room
I was heading back from the Elite Four when I stumbled across a path I’d not noticed before, and a figure standing there. As soon as it saw me it turned as walked away, lifting its hand up as if to tell me to follow it. I did, and as we headed through many caves, avoiding the numerous Zweilous and Druddigon, this figure kept stopping and ensuring I was following. As we headed into the final cave I saw a decrepit, greying castle, and we headed in, to see N. “Welcome to my current home. It’s been a long journey, hasn’t?” asked N. I nodded and noted that the figure I saw was a Zoroark. “If it’s ok with you, I’d like to be your next opponent. I’ll be upstairs, waiting.” With that, N wandered off I started to really look at this place thoroughly. I headed into the first room and started to hear a familiar melody, yet it seemed… off. I looked around the room, seeing many scattered and disfigured toys. Then I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see a slightly transparent and younger N, playing with his Minccino, Growlithe and Darumaka. Ghetsis then comes in, holding something in his arms. He placed it on the floor in front of N as he looks at Ghetsis with a look of pure horror. N then rushed over to his toybox, pulled out a bag of herbs and sat down, tending to the pokémon’s many wounds as best as he can. It then looks up to N as I realise it was a Zorua and started to say, “it was… it was… h-“ “No, no, no! Eat this!” shouted N as he placed some of the herbs next to it. The Zorua then coughed up some blood and tried to speak again and took in a shallow breath as its body went limp. “Such a shame. Those stupid humans did this to him,” said Ghetsis as he turned away, smirking evilly. N picked up Zorua and started to cry as he hugged it softly. I started to fill up at the sight of this as a hand rested softly on my shoulder. “This is why I’m fighting for my own cause,” whispered N as I turned around. The Zorua was resting on his shoulder, looking greyer than a normal one. I stroked it as a tear fell to the floor. I wiped my eyes dry as N motioned for me to come upstairs. As I did I noticed the Zorua was fading, the further away from the room we’d gotten until it had disappeared from view at the next door in the hallway.

Epilogue
I’ll never forget what happened in that room. As soon as I’d left his castle I headed to the nearest Pokémon Centre and withdrew my Zorua and trained it intently for the next few days, it reaching Level 100 easily. It is because of these events I have a new found respect and love for the Zorua evolutionary family, and a newfound hatred for Ghetsis.