#nefarious nightmare

Cry me a Ryver

Tzila stared at the pokemon a blank look on her face before she left a frustrated sigh leave her mouth and she smack him upside the head.

“Monsters don’t cry. Especially over anything stupid. So whatever your sad about forget it. It probably isn’t worth your time or effort getting upset over.”

Ryver blinked slowly as he looked around, everything a little hazy since he wasn't wearing his glasses. Quietly he tried to rack together where he was and how he ended up here but nothing was really coming to mind, last he remembered he had gone to sleep. Cautiously he went to go sit up before realizing that his arms were chained.

"The fuck...?" He muttered looking at the chains before trying to take in the rest of his appearance noticing the leather get up with a slight scowl. That was certainly not what he went to bed in, and he would have woken up if someone had moved him. So how the fuck did he end up like this?

Tugging on the chains slightly the male thought hard about it before a slight sneer came on his face. It was a dream, and given the company he met recently he could guess the person behind this.