woundedroamer

Ash dreamed of plush pokemon. They were alive much in the same way that he was. Were a bit on the girly side though, not that he really minded. "Why don't you join us, Sweetie~" a charizard plush cooed, shifting their frilly dress to engulf the trainer. "Yeah..." Ash whispered, only for his eyes to open up. "Crud." He got up from his bed, making his way out. The actual walk from his room to the kitchen was a bit on the torturous side for Ash. How exactly would his mom react to his mom? Would she agree to it? Or, would she say no and send him back to the drawing board. "Mom, can I ask you something?" Ash inquired and watched his mom's attention shift over to him. She takes a deep breath, a sip of her coffee following right after. "Uh... sure, dear." Delia answered, watching her son take a deep breath. It was now or never in regards to this. Whatever answer he got, it was unlikely his mother would change her mind. "I would like to become a living plush." Ash explained, only to get