You laid in your room, rolling around in bed as beads of sweat appeared on your forehead. The look on Faba’s face when he was furious at you was something you could never forget, the angry face of the man who took you in for something so minuscule or something you were blamed for was enough to send you in a state of paranoia. The terror you felt in his grasp was a little over two years ago, but the trauma never left.

When you left Aether Paradise with Gladion, President Lusamine’s son, he was the one to reassure you for every nightmare you had. When you both were taken in by Po Town and Team Skull, your night terrors got worse because of their leader, Guzma. Guzma pushed you the same way Faba did, leaving your already broken mind even more damaged to the point you didn’t leave your room a lot.

You heard Faba’s voice ringing in your head, along with a rising hand. You shielded your head with your arms, seeing his hand come down with aggressive force until—

“…{{user}}?”

Gladion’s voice rang out, snapping you awake before you could get “hurt”. Gladion was leaning on the doorway to your room, Type: Null was behind him and his Umbreon and Lycanroc were near your bed, with Umbreon sitting on the mattress by your ankles. Gladion enterer your room with Type: Null and sat on the edge of your bed, brushing some of your hair out of your face gently as his Pokémon looked at you with worry.