A/N: Inspired by this:
.com/art/The-Puppet-And-His-Master-242759093?q=favby%3Afallenfrominsanity%2F44046434&qo=344
Don't go look at it if you hate spoilers.
When I was writing this, I was listening to lunardragon2607's Nier Week: Shadowlord. It probably influenced me a lot.
You are running.
"I'm not running!"
You are running from your past.
"I don't understand what you mean!"
The strings are embedded deep into your body. It is too late to save you now.
"What does that mean?"
The strings are being pulled. Follow them.
"What strings?"
You are a mere puppet, a figurehead, a toy for them to play with.
You were manipulated then, you are manipulated now, and you will be manipulated in the future.
But once they are finished with you, you will be tossed aside and collect dust.
"I'm not a puppet! I know what I'm doing!"
Do you really? Have you seen what you are doing? Have you not ever considered that you are nothing? Once your morals are taken away, you cease to exist.
What are you really?
Nothing but a puppet.
"NO!"
Scream all you want, puppet. The strings have already been embedded into your heart and soul. It is too late.
N wakes up, gasping, clutching his heart.
He mumbles to himself, "It was just a dream. Just a dream…nothing more…"
But inside he thinks, Was it really?
What if I really am a puppet?
He shakes his head, trying to get the thought out of his head. It's not true… Pokémon really are abused by humans, and I'm saving them!
With the power of Zekrom, the dragon of my ideals, I will save them!
But his heart says different.
A/N: A really short one-shot about N and his being a puppet to the Gay-cheeze. I came up with this after reading a different horror fic, and I felt like writing some horror. R&R, please!