A Living Plush

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. *Talk to Delia?*