#no she just sits there trembling like a leaf while ingo got his ribs kicked in

[sningo-prompts]

Okay, okay hold on a sec. Think about it. Ingo getting captured by poachers would mean that he will be forced to eat out of a bowl. If he's lucky. Maybe they'll pour his food straight on the floor. And he is so hungry and getting weaker, so he needs to eat. Also haa to lick his water up every day. Ingo getting captured would break this man and I'm here for every second of it. Emmet is going to straight up murder them all.

Ok this took a moment. Had to get myself in the right head space for something like this. I hope i dont disappoint too much.

WARNING

I uhhh got carried a little away with the set up. And CURSING LOTS OF CURSING THREATS OF VIOLENCE ok making sure yall see that am i sorry for what i did Not really. It could have been worse tbh. I had a bit planned for Emmet in here but im lazy. Its 23:55 ok

They dont capture Ingo in a ball because they assume Emmet is his trainer. So they dont even try. Instead the ruffly toss him into a very small cage. Oh Now see this is why Ingo doesnt like cages. He keeps getting thrown into them. Which hurts. His scruff is so very sore. Arceus he hates being picked up by his scruff. His cage is probably around crate size. He can stand up in it and move around but its just barely too big for his to touch each side with his claws if he stood in the middle. Its cold and metal.

So Ingo tossed into a cage. He hardly has time to think before the talking starts. “Man that Emmet fucker put up one hell of a fight for this thing” “At least that dumb bitch gave us an opening.” laughter “hey give the brat some credit! Without her we wouldnt have gotten anywhere near the thing!” Great Ingo has been called a thing twice now. One of them is walking up to his cage. Which is on the floor so all Ingo can see are shins. They man bends down, a taking his cigar out of his mouth he blows the smoke into Ingos face. Of course he has a coughing fit. “Well now you be good for us and make us lots of money”. Ingo just glares at the man. From across the room one of the others pipes up “hey now dont damage this one! You know that it will sell better if its un damaged!” Signing the man puts his cigar back in his mouth and stands up “yeah yeah i know. Even if the little bastard is giving me the stink eye i wont break this one” they laugh again. Ingo though hes full panic. “Damage? Break?” Oh oh whats gonna happen to him.

Its a few hours later after the men have finished playing some sort of gambling game. The same man comes back. He has two bowls. He bends down to look Ingo in the eyes “now listen here you little shit. Im going to open the top of this here cage and you are gonna sit right there and not fucking move a single mussel. And if you even look like you plan to escape or attack me ill break for fucking legs you got it.” Ingo.exe has stopped responding. “Good” now hes opening the top Ingo doesnt dare move. The man sets in a water dish and a food bowl. Ingo feels sick. The cheapest pokemon food on the market is poured into the food dish. At least the water comes strait from a bottle. The man is reaching for Ingo oh its happening oh hes gonna get hurt oh no no. Ingo flenches away and closes his eyes bracing for the worst. The man chuckles and pets his head. “Glad to see we understand each other” once the hand is gone from Ingos face he dares to open his eyes. Just as the man closes the cage top. He doesnt dare move till the man fully leaves the room. Ok he can panic now. Hes clutching his chest. Oh hes crying. He wants to go home. Hes cold and hungry and scared. Emmet where are you please Emmet help me. He stays like that for who knows how long. Well i know its like four hours. Aka four am.

Hes done crying. Eyes long since dried up. But hes still just sitting there in the corner of his cage curled up knees to chest. Its his stomach that actually snaps him back. Hes hungry, having not eaten since breakfast the day before all this happened. He eyes the food. Hes not that hungry. He goes to sleep.

Hes awaken later by the door to the room opening. Its the man again. The only light in the room is from above. He has no idea what time it is. Its one pm. The man is doing something by the table. He hears something that sounds like gravel in a plastic cup. Oh no the man hes coming over to him. Ingo gets as far away from the “front” of the cage. Its just got a solid top and bottom rest is bared. She man kneels down again. Hes looking what feels like right into Ingos soul. How terrifying. The mans eyes move to the food and water. Ingos own gaze follows. “Tsk” Ingo snaps back to the man. Oh he doesnt look pleased. He looks angry. ��Now see here you little shit. I wont have you starving to death before we sell you. You WILL eat.” Ingo just starts shaking again. This is it the mans gonna hurt him. The man opens the top Ingo once again braces for the worst. Only to open his eyes once he hears plastic sliding across metal. The man has moved the bowl to infront of Ingo. “Now eat.” … Ingo slowly with one trembling arm reaches out towards the bowl. He picks up a piece and slowly puts it in his mouth. Its bland and he hates the texture.