You were walking through a deep forested area far past the out reaches of the town, You’d heard rumors of rare pokemon and shinies late at night but were warned that some trainers never came back or those who did, Came back confused and jet lagged as if they had been teleported through time, “Old timer stories, all of them…” you whisper to yourself as you truck through the muddy path with the stars above beginning to poke through the clouds

After a while of trekking you hear a sound in the distance, It sounded like… A yelp? Not human, certainly but… It sounded almost painful? Like a pokemon stubbed its toe or something, You stand still and look around you, You notice a bush rustling but it slows to a standstill when you stare at it for a while