Still petrified by your near-death-experience, you stare at the big, blue hand, holding you in dangerous heights. The next moment, the creature gently lets you slip into its huge palm and even lifts you up further. Your view wanders from the creature's light blue torso up towards its face, where your eyes finally meet. Instantly, you realize that it's a Swampert; a creature you have never seen up close before. Just as fascinated as you, the Swampert returns your curious look, probably wondering why a strange, mud-coated bug would be able to scream for help. The hand carrying you remains at the height of his belly, giving you the intimidating perspective of a towering, giant monster looking down at you.
The moment you attempt to induce a conversation, the Pokemon starts moving his other hand towards you, causing you to reflexively raise your arms in defense. Only a blink of an eye later, you feel his huge finger slowly stroking down your puny body, tenderly scraping off the dirt. It repeats the process, freeing you from the dirt on your torso and legs, then flips you over and repeats the procedure with your backside. The firm, yet pleasant pressure on your spine, almost reminding you of a massage, lets you forget the terrifying circumstances momentarily. You lower your head on the soft palm, close your eyes and let the creature proceed. Gingerly, the giant monster rubs over your back and legs, incredibly careful not to accidentally harm or scare you. After a while, being treated with such care and caution becomes quite enjoyable, and you even manage quell your fear to some extend. After being fondled for some more moments, you're pulled back to reality when the Swampert removes his finger from your back and begins to close the hand you're lying on. Utterly flummoxed, you hectically jump up, only to be completely embraced by the creatures firm grip. Surrounded by darkness, you vainly struggle and wriggle around to escape the monster's warm grasp.
Right in front of its face, the Swampert lessens the pressure and opens his fist, releasing you from your temporary prison. Nervously, you attempt to get a grip on one of the enormous fingers with both arms, but fail to embrace it completely. A short glance at the ground triggers a slight vertigo. Dropping down would surely doom you, since your position might be at the level of a small skyscraper.
Now that the mud has been cleaned off, the Swampert can finally get a closer look at you. Although you're grateful you have been saved from suffocating in a pit of sludge, you can't help being outright terrified. However, somehow you manage to swallow your fear for a few seconds, turn your head and look back; instantly spotting the Swampert's prying eyes. It is watching you intently, perceiving even your lightest twitches.
"Th... Thank you f-for saving m-me." your voice trembles in fear as you finally manage to talk, despite of not knowing whether your words will be understood. Surprisingly, your speaking causes its big eyes to lighten up in joy, slightly alleviating your terror.
Giving you a cheerful look, the huge Swampert...
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