"This is unheard of. Whatever could have done this? What happened here?"
Two grey eyes set their luminary sights upon you, the slits of this helmet do little to stop this Pokemon from looking you over with an almost machine like precision. Up and down, as if committing each and every one of your bodily features to memory, the mismatched Pokemon thoroughly looks you over.
"Male, devoid of all outer protection, this one clearly did not inflict this state upon himself. This shouldn't be possible. How could a maker morph into such a tiny form?"
They're just as confused as you... They don't know what's going on, they can talk, you've never seen this type of Pokemon here, or ever, but maybe they're willing to help you? You don't know unless you ask, and you're not getting any warming just laying here.
"He-"
Before you can finish your word, the titanic Pokemon...
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