“Okay, fine,” Weavile said. “You win. Guess you ain’t a trainer after all. You really don’t own any Pokemon, huh?”
“That’s right!” you said. “So, does that mean you won’t try to own me, either?”
Weavile held you in front of her face and sighed, as if upset. Her warm breath washed over you, making you shudder. “I guess. I always thought it was messed up for humans to catch and own Pokemon, and if that’s true, then it’d also be messed up if I tried to catch and own someone. So I ain’t gonna make you my pet.”
“Thanks!”
“Hold on. That doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you go. You’re way too special for that. I’m still gonna keep you, but you’re gonna be like a… companion. Not a pet.”
You were okay with that. It was better than being a pet, and way better than being food for this predator. Plus, at your size, you felt safer with a friendly Pokemon. You just hoped Weavile actually cared about your well-being, and was planning to take care of you. So you told Weavile you accepted being her companion.
Weavile was happy that you accepted. “Cool. So, I’m gonna head back to my den now. Guess I’ll take you and your stuff with me.”
Holding you in one hand, she used the other to gather your stuff. Carrying you, your bag, and your un-shrunken clothes, she began walking through the nighttime forest.
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