-Samuel-
I see someone enter the room with the chatot that robbed us and I jerk in a violent way, as if I was about to hit him and he uses Peck, which makes me faint. Thankfully, he didn't use it with too much force, so he didn't kill me, but still. After about 7 minutes, I wake up again and see that the Chatot was gone and Kecleon was force-feeding me the rest of an Oran Berry. He murmurs something and looks at the Buneary with his squinted eyes and sighs. He had been woken up by the loud sound I made, which sounded like 'GAAAHUAHGH,' and I had a mark from where Chatot used Peck on me. I wipe my eyes, smearing the blood all over my face and cough. "Hey... um... what's your name again?" I ask, looking at the Buneary. "Um... wasn't a good first impression, was it?" I say awkwardly and I start sweating a little. "I'm Samuel," I say, holding out my hand for a handshake.

-William-
Not too long after I nestled back to sleep, I hear a loud groan-wheeze-scream. I jump up in surprise at this noise and see Chatot glaring at my partner's limp body. I gasp at the site and go invisible almost instantly and hide for a minute or so before I realize that the Chatot was friendly. I make myself visible again, and see Sam's body, and I ask "The hell happened?"

"He made a move that scared me, so I used peck. Don't worry, I toned it down so he wouldn't die," Chatot says, glaring at Samuel's unconscious body. "Anyways, this is your room, and we'll bring in another bed for you. Tomorrow," Chatot says, looking at the Buneary. "So, 'William Lennard', this is your new partner Bonnie... uh... just Bonnie. Tell your friend about her when he wakes up... if he wakes up."

I shiver at this and continually poke Samuel. Chatot leaves and I wait until he wakes up, and then I take out the half of an Oran Berry I had left, and make him eat it. He groans as he stands up and greets himself. "This is Just Bonnie. She's our new partner."

"Oh yeah, I've met her before, just in the lounge," Sam says, and shakes her hand.

I look at the Buneary and notice the scars, and I ask "Woah... what happened? Are you okay?" as I stare at the scars. "You can tell us. We'll tell you how we got our scars if you tell us how you got yours," I say, not thinking about how they could have come about.