[Bonnie]

"Uh... guys? I don't think that was our client." I say as I notice some movement in a nearby crate. The crate was actually pretty small, so, whatever out client was, he or she had to be a very small pokemon. I lift the already opened lid off of the crate, and watch in horror as a skitty looks back up at me from a floor of flesh and blood. The thing was even currently gnawing on a lopunny head, almost forcing me to remember that horrible scene, and worse? The skitty's fangs and claws were even tinted red. Okay, I might have imagined that part, but it was still not a very pleasant scene with that crate. "Oh thank good-" the horrible creature starts to say, with me responding with what was probably my loudest scream yet, probably loud enough to be heard all the way back in Sunswept Plains, and that mysterious city that was beyond it. It was no surprise that the thing jumped out of the crate and hid in a corner after that scream, just like it was no surprise that I ran off into some other room, shouting "Get away from me, you evil thing!" as I ran off. I found myself in some sort of weird, small room that was filled with sticks that seemed to have bristles at the end of them... oh, wait, these were the things that my dad used to give me whenever he shouted at me to clean up the place... brooms, or something like that. It was dark in this room, and I could have already gotten splinters either from the floor or from one of these brooms, but it was still better than staying in the same room as that horror. [i]A-are all cat pokemon like that?[/i] I ask myself, as the situation was way too familiar... it was just as bad as that one time... that time I'd rather forget. [i]Was I wrong in trusting Leo back in Sunswept Plains?[/i] I then think as I continue to cower in this strange room, one where I hoped nobody would think to look.