[center][color=mediumseagreen][h2]Luigi Lama[/h2]
Feyhollow Town[/color][/center]

Lui plopped down on the forest floor, placing his violin case beside him and pushing his bag off his shoulder. It was dark and he was hungry – he could at least change one of those things.

Moving his bag so it was in his lap, he opened it up and started pulling out his snack: an assortment of colorful macarons, sweet and mouth watering. There was an odd little circle of orange rocks pointing up from between the leaves, outlining an area roughly the size of a dinner plate. It was peculiar how... uniform the rocks were, all evenly spaced in a perfect circles. What were those things he'd read about in the town's tourist pamphlet? Fairy circles? Lui thought they mostly formed with mushrooms, but maybe rocks happened too. How quaint.

Lui laid a small cloth on the ground in the circle and placed his container of macarons on top of it. The rocks erupted from the ground, scattering leaves to reveal the spiked rocks were all connected to each other by a smooth orange shell – a jaw.  They weren't rocks at all. They were teeth.

Lui shrieked.

Whatever it was that had clamped its jaws shut like a trap seemed to be in the process of swallowing its prize, cloth and plastic and all. Lui had scuttled backwards after falling back on his butt, staring with wide horrified eyes. The creature's own beady ways stared back.

Too quickly, the pokemon finished eating its meal. It climbed out of the shallow pit it had apparently been lurking in under the fallen leaves to reveal it was mostly just a head – a bulbous orange monstrosity comprising almost entirely of a set of jaws, a comically small insect-like body trailing after it.

The jaw turned towards him.

[color=mediumseagreen][i]Oh god. This is how I die.[/i][/color]

Its jaw opened up and lunged for him. Lui let out a panicked, strangled sound as he tried to scurry back some more out of range. But the pokemon’s teeth landed on the bag in his lap. It pulled backwards and the bag fell to the ground, still trapped in its jaws.

Lui yelled helplessly and surged forward to grab his bag, resulting in a tug-of-war until a [i]riiiiiiip[/i] echoed through the forest and the bag's contents scattered over the floor. Lui fell back on his rear again clutching a ruined scrap of cloth that had once been his bag. The pokemon was already starting to rummage through his belongings. Lui scrambled forward and grabbed the closest thing to him – the pokedex. The cherry-red pokeball had seemed to catch the pokemon's attention and it began clamping its teeth over it, leaving little indents of scratched red paint.

Lui, with a loss of what else to do, flipped open the pokedex and pointed it at the pokemon. His hands shook as he waited for the mechanical voice.

[indent][i]"Trapinch is a patient hunter. It digs an inescapable pit in a desert and waits for its prey to come tumbling down. This Pokémon can go a whole week without access to any water."[/i][/indent]

[color=mediumseagreen]"Does this look like a desert to you, sir?!"[/color] His voice was shrill and panicked, cracking on the last syllable.

The Trapinch finally managed to fit the pokeball in its mouth and swallowed it down and a muffled [i]click[/i] could be heard. In the next moment the Trapnch glowed red and its body seemed to be sucked into itself, disappearing in a flash. The dented pokeball fell to the floor, and gave a shake. Then another. And another.

A cheery [i]ding![/i] chimed in the night air.

He had somehow just caught his first pokemon.