The Cyndaquil crouched low to the ground nearly bunching into a perfect ball when Gredy crept closer to him. The Pokemon’s quills continued to roar and hiss as they surged from his back like welding torches. The fire mouse didn’t move an inch, trembling softly as the stranger crouched to his level.

[b]Hey. Are you all right? Do you have a name?[/b]

The gentleness in the trainer’s voice for some reason made him break. The Pokemon slowly transformed back into a human boy, lying on the ground with his legs curled beneath him and fists against his weeping eyes. He sat upwards, wiping at his eyes as he whimpered a reply, “He ca-called me, Chris. What did I do wrong? Why does he hate me?”
[@Bright_Ops]