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The first thing he heard was a loud cackling noise.

A sudden zipping shadow caught his attention, as he came to a stop and followed the trail where the shadow was headed.

Looking up and trying to follow where it was headed yielded—

A Weavile.

“Well, not really…” he said to nobody in particular, waving a hand at the Weavile who had stopped to take a good look at him.

“Go on, you might have a bunch of Sneasel kids waiting for you or something. Go!” he said, shooing the Weavile away as he continued searching.

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skipping Weavile

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The next thing he would catch sight of—well, it wasn’t on the ground. It was… somewhat stuck in a puddle? Of some sort?!

“What the fu—” he trailed off, blinking as he saw the Pokémon lying on its side, before feeling something vibrate on his wrist. Quickly checking if it was still alive, Lars wasn’t expecting for this to be one of the last four he needed—

“How did you end up all the way out here?” he asked, as if the toilet bowl Arctovish would answer.

A few seconds later he got an idea, summoning Ryujin who let out the biggest of yawns that became a startled look of surprise.

“Yes, yes, Ryujin, I know. Weird bathroom Pokémon here. It’s dying though, gimme a Whirlpool or a Hydro Pump. No, better—Rain Dance!” he said, indecisive.

At the last second, a cold, pouring rain began coming down where the sideways Arctovish lay.

“Come on, faster—this thing has to be alive—” he hissed as he quickly turned it over so that it was face-up in the pouring rain.

“Get some more water out here, can you gently spray a Hydro Pump around the place so it’s not dying like a fish out of water?” he continued. “No, wait—get a Rock Slide around us first.”

There was an idea forming.

Several crazy minutes later, there was a haphazardly-built “swimming pool” out of condensed rocks, being filled by the falling rain water. Now that the Arctovish wasn’t looking so—dead—he got splashed in the face.

“What?” he asked the toilet bowl Arctovish, to which he got another splash.

Apparently the deity was busy… or sleeping. Great. How was he going to make heads or tails of this shit?

Another friendly splash, this time in the direction of both him and the Swampert.

“You’re lucky we were around.”

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catch attempt on the toilet bowl Arctovish!