You cursed your luck. It was only the first day of your Pokemon journey. And in only a few hours, you regretted leaving Turfield. You had gotten your starter, had your first badge and made the mistake of exploring the Wild Area. Your starter had been eaten by that Gigantamax Toxtricity that you had unfortunately stumbled upon.
And now, you were in the depths of a Charizard's furnace of a stomach. It was incredibly hot, humid and sticky. There was not point in fighting, you were done for. All that was left was to wait until you were slowly and likely painfully digested.
It seemed like hours had passed and you were still unscathed from the Charizard's innards. You could hear the powerful heartbeat somewhere above and the steady breathing. By this point, you assumed the massive Fire type was sleeping.
"Guess there's no harm in trying to rest." You said to yourself as you laid back. It did not take long for you to become comfortable in the soft folds of the stomach and before long you were slumbering.
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