All the air is knocked out of the Flareon's lungs at once, ending with a short lick of flames that flows past their pointed fangs. Stomach now hurting, the fluffy fire-type crawls back onto four feet with a low groan. A brief shake of their head, and the fire type is ready to rock this human's world!
A cocky smirk becomes their facial feature as they look down to find that...
The human's gone.
...The human's gone?
AH! The human's gone!
With a surprised bark, the Flareon spins around and around, looking between their legs, under a bit of grass, beneath the nearby tree, anywhere the little guy might've gotten to, but he's nowhere to be seen!
That is because you are now attached to the panicked Pokemon...
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