Unaware Pokemon

Pressure pushes down on all sides.
Mark feels like popcorn being crushed by everything in the proverbial package
he's been packed tightly into.
But this package isn't square at all.
It's not made of cardboard.
It isn't even the phallic kind of package, it's not a package at all!
...So why did he even call it one?
"Uuuuugh..." Mark groans as he tries to move, but quickly finds himself stuck under tons of...
Something.

The sour smell of these enclosed confines warps Mark's mind into
strange and unusual places as he opens his eyes.
This inverted land is more of a half oval, not that Mark can see that high.
He is stuck in a bumpy black canyon, compressed entirely by enough dirt to bury a city block.
Mark is trapped in one of the Lycanroc's paw pad wrinkles!

The ground is his sky now, moving with the lurching steps of the big bad she-wolf as she shambles on to parts unknown.
Unknown to Mark, that is.
Then again, it's hard to know anything when you are constantly slammed against Terra Ferma turned upside down!
Oddly, no pain comes to Mark as he is pressed face first into the ground beneath this werewolf's paws.
Perhaps a result of his utterly diminutive size, perhaps Mark is that much more resistant to being crushed.
All the same, the pain is removed but Mark is jammed increasingly tighter into his dirty paw prison every time the grassy skies embrace this padded world of paw!

Lycanroc's universe-rumbling growl can be heard above the apocalyptic shuffle of the feet...