(young male giants)
The interior of the cabin is hot. And it's only bound to get hotter until dusk. If you remain in here forever, you may well suffer a heat stroke. And that's assuming the boat doesn't get taken to the water. If this thing goes bottom up - an inevitability, given that it's a plaything - you risk getting swept out to sea, where you would easily be devoured by any of a large variety of water Pokemon. You gotta get out of this thing, now... and if that means alerting the boys to your presence, so be it. The moment you hear the POP of the door bursting open, you bolt out of the cabin and onto the deck of the ship.
You gasp in shock and awe as you find yourself in front of a gaping maw. The boat suddenly rocks and tilts to a severe angle. You stumble onto your bottom and you find sliding tumbling forward across the boat's low-friction surface, right towards the edge of the abyss. You smash against a plastic surface, normally the elevated edge of the boat just narrowly saving you from falling in... but now you're only a simple misstep away from falling to your death.
The boat suddenly jostles again, and you very nearly take the plunge. Just before you do, however, the boat rights itself, and then the tilt reverses, sending you back towards the middle. When the boat finally comes to a halt, you find yourself staring up at the building sized face of a tan-skinned youngster, likely native to Alola. The boy's mouth, the may you saw earlier, is agape in silent awe.
The boy's mouth curls upwards, and his teeth press together, his awe transforming into a frightful toothy grin. It is a sight that makes your tiny heart skip a beat. The boy breaks into a spooky giggle, his hands' uneven grip on the boat nearly sending you staggering back. You are then subject to a feeling of weightlessness, followed by a pair of booming THUDs and a sudden burst of downward movement. After a brief moment of calm, you plunge once more, letting out a feeble scream as you do.
When you finally regain your senses, you find yourself before the legs of the enormous boy. Judging by his proportions, he's likely in the first grade. Possibly the second. His skin is tan, and he's wearing a pair of light blue swim trunks with white alolan floral patterns, a maze of mesh visible within those wide legholes. Above the trunks are a white t-shirt with a black collar, and a (presumably functioning) pokeball affixed to a simple cord necklace. He's looking down at you with an almost indimidating degree of confidence
"Guys. I found more than just a grape!"
"What did you find? A toy?"
"money?"
"Heh! A toy? I mean. Kinda? Not really?"
"Kinda" a toy? You find yourself enduring the ups and downs of an emotional roller coaster. This boy could end you as easily as he could scratch an itch. His disposition towards you is now the ONLY thing that matters for your pitiful existence....well, that, and perhaps. the disposition of his friends. If this boy actually views you as anything like a toy... your odds of survival might have just hit near 0 percent.
"Kinda a toy? " One of the boys inquires, sharing your question even if he's approaching it from curiosity rather than mortal apprehension.
You step over towards the edge of the boat and gaze over at the other two boys, hwo are visible ot you courtesy of the wide gap between the alolan youngster's legs. The other two appear to be older , likely in the third, fourth, or fifth grade. One of them is blond, fair skinned and is wearing a pair red swim briefs and sandals. His hairstyle is one that's popular among Galarian youngster. He's holding a bottle of water in his hand, while the third kid is applying sunscreen to his back. The third boy has black hair , Asian complexion, pair of skin tight swim shorts, and a green vest. Typical of an Alolan Rising star.
The rising star finishes applying sunscreen to the Galarian's back, and quickly crawls on all fours towards you, his head peering over to the side of the alolan youngster's swim trunks. The blond haired boy stomps over and advances past the boat before squatting down, flanking it from the other side.
"What is that? Is it a bug?" The Galarian boy asks. The tan-skinned youngster chuckles and responds. "Well yeah, but it's not just any bug. It's an uh...uh..." "An Alolan Inchling." "Hay I knew that!"
"H.. hey. I'm not from Alola..."
"Look at it waving at us..."
"They're smarter than most bugs..."
"Hey... what should we do with it..."
"We catch it, duhhhhh"
"But we don' thave any bug catching gear"
"Mmm... good point but.. you got a water bottle, right? Just use that."
The blond boy looks at his water bottle, then down at you. "I dunno. Sounds like a waste of water." "Oh come on." "Fine..."
You watch in awe as the blond haired boy unscrews the cap of the bottle of water and turns it over, unleashing a thunderous deluge as a column of water descends onto the beach. It's an almost otherworldly sight... as if the water bottle were some magical object , unleashing an unnatural storm on the world below. Eventually, the column of water fades into a spout, and then a few sporadic cannonball sized drips, until the boys conclusively determine that the bottle is 'empty.'
The blond haired boy lowers the bottle in front of the ship and turns it onto its side, giving you relatively easy access to the gaping opening. This is it. The human contact you've been hoping for. Once you're in the bottle, you will be conclusively separated from nature, and will once find yourself in a world governed by humans. But these humans are a band of immature gradeschool-aged gods, who seem not entirely certain that you're anything beyond a plaything. And they seem to view this as more of a 'capture' than a 'rescue.' You look up at the blond haired boy's face. He gazes back down at you with a toothy grin and an almost adorable twinkle in his eyes. It smacks of manufactured cuteness.
"Think it needs some encouragement." The rising star proclaims, before stepping away and returning with a piece of candy. He gestures for the blond youngster to angle the bottle up, and the rising star quickly dumps the candy piece into the bottle. When this proves insufficient, the tan-skinned yongster gets a stick and lowers it onto the boat, holding it right behind your back. He starts poking it at you. Realizing you'll be forced in without being able to engage in further dialogue with the boys if you don't do anything, you sidestep the stick. The boy replies by lifting it up and THWAMMING it down onto the boat right in front of you, sending a painful ringing into your ears and nearly crushing you in the process. You back away from the stick before hopping up on top of it. He can't crush you if you're standing on it.
"Haha~ What a dummy." The Alolan youngster proclaims before thrusting the stick into the bottle. Not having enough time to dive off of it, the best you can do is duck down, just narrowly managing to avoid getting hit on the head. The galarian youngster immediately angles the bottle upwards. The Alolan grabs at his shirt, then pinches the cloth of his shirt along the stick, using the cloth to shield himself from potential splinters. You strike the bottom of his shirt and tumble into the jar, a droplet of water breaking your fall, though the impact is still painful. After a moment of soreness, you get up to your feet and look aroudn for any way out. Nope. Nothing. Only you, a few droplet s of water, and a Wimps candy piece just a smidge smaller than you are.
The blond boy quickly applies the lid onto the bottom. "YAY WE GOT'EM!" "Heh heh. awesome. " "Let's get this thing an airhole so it doesn't run out of air." "Um How are we gonna do that? We don't have anything to poke a hole. " "umm... wait. I know..."
The alolan youngster grabs his pokeball and unleashes a monstrously large Pokemon, one easily putting Ho-Oh to shame thrice over. And what exactly is this legendary bird?
A simple Pikipek.
The Pikipek almost immediately eyes you in the bottle and caws with hunger. "Hold on. This one isn't for you. But if you help us I'll give you a snack later." The Alolan youngster explains. The Pikipek glares at you, hopping along the sand, looking at you with anger over his master's refusal to offer you as food. But eventually the Pikipek relents. The bird brings its beak over to the top of the bottle and drills in an airhole before retracting its spearlike beak. The alolan youngster claps his hands, only for the rising star to gesture with his hand. "Wait. Let's make sure we didn't make the airhole big enough for the inchling to fall out. " "good idea!"
The alolan youngster holds the bottle over his head and immediately reorients it, sending you tumbling towards the opening. The alolan youngster squints his eyes while the other two boys lean forward to observe.
"mmm..."
"Looks good..."
You glance over at the hole, just as curious as the boys are. You find that the hole is only barely bigger than your arm. You reach out, your tiny hand poking out.
"It's getting out!"
"no it isn't. It's only got a tiny little bug arm out. Gotta be careful though. It might try to make the hole bigger if we aren't careful..."
The Alolan boy gently nudges his finger against your tiny hand. Even with the boy doing everything he can to be gentle, the impact hurts like heck. You immediately retract your hand back into the bottle... and the moment you do, the boy orients the bottle and sends you tumbling down to the bottom, leaving you trapped helpless, even if you can breathe.
"Sooo.... What should we do with the little wimp?"
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