Finn hadn't logged into the game for a while, and after the depressing defeat against the Glaceon boss he's eager to build up a new team of heavy hitters to try again. His Litten had seemed particularly effective against the ice-type giant, so naturally he finds himself in the crater.

His Piplup is sullen, not even harassing him with his indignant squawking.

"Is this because I didn't let you fight the Glaceon?"

He has Pokemon speech disabled, having quickly tired of the foul-mouthed penguin, but he gets no reply regardless. His starter kicks a stone.

"We lost, anyway," Finn grumbles. "I need you to beat the shit out of some Fire-types so I can kick its ass next time."

Now, where were those Fire-types...?

After he's done writing his strongly-worded letter about how stupid it is that the first thing that he sees in this Fire-type zone is this dumb cat that he got for free from that Cat Tower thing, he lowers his arm to close the UI and blinks.

"Wow, you really did a number on it."

Emperor isn't paying him any attention, continuing to roll around in the dusty crater with the hissing, spitting, almost-unconscious cat.

Shit. Where do I find that golden Pokeball again?

It dodges. Of course it does. Cats hate water.

Finn is starting to hate this game. He can't stand losing.

At least if he can beat up the Glaceon before he stops playing, he can arbitrarily prove himself. And there's no way he's going to give his stupid rival Allotta Bambooga the satisfaction of knowing he'd ragequit after he failed at the boss.

"See, this is why I didn't let you fight the Glaceon."