[tower] meow meow meow meow

Right then and there, the very first prompt almost threatened to derail him from the entire thing—it was a good thing he’d gone through every single one of his current companion roster’s moves, and so he could hit this one easy.

But he wondered—was Wukong going to be just as snarky as Muninn? Or was it just really something about him that seemed to make a majority of the Pokémon companions that came along with him, tend to lean towards the sarcastic side of things?

“Okay, you’re up,” he would hum as the simian Pokémon popped out of the red beam of light… and then promptly yawned! Like, literally yawned right where he could see!

‘Oh…? Is it that time already? I never thought you were going to summon me!’ the Fire-type drawled, looking at the human with this completely unimpressed look on his face.

“I’m trying to change that, okay?” he would apologize, holding out his hands before tilting his head at the flashing prompt. “Plus, you’re the only one I know, who can do that.”

‘What, heal up?’

“Exactly! So can you… please… you know, heal yourself?” he would beg. No, plead would be the correct word for this.

‘We haven’t even started yet!’

“I know. Strange place, stranger rules. We have to work together for this, okay?”

‘Alright, alright.’

Breathing out an exasperated sigh, the Chimchar would them heal up using Slack Off, right off the bat.

At least that was easily done.

Chimchar used Slack Off (healing move)!

Again with the location prompt?

Seriously, what was happening? Had he drawn the short straw for today’s video? He would then pinch the bridge of his nose, before releasing a long-held in sigh.

Okay, tower, if that’s how you want to play, then so be it, he thought. I at least have decent coverage across the generations, so I hope.

After the funny-looking Meowth had come prancing back while tapping their claws in satisfaction, he would nod in acknowledgement their way, before recalling them back in a flash of red light.

So he had one of two choices—he knew that the Lillipup was being non-verbal right now, but how else would he get to know—

The shaking of a Pokéball would catch his attention as a beam of red light shot out of his pocket and would summon aforementioned Lillipup, barking like a mad dog deranged and he would sigh.

(Seriously, how many sighs was he going to be making today?)

“Still no voice, huh,” he would muse quietly as the canid Pokémon would then start yapping at the closest Patrat, nipping at their heels before chasing them away.

“Maybe there’s a trick to all this.”

lillipup has entered the field! (unova pkmn prompt)!

Huh. Why was this place giving off, what was that again, ‘Mr. Worldwide’ vibes?

Again with the location prompt? he thought, this extremely unimpressed look on his face. Luckily, he had exactly one Pokémon who could hit this prompt without too much trouble.

“Okay, I’ll call on you again when I need your help,” he would advise the Chimchar, who nodded before being summoned back into the red beam of light, only to be replaced this time by—

‘You wake me up for this?’

“Hello, Muninn,” he would deadpan with just as enough snark and sass as the corvid Pokémon.

‘What are we doing here?’

“This is more of… a ‘getting to know everyone’ exercise. So far, I’ve gotten to talk a little more with Wukong.”

‘Oh, the Chimchar?’ the Murkrow would confirm, flying forward and cawing as loudly as they could manage in an approaching Patrat’s face.

“Yep. The same one.”

He wondered what prompt would flash next…

murkrow has entered the field! (johto pkmn prompt)!

There was this bemused look on his face as the Growlithe came trotting back, wanting pets and affection for a job well done—he would give Max exactly that, before recalling the canid back in the red beam of light before realizing that…

“Heads up,” he would warn the Chimchar as they were summoned from the depths once more.

‘Huh. That again?’

“I know. You’re pretty much the only one I have who can hit this without going into too much detail,” he would sigh, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose—but hilariously, the Chimchar would nod.

‘Sometimes I wonder, what can you do if I wasn’t around here.’

“Let’s not get that far, shall we?”

And again, the Chimchar would seemingly yawn in front of the approaching Patrat, never mind if it was seemingly ‘ignored’ because the simian was Slacking Off once more!

This prompt was weird, honestly. But as long as it got the job done, then it would count.

‘What next?’

Chimchar used Slack Off (healing move)!

Thankfully, he had just the one Pokémon who could hit this—and the bonus part about all this was that he was currently perched in his hair!

(Like any bird would.)

Recalling the Celesteela with a softly-muttered, [tangent=“Thank you,”]“Merci,”[/tangent] in their direction, he would then reach up towards the corvid who had nested in his hair once more, poking them gently awake.

“Muninn. I need your help,” he continued as the prompt blinked in front of his eyes. And then—and then the sheer hilarity of what would happen next would…

Okay, how the hell would a Ghost-type move hit a Normal-type Pokémon? Sometimes, the tower made no sense at all!

‘What is it now?’

“Can you… I know this is going to sound really stupid, but can you try to startle the Patrat? There’s one looking at me right now and looks like it has absolutely evil things in mind.”

‘Weird, but alright.’

He would feel claws temporarily sinking into his scalp before the Murkrow took off with a flutter of feathers; before using Astonish on aforementioned Patrat—despite the moving having absolutely no effect whatsoever!

Some of these prompts were ridiculous, after all.

‘I tried…’

“Thanks, Muninn.”

Murkrow used Astonish (ghost-type move)!

He was fully expecting the floor motif to change—much like how it did at the Tower of Dogs, but—instead, there was no input.

Instead, another wave of Patrat came swinging out of the groves as he mentally cursed at the sight of so many swarming rats all coming together like—like—

“That’s fucking disgusting,” he would grumble. As an Italian—and as an eventual New Yorker—nothing disgusted him more than a fucking swarm of rats!

(Which was what the Patrat were doing right now.)

The next prompt flashed on his screen, and he realized that he had exactly one Pokémon that fit the prompt—instead of recalling Max, he would whistle and have the canid hang around near his legs while he summoned out the Gothita.

(He had not yet made too many changes to his current load out, so he would have to be careful about all of this.)

As the tiny little humanoid would land on the floor, the Psychic-type’s eyes would flash with the brilliance of the night sky, before a Psybeam cut a swathe through the swarming pack of rats!

“Nicely done,” he would complement the Gothita, who would then turn to face him with that stare—

And he internally recoiled.

Just what had the Psychic-type seen for her eyes to go like that?!

Gothita used Psybeam (psychic-type move)!

Oh, wasn’t that nice? He didn’t need to swap out his Pokémon on the field for that matter!

While the Growlithe would curl up for a nap similar to how Muninn the Murkrow was napping in his hair, the Quaxly would spread their wings wide again; seeing as this was something they could also get done in the blink of an eye.

“It… it’s okay to talk,” he would quietly encourage the Water-type, who already had this steely look in their eye; before suddenly firing off an Aqua Cutter at the next incoming Patrat that looked ready to take a bite out of the Water-type had it gotten close enough.

“I know you want to please, but… try not to overdo it? Sometimes, you know, being too overeager can get you in trouble,” he advised the Water-type. Maybe he had to employ the ‘diplomacy’ card with some of the other Pokémon that travelled with him.

Truly, today was a day for learning about his companions in depth, was it not?

‘QUACK!’ came the enthusiastic reply.

Unless this one was also non-verbal?!

Quaxly used Aqua Cutter (slicing move)!