[tower] meow meow meow meow

The next ten floors had changed—from the Patrat that were lugging tools around, the entire place now looked like…

“Oh, come on. You can’t be serious?” he would exhale, taking a few moments to pinch the bridge of his nose out of sheer—incredulity. That was the closest he could describe this entire thing without going into too much detail.

The first obstacle of the new floor was an obviously-gaping hole that spanned halfway, and looked like a nasty fall back down thirty or so floors… what the hell.

The new prompt also flashed above him, and while the Charmander sought safety behind his legs, the Quaxwell would also let out an equally-exasperated noise of disgust.

Thankfully, he had just the Pokémon for this.

The Rockruff would make another appearance; and this time…

“Can you hit them from across here?” he would ask the canid Pokémon who was also alarmed at the sight of the hole in the floor.

A singular yipping noise of approval would ring out; before a series of boulders in the form of a Rock Slide would be thrown across the yawning chasm; striking one of the Patrat that was taunting them from across the area.

rockruff has entered the field! (alola pkmn prompt)!

The next prompt would come right after they’d somehow managed to scale the tarred stairs with some difficulty—and then they were in a wide-open space. But wait. With the insanity of the previous floors, surely there was a—

And then the trap itself would come swinging down in the form of a can of paint hoisted up on something he could barely see!

‘Whoa!’ the Murkrow would yell, giving him barely enough time to dodge out of the incoming can’s range! ‘What the hell?!’

“Seriously?!” he would grumble; quickly recalling the Charmander for their safety while leaving the Quaxwell to travel alongside him and the Murkrow… decreased priority?

It would take a few minutes before he would eventually hit on who could get this prompt; thankfully he had someone that could in the form of Max, the golden retriever of a Growlithe that he owned.

After the Fire-type had gotten their zoomies out by running around their feet in tireless circles, a singular Roaring noise would frighten off the Patrat before the second can of paint would come swinging down on them.

“Yikes. Thanks, Max,” he would breathe out as he picked up the Growlithe afterward and crossing the room to the next obstacle that lay ahead of them.

growlithe used roar! (decreased priority move prompt)!

The next ‘booby-trapped’ room looked like a wire obstacle—but closer observation revealed that the wire was actually… rigged up with something sticky he did not want to find out the name of.

“These obstacles are just getting stranger and stranger,” he sighed as the Murkrow settled themselves in his hair; while the Quaxwell followed behind them. He’d already recalled the Rockruff once they’d managed to clear the iced stairs (with a lot of difficulty) and now…

He was sorely tempted to throw out his Kartana, but he knew that he hadn’t cracked the code yet on how to communicate with them, so—

Celesteela it is.

[tangent=“Can you blast this away for us?”]“Peux-tu nous faire exploser ça?”[/tangent] he would address the comically-large Ultra Beast once she’d emerged out of the red beam of light. [tangent=“Be careful about it.”]“Faites attention à cela.”[/tangent]

The Murkrow and the Quaxwell would give him this strange look while the Celesteela set to work; firing off a gigantic boulder in the form of a Smack Down attack that would eventually cause the wires to snap and break, clearing the way for the Celesteela to smack the smug Patrat waiting for them out of the way afterward.

[tangent=“Thank you. I appreciate it.”]“Merci. J'apprécie.”[/tangent]

celesteela has entered the field! (single-stage pkmn prompt)!

The lucky thing here was that he didn’t need to swap out Pokémon because the next prompt was something the Chespin could hit—

However this time there was a trap that involved what looked like an electric fan set up in front of a bucket of feathers that had also been coated in sticky…

Wow, had these Patrat gone on a movie spree of some kind? Why were all the ‘traps’ haphazardly designed?

Another sharp whistle would redirect the all-too-happy Chespin to continue using Rollout to knock the electric fan off to one side—not in a head-long attack, but one from the side.

The visceral, yet absolutely satisfying sound of the ‘STRIKE!’ noise would echo throughout the room; which would also send the Patrat that came in to check on the trap running back out in the same direction they’d come from!

“These traps are nuts.”

chespin used rollout! (rock-type move prompt)!

The next trap was… sparkling?

As it turned out the next trap was a literal hail of glitter… but it was the kind of glitter that had been soaked in glue, so it was the disgustingly sticky kind of goo…

“Gross,” he would grumble as he’d picked up the Vulpix and was holding her in one of his arms; before poking at the Murkrow—he did not want to resort to using his Alolan Sandshrew just yet.

(He wasn’t exactly done juggling an entire team composition so there was that.)

‘What, is it my turn again?’

“Yes, Muninn. I need your help. Can you use your Haze move for me?”

‘What? Such a strange request.’

“The current obstacle needs an Ice-type move and by strange technicalities, that’s an Ice move.”

‘Alright, alright.’

The Murkrow would temporarily depart from his ‘nest’, sinking claws into his scalp while doing so before using the Haze move to clear out whatever this… sticky gunk was.

murkrow used haze! (ice-type move prompt)!

Now that they’d cleared out the previous batch of obstacles, there was a new series of obstacles waiting… wait, what?

Since when had there been an entire section of rest and relaxation rooms in this tower? So strange. He was about to breathe out a sigh of relief when he saw the signs of destruction here and there—the beds had been slept in; there were unwashed dishes in the sink; hell the vending machines had squabbling Patrat arguing and causing a hold up!

‘What… the hell?’ the Quaxwell blinked.

“No idea. Let’s clear the place out while we’re at it,” he shrugged. He then realized that… it was Wukong’s time to shine once again!

“Leanne, talk to you later, okay,” he would breathe in the Vulpix’s direction, who then disappeared in a flash of red light before the next one hit the ground.

“I need your help again, Wukong,” he began as the Chimchar emerged from the burst of red light.

‘What is it this time?’ the simian would ask before looking up at the prompt on the screen. ‘Oh! Beds! Can we sleep in them?’

“After we’ve driven the Patrat away.”

‘Oh, alright…’ the Chimchar grumbled; before running over to swat a Patrat out of the way; and then suddenly jumping to one of the beds and then settling down before using Slack Off.

In typical lazy monkey fashion!

chimchar used slack off! (healing move prompt)!

The next thing they needed to clear out were the… oh, eww, spilled popcorn all over the beanbags area? This was… this was going to take a while.

But then again, the prompt was—okay, he knew he’d seen this in another Tower he’d been part of, so there was that. And he had just the one who could help him with this.

“Max!” he would sharply whistle in the Growlithe’s direction.

“Help me out here, will you?” he added; and the canine would bark exactly once; before using the surprising Helping Hand move—huh, who knew that Growlithe knew that?!

“Hey, I didn’t know you could do that,” he hummed as the Fire-type helped him move the beanbags around to clear out the spilled snacks on the floor.

growlithe used helping hand! (zero power move prompt)!