Closet Monster

 It was impossible to describe.
 A mass of tentacles, shadows, fur, and scales.
 It did not move so much as writhe. It did not walk so much as flow. A monster, through and through.
 And one with a target.
 A man.
 A single, unsuspecting man.
 Who thought he was safe, in the confines of his own room.
 Which is why his back was to the closet.
 The gaping, yawning maw of void that was his closet.
 The realm where monsters l

 Befriending the Wolf Rider

 Hm.
 That was definitely a loud sound, from his room.
 
 So.
 The smart thing to do was to back off and maybe call the police or something.
 The stupid thing to do was to grab a thick walking stick, hold it like a club, and go investigate.
 And thus Ben found himself doing the stupid thing. Apparently he was hoping this would work like it did on TV or something. Oh well, he was here now - hopefully whomever was robbing h

 Impromptu Ambassador


 And the door opened.
 Image sighed - even as his soldiers gasped and recoiled. There was no reason for the hyenas to march into his throne room when they had a meeting room - specifically designed by the hyena - for meetings of any sort.
 Which meant this was just a show of power.
 Which why.
 Why was this necessary?! It wasn't like the bats could give more supplication to the hyena than they were already. Which reminded Image, he had to

 Waiting on a Second


 "Hey Brian, did - whoa what?!"

 Since well.
 It was easy to overlook that Brian was even there given the giant greenskinned monster sitting there behind him. Arms literally wrapped around Brian.
 Did he. Did he call the police? Actually there wasn't really a point - the police wouldn't come if there was an orc there.

 "Oh, uh, h - hey, uh, Ricardo." Brian gave a bit of a nervous swallow. "I, uh. Forgot you were coming over."

 

Beneath Relevance


 Held in the air by his collar.
 Here would come the slam against the cave wall. Crap, actually this part of the cave was slanted a little - had to maneuver himself just a touch so he wasn't impaled on an outcropping or something.
 There was the slam.

 Actually that slam wasn't all that strong.
 ...that wasn't quite fair. It was strong enough that the entire cave system shook a little bit, which was expected at the weight of an orc slamming anot

 Pianzi's Great Luck

 The door opened.
 Welp.
 Wuzhi steeled himself. "Hello, Pianzi. Need some more rope?"

 "Good morning, Wuz-zy! And yep, you nailed it in one! My last rope got split while I was doing some rock climbing!"

 Okay what. The horse lowered the cloth he'd been folding - yes that was in fact Pianzi. The big brown bear, who was actually much less threatening of a combatant than he looked.

 "...Wuz-zy?"

 "You got any of the good rope

Potentially Unsolvable


 Hm.
 He was nearing camp.

 Those two traps were very noticeable, though. Clearly useless as traps themselves, since there wasn't a lot of value to a trap that everyone could see coming. Unless maybe some warrior or Ancha was running too quickly to pay attention, but then they'd probably run into a tree in there.

 The point was probably the additional traps around the initial one - those were better hidden. But the false traps being there mean

 Searching for Territory

 Hm.

 This was the hardest part of being a lone Nidoking. No territory, no respect. And every sound you heard could be a challenge, a fight. Possibly your final fight - yes, he was stronger than basically every pokemon around, but that didn't mean he couldn't lose.

 Would this be it?
 Would this be that day?

 ...no.
 This was a small pokemon. A Vivillon, with a broken wing.
 Yep.

 "O - oh Arceus - I'm so s - sorry