You reach down and pick up the ball closest to you with both hands. You stare at its shiny surface for a moment, before tossing it a few feet in front of you.
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You wait, but nothing happens. Confused, you walk over and pick it up again. You examine it for a moment before realizing that the circular extrusion on the front can be pushed down. You press down hard with your slimy finger, causing it to burst open and emit a flash directly in your face. You stumble backwards as your eyes readjust.
You blink a few times, then look down. There you see a Zigzagoon standing by your feet, looking up at you. Frustration and disappointment fill your face, "Gah! I can't eat you! Those bristles will destroy my throat!"
The Zigzagoon looks confused, "Eat me?"
"I was HOPING whatever was in that Pokeball would be a good snack, but that didn't pan out."
The small raccoon looks around, "What happened to my-?"
"Eaten. Probably. Not by me, though I did try."
"Oh." The Zigzagoon's eyes dart around, unsure of what to do, "then I guess I'll just... go."
"Yeah, you do that."
The Zigzagoon runs off into the trees. With him gone, you look back at the Pokeball you have yet to open.
