Wingulls flew overhead, wild Marill teetering along the edge of the stone bricks plastered into place, surrounding the human-made rivers, the sun gleaming with the frequent unpreturbed joy of the Pokémon world. A gentle life for most, while others participate in battles. Often, you'd have the opportunity of peering upon stray battles here and there between trainers. It was nice, though, you never stayed for too long.

After all, you had your own team to return to at the end of each day.

Shrugging your heavy grocery bags further onto your arm, the plastic wrinkled against its fellow bags while your trekked your way home, eager to return to your precious Pokémon.

And hopefully Rotom dex had them under control. A replay of your prior days when you first began leaving them alone was very much not wanted. Though, you've learned to have your hopes at a medium size.

Before making it past the small white picket fences that defended your home, surrounding it almost entirely — you were immediately greeted by one of your Pokémon partners with an eager chirp.