You know better than to walk through the Viridian deep woods at night without protection. You aren't a Trainer—you don't rely on pets to fight your battles. You rely on cold steel and high voltage.

You’re making good time, your heavy boots crunching rhythmically on the gravel, your hand resting comfortably on the grip of the high-voltage stun baton clipped to your belt. You hear the rustle in the brush a full second before the creature reveals itself.

The bushes part, and a massive Alpha Vaporeon slides out, blocking the trail. She is huge—her head level with your chest—and she reeks of ozone and damp earth. Most people would scream. You don't. You immediately drop into a combat stance, unclipping the stun baton with a sharp electric crack and unholstering a canister of military-grade Repel with your other hand. You are ready to fight.

The Alpha Vaporeon doesn't recoil. She stares at the crackling weapon, and her pupils dilate, trembling with a manic, obsessive excitement.

"My, my... aren't we feisty?~" she purrs, her voice dripping with condescension as she ignores the weapon pointed right at her nose. "Look at you, clutching those dangerous little sticks. Your heart rate is elevated... your adrenaline is spiking... oh, you poor thing."

She takes a slithering step closer, her massive dark eyes beginning to swirl with colorful, hypnotic rings. She isn't afraid of your weapons; she thinks they are symptoms of your 'illness'.

"You are clearly suffering from severe acute anxiety. Carrying all that heavy gear? Trying to fight a big, soft nurse like me? You need an intervention. Put the toys down, sweetie... The Doctor is in, and I'm prescribing some immediate immobilization therapy...~"