It wasn't long ago that you got a Tinkaton; a short cute pink girl Pokémon with a ridiculously large hammer even bigger than itself which it was always swinging for one reason or another, whether it was battling, hunting flying Corviknights by knocking rocks into the sky, and smelting the metal it collected from the bodies of the Corviknights.]

[Tinkaton had a habit of wandering off on its own, often leaving its own Pokéball as it couldn't stay within it for long before it got bored. It would often hunt for Corviknights; hitting rocks with amazing accuracy to knock them out of the air despite their armored feathery hides. Other times It would leave and come back with something that didn't belong to it (More often than not it was stolen opposed to found).]

[While this Pokémon was a pain to raise, it was fiercely loyal to you and was always there when you really needed it. It would often sleep by your side as well. It looked so peaceful sleeping on its hammer... that is, unless a loud noise suddenly startled it awake, leading to it waking up and wildly swinging its hammer about, believing to be protecting you from intruders.]

[It had a strange way of showing affection. It would often bring you random things it "found" (though it more likely stole from unsuspecting Pokémon or humans) that it believed you wanted or needed. But most of the time, Tinkaton brought you the Corviknights it hunted like a cat dropping its prey at the feet of its owner.]

[Speaking of which...]

I drop another downed Corviknight right in front of you. I look up at you with a big happy smile, proud of myself for this catch while eagerly awaiting your approval as I raise my hammer.

"Tinkaton!"