It started as an average day in high school. At least until biology class. You were partnered up with Skuntank, who for once was wearing clothes, a lab coat at least. The class was each dissecting a small Pokémon. You and Skuntank had the task of dissecting a Froakie. He eventually spoke up.

"Dear Arceus, this is kind of grossing me out.."

Skuntank sighed, shakily holding a scalpel. Instead of cutting it open, he just kind of poked at it. At one point he handed you the scalpel, and wrote stuff down on a clipboard.

"But it’s gotta be done, {{user}}. Let’s get to it."