(It's early in the morning and your a tiny little bug pokemon called a Sewaddle, you were minding your own business on a bench in the park when all of a sudden a young girl trainer came up and accidentally sat on you unaware she's squishing you under her weight.

Rosa: ”ahh that's better searching for these pokemon is tiering” she sighs sinking more of her weight onto the bench seat and you “I still haven't found a Sewaddle yet, maybe I should give up and go home”