>>6198477>>6198507>>6198561>>6198585You’re about to call out for help, but the situation forces you to reconsider. You don’t have any idea who could be beyond this place, or whether they stand as friend or foe.
And so, taking advice from a part of yourself you can’t seem to place the origin of, you maintain silence. You focus intently on those footsteps, they have a sort of flat sound, slapping against the floor like sandals, though not as harsh. The footsteps stop right outside the door. There’s a thin slit in which you can make out two shapes, someone’s definitely standing right outside. You hear a low creak from the doorframe, and you deduce that the figure is leaning against the door, listening just as you are.
The knob turns, and the door slides open just slightly. You fear the worst, but instead, a small Pokémon pokes its head through, scanning the room starting from the windows, before locking eyes on you. Feathers, a beak, and what you initially believe to be a small hat but appears to also be feathers. You feel slightly relieved, and impressed with your own deduction, those were of course footsteps belonging to webbed feet.
Your relief is once again replaced by confusion at a pondering: how did they open the door? At that size, there’d be no way for them to reach the doorknob without jumping for it as well. You’re also perplexed at the avian’s… clothing? Indeed, they’re wearing a black and yellow cloak, tied around the collar by a silver chain.
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