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You look through the catalog of options, and all of them have their appeal... But there's a clear answer.
The Rotom chair of course!
The humble Rotom has of course, increasingly been bred and utilized in various electronics to vastly improve their capabilities, including pokedexs, phones, and the Rotom Bike... And the Rotom Chair is just a Rotom Bike but a chair!
That means you get zoom! And can float on water. The others may be more comfortable, but the Rotom chair is more CONVINENT, and convivence counts for a lot... it counts for everything.
Nimrah nods. "Very well, I had expected that, wait a minute."
He comes back with the bright red chair, and one of his bright blue beast balls. "I do not wish for you to be in danger again, so I am going to upgrade your chair with one of my pokemon instead of the Rotom, it will assist you when you need it. Just... give me a hour to make the adjustments."
You nod, somewhat excited. A ALIEN chair? You don't think anyone else has even had that. You can't wait... but unfortunately there isn't much else to do but wait. Minutes pass, then more, to be quite honest, you fall back asleep while waiting, your hands still clutching Mimikyu.
You are... at a campsite, the fire cracles in front of you, the sound of waves crash in the distance. And you are not alone.
Some hobo sits near the fire, watching the flames glumly, in his hands is a melty, half eaten smore, chocolate oozing down to his fat sausage fingers.
Even though the man is sitting, knees wrapped around his arms, he still looks down on you. "Hello."
You look around, seeing graves all around you. "Am I... dead?"
"No." He shakes his head. "Not this time. You got saved."
"By... Mimikyu?" You watch the giant nod.
"And yet you are among the dead." The man bites into his smore, chewing slowly. He stares at you as you wait for him to finish, he swallows. "Not that you aren't used to that. Ghosts follow you everywhere." He licks a finger. "We are alike in that."
"...Who... are you?"
He shakes his head. "A loser."
>Okay but why am I talking to you then?
>C-can I have a smore
>...why am I walking? I can't walk.
>Write in
