>>57671687Right after my batch of Blastoise.
Wartortle story:
The traveler spotted the Wartortle standing in the shallows, its sturdy form rising from the water, casting a perfect reflection beneath the golden sunset. The pool seemed calm, inviting—a perfect place to cross.
The Wartortle watched, unmoving, save for the faint ripple of its tail curling against the surface.
The traveler hesitated. The stream had been deep in places, the current deceptive, but here—right here—it looked safe.
A single step. The water barely lapped at their ankle. Another. Their foot hit something firm beneath the surface. Rock?
The Wartortle didn’t move.
Another step.
Then the floor was gone.
The traveler plunged into the abyss, the false ground vanishing beneath them. They gasped, kicking desperately, but the water churned to life around them—dark shapes circling, shells gliding just beneath the surface.
Clawed hands seized their legs, dragging them down.
As the light faded above, the last thing they saw was the first Wartortle—still standing, still watching—as if it had never moved at all. 