The jingle of Pokemon Centers automatic sliding door sounded out as Matthias walked through and into the lounge of the center.

  “See anything bro?”

  “Rat!” His Patrat shook its head, keeping its eyes open and a hand to its brow while scouring every corner of the Center's interior from its vantage point on Matt's shoulder.

  “You tell me if you see anything that looks like this, alright?” He tapped his phone screen, where he’d pulled up a picture of a Larvitar. Patrat neurotically swung its head from the screen to the Center's interior, comparing every inch against the screen before once again shaking its head while keeping its eyes peeled, “Pat!”

  “Just keep your eyes peeled.” Matt took a seat in the lounge and scrolled through his Chatter Feed. If he was going to go to the center anyway, why shouldn’t he try his luck at getting a nice bonus? Of course Matt had never seen a Larvitar before, he’d never even heard of them before. It was only after a quick search online he’d found out they were the young of Tyranitar, now that name he’d heard before. Mostly because they were some of the most powerful and rarest Pokemon around. He’d once caught a high-level League match in which a trainers Tyranitar had entirely terraformed the arena to its liking, the thing didn’t even look exhausted by the end of the match, instead simply looking angered.

  Ah damn, his Feed was absolute crap today, it was just people begging for likes, the oldest memes he’d ever seen and giveaways like the one which had brought him here.

  ‘Alright, let's get that Potion…’ As he was rising from his seat, Patrat janked his hair violently, “Pat! Pat! Pat!”

  The shock almost made him stumble and he cried out in pain, “Argh, what the hell, Patrat?!”

  Still janking his hair, Patrat pulled his head to the right and pointed his eyes to the front desk, “Pat! Rat-Pat!”

  Matt already wanted to jank the annoying little vermin off his shoulder, but his brain halted entirely when he saw what was just walking past the front desk of the center. Olive-green skin, bipedal with a red shell on its stomach, a bouquet-like tail and a large, dull horn on its head.

  ‘That’s the Larvitar!’ A double click of the Power-Button brought up the camera and he was already shooting away. A picture, then the video, in whose background his quiet mutterings of “Holy crap, holy shit, holy…” could be heard.

  The elevator opened and rolled shut just a short ten seconds later. For some reason, Matt was out of breath, ‘I just got a 100 Pokedollar Giftcard, didn't I?’

  Chatter was opened again more on instinct and he quickly posted the pictures.

  Matt slumped even further into the lounge chair, his legs were sprawled so far out by now that a few disgruntled trainers had already been forced to step over them as his eyes were glued to his phone.

  On his shoulder, Patrat was still keeping a civil watch over the entire area, presumably watching for any danger nearby. Patting his companion on the head, he spoke up, “You can stop watching Patrat, I got all the pictures I need.”

  “Pat-Pat!” He nodded and then returned to a relaxed stance, blinking for the first time in what must’ve been thirty minutes.

  Matthias pocketed his phone again and cracked his knuckles, finally taking his eyes off of his phone he adjusted his seating position and then eyed the PokeMarts entrance on the left side of the lounge.

  He pet his Pokemon on the head affectionately as he rose, “You just made me some money, let’s get you some berries as a reward, Patrat.”

  “Pat-Rat! Pat-Rat!” Patrat chanted energetically as they walked into the Pokemart.