"You're an ugly fish, and that's all you ever will be," the trainer spat, her face shadowed. "Nobody will ever bother to raise you into a milotic-you're too much of a pain!"
The feebas blinked, and if she could cry, then she would have. Confusion played with her emotions. All she had known was the sharp tug of a fishing rod, and the flashing light that surrounded her as she was pulled helplessly into a rocking ball.
The trainer raised his head, and she finally saw hereyes. But they were filled with malice and loathing. "Hehehe…" the trainer reached into her bag, and the feebas grew scared.
She pulled out a dreary gray, oval shaped stone. "And I'll make sure that you'll never evolve! Haha!"
She grabbed the fish, and the feebas squirmed under her grasp. The trainer fidgeted, and brought the stone close to her mouth. "Eat it…" she crooned, "Be a good little monster…"
The feebas turned away, but the trainer yanked her mouth open. She stuffed the stone down her mouth, and then clamped it shut. She placed his other hand over her gills.
She couldn't breathe…she had no choice but to swallow the stone. It thundered down her gullet, and the feebas closed her eyes with shame. What was going on? She shivered.
Then the flashing red light emerged again, and the feebas lost consciousness.