(Note: Any characters that aren't mine will be credited to their proper owners.)
Bonnie had been out for what felt like hours. She had been on a mission with a few other agents of MASK, working to quell a large monster in Fictopia desert. The beast, built like an ox but clad in Rocky armor, had taken some time to track, and the fight was even worse. The Shuppet was most comfortable fighting at a distance with her attacks, which paired well with her frail body. She was immortal, but not invincible. She wasn't nearly as burly as Stanley or the other melee fighters. This became apparent when the desert monster got a lucky hit on her, knocking her out.
When she woke up, she found herself in a dark room. The dark was natural territory for a ghost type, and she quickly found her way around the room. It was small, more like a cage, and made of stone. It was stuffy and humid, and she knew she wasn't home at mask Manor.
She took a breath, thinking of her options. If she was still in the desert, she was likely captured with the other few agents that came with her. This was good, as escaping with a group would prove an easier. Also, with their mask IDs and the built-in tracking devices inside them, the agents at home will no doubt send a search party.
She went for her phone, before realizing it wasn't there along with her mask ID. Typical.
Her time to plan was cut short when one of the walls of her stone room was opened up to blinding daylight. She was pulled out, but she didn't realize it would be the last time she'd be in relative comfort for some time…
(Stanley, the setting of Fictopia, and the agents of MASK belong to my buddy Supermask.)