Glacious awoke one night, shivering in a cold sweat. He looked around his room, feeling uneasy, like his name was called, yet he was alone in the house tonight.
After putting on some clothes, he decided to get up and see if the Pokemon, Growlithe and Banette, were doing alright. Growlithe was found napping in her bed in the living room, and Banette was up reading horror stories, as his Insomnia kept him from sleeping. once again, Glacious felt that same feeling of being called, yet from outside this time. He told Banette that he would be back within an hour, and to come look for him if he was still out. Glacious put on his boots and went outside to look for the source of the dreaded feeling.
He felt snow crunch under his boots, and heard the sound of the cold wind whistling past. The forecast hadn't said anything about snow, but it was late November, so it wasn't unreasonable. Still, the feeling reached out to him, as he moved almost unconsciously towards it. As he kept walking, he contemplated what the source of the feeling might be. Froslass were rare in this area, and while that may be the cause of the snow, he knew that they wouldn't attack him if he had no Pokemon, they had that much respect.
He started hearing the feeling, and realized that this could not be a Froslass or any other psychically-inclined Pokemon. (I am aware Froslass isn't psychic type, but it has psychic attacks) No pokemon around here had the ability to make people hear things, so Glacious knew he should've turned back. But he didn't. He kept moving forward because of what he heard in that. A call for help. He didn't know what it was saying, but he knew, purely by the tone, that whatever entity this was wan- no, needed his help. as he ran through the underbrush, he felt that the growth was starting to lighten, and soon found himself at the edge of a clearing. He looked to the middle of the clearing and finally laid eyes upon the source of the dreaded feeling, just as it stopped reverberating through the air.
A small, spiky, bluish-white Pokemon, bleeding opaque, purple blood from a number of scratches over its limbs. It had a shell covering most of its body, which was dented and scratched. The pokemon was hunched over on all four, spindly legs, tear-like icy shards falling to the ground in front of it, at least that's what it looked like from the angle Glacious had behind it. This was a Pokemon Glacious had never seen before, and he had been living here for his whole 14 years of life.
Instinct took over and he rushed towards the injured creature, in an attempt to comfort or help it. Then the pokemon suddenly turned to face him. The creature's face was sharp and angular, with mandibles jutting from either side of the mouth. as he sat down and scooted towards the Pokemon, it stood up began and walking towards Glacious tentatively, with its arms up in a guarded position. Glacious pulled out some of the potions and full heals he always carried in his coat pockets, and began to spray them on the Pokemon.
The creature jumped away, and chittered quickly and shot out snow from its mouth, producing the same feeling/noise as before. Glacious slowly took a rock from the ground and scraped it across the back of his hand, drawing blood. the pokemon stopped chittering and stared curiosly at what this strange human was doing. Glacious used one of the potions on his hand, healing the small wound. The pokemon seemed to grasp the idea, and let the strange creature tend to his wounds.
After the Pokemon was healed, Glacious started inspecting it as a species of Pokemon. It had the obvious signs of a bug type, and judging by the snow it had shown as defense, it must also be an ice type. Glacious picked up the pokemon, and remembered that ice/bug was one of the type combinations that never appeared in any pokemon before, so this must be a new, undiscovered pokemon that Glacious found.
He started walking back home with the new friend, but it jumped out of his arms, and returned to the grotto, standing upright in a challenge. If Glacious wanted this pokemon, they were going to have to do it the right way.
Glacious took out one of his teacher's specialized frost balls, and picked up a shard of wood, preparing himself. Without warning the pokemon launched itself at the human, shooting icicles from its back. Glacious dodged easily, and jabbed at the pokemon with the sharp piece of wood, striking a blow. The pokemon let out an ear-piercing screech, lowering the soon-to-be trainer's fighting resolve. still, Glacious attacked again, putting the insectoid into perfect catching health. Glacious threw the ball, hitting the pokemon right in the head. the Frost ball captured the pokemon, shook once, shook twice, and... Voila! the Pokemon was his!