Suddenly the two were at the foot of several mountains, although it was definitely not anywhere near Mt. Coronet. Suddenly, the memories of Shinji training near these Kanto mountains for the Indigo League flooded back to Clonie's mind. Missingno turned about, looking around, drawing the human's attention to its flat shape. "This is where the latest attack happened, with my sister M being the victim."

"Did she make it out all right?"

"Indeed, but just barely. She told me she could not even touch her attacker."

"But what makes you think that my Pokémon can?"

A one-minute silence preceded the explanation: "To put it simply, we glitch Pokémon lack the raw power and useful typing that the natural Pokémon have. The exception is for the hybrids, and even then, their normal battle moves do not—"

With greater speed than Clonie's eye could follow, a yellow blur sent the pixel block reeling backwards with a shrill screech. A tiny, vicious Plusle was clinging to Missingno's upper appendage with oversized fangs that dripped with a purple-black venin.

Fingers trembling lightly, he reached for the first ball he felt in his pocket and unleashed Bluey from within. At the same time, Missingno managed to knock its offender away with a burst of water shot from its main body. The electric-type creature tumbled away into the bushes but recovered quickly; even more surprising than its move of choice was the fact that it was levitating.

Clonie barked hastily, "Torito, pin it!" Bluey, who had been gaping at the poison dribbling from the Plusle's lips, acted immediately upon the command. The Plusle writhed its body beneath the Gastrodon's slimy chest as he glared down at it.

"Are you all right?" the clone worriedly inquired of Missingno as it approached him. It emitted the 8-bit version of panting and nodded its upper body.

Bluey chuckled almost sadistically at the feeling of the glitchy Pokémon struggling underneath him, and he called back over his shoulder, "Can we kill off this weird mouse-thing now?"

A series of desperate beeps came from the glitchy Plusle as it flailed its head and ears. "N-No way, man, don't do that! How about I, like, just a-apologize and I'll go on my way, no hard feelings? Th-that would be m-much better than being buried out of existence!"

Missingno loomed over the Plusle, still growling. "How about you scratch my back before I scratch yours? Tell us where you come from, and we will release you. No hard feelings."

The electric-type hesitated as though weighing the pros and cons of this deal, while Bluey cocked his head at the geometric-shaped glitch. The former squeaked, "I c-came from the big wh-white building in the valley…"

"What valley?"

"The valley near a large snow-capped mountain to the west… I-I don't know the name of it." It squirmed again, grimacing. "Okay, I spilled my guts. Let me go!"

Missingno snorted and gave a reluctant nod to his human, who said, "Toritodon, finish it."

"What—!"

The blue-and-green slug launched scores of mud bombs from his gullet at his victim, the force so powerful that the recoil forced him backwards. Amid the pile of melting brown muck, the Plusle split into thousands of tiny squares and disappeared with its death.

Clonie turned to gaze at the mountains. The afternoon sun, which was not hidden behind any clouds as it had been in Sinnoh, shined in his face, causing him to raise his hand for shade. The mountain was in view. "Mt. Silver."