Agatha ran as fast as her legs would go - which was, to tell the truth, quite the impressive speed. She looked frantically around the town she found herself in, trying to find someplace to hide and get the damn pen out of her fur before April got it in her to cut it off.
She was not the best groomer.
To Agatha's immense chagrin, there didn't seem to be any particularly tall patches of grass nearby. Even trees appeared to be non-existent, for some reason.
Aggie was about to give up on her pelt and go back to April when she remembered most humans left the doors to their houses unlocked. She didn't much feel like barging on someone else's place uninvited but, as her girl would say, 'beggars can't be choosers'.
In she went.
Luckily, there was nobody home, but Agatha didn't want to wait around for somebody to show up and catch her trespassing. She got to work and, in almost no time at all, got sick of biting at her own fur.
Aggie huffed. She would've probably been better off with that half a sandwich.
Rolling over with a bored groan similar to that of a rusty door, she closed her eyes and searched within her sense for any consequences to leaving the house at that moment. When she found none, Agatha got up and stuck her head outside, sniffing around for extra measure. Her snout recoiled as she smelled something unfamiliar, so unlike the saltwater scent of Hoenn. Curious, Aggie put a paw outside, wondering what could've produced such a foreign smell.
Her questions were answered when a bright green vine slapped itself on her muzzle.
"Eek!"
She might have jumped.
Maybe.
Just a little.
Her definitely-not-fear seemed to amuse the offending perpetrator.
"You're funny!" Said the little 'mon.
Aggie looked him over. She'd deduced the hatchling was a male from the scent, though the little one was so young it was hard to tell. He seemed to be covered in scales, from the tip of his snout to the end of his leaf-like tail. His body was mostly green, but his belly and mouth had a more yellow-y tone to them.
It made for a somewhat cute pokémon. She could at least admit that.
Agatha cleared her throat, hoping to get over the fact that she'd gotten scared by a hatchling. "So...what do you want?"
He seemed surprised. "Who? Me?"
"No, Palkia. Yes, you!"
"Oh."
Well, this is going nowhere, she thought, wondering when that awkward mess of a conversation would end.
"Look, I've got places to be right now. Either you tell me or you don't, but make it quick."
The hatchling stared guiltily at the ground, his leaf drooping sadly. "Well, I was playing with Oshawott and I hit him with a vine...but it was an accident!" He said, trying to prove himself.
Why he'd feel the need to do so to a complete stranger Agatha had no idea.
"And it didn't even hit him that hard! I just touched him a little and he went down, but I didn't mean it and I'm sorry!" He shouted, bursting into tears. His vines flailed around him, out of control.
"Oh my Arceus, why are you crying, stop crying - please don't cry!" She was pretty much begging right now.
"It was an accident!"
"I know." She nodded erratically, a smile that looked more like a grimace on her face. "I know, and I forgive you."
"LIAR!"
Aggie started to jump from paw to paw, unsure of what to do. Every path she could think of led to both hers and the tiny pokémon's emotional ruin, except for...
...oh no.
No no no no no.
Hadn't her dignity suffered long enough?
Apparently not.
She sighed, the sound drowned by the hatchling's cries. Ever-so-fed-up with the situation, Agatha did the only seemingly reasonable thing.
She licked him.