If anything, Gizmo was overly happy all the way from the beach to the Wigglytuff Guild. And along the way, he managed out some explanations, too. Apparently the Guild was meant for those who wanted to explore and find treasure and help others. You got to go a lot of places; however you had to work your way up. That made Shock quite angry; apparently, he wanted to start off with the hard missions right away instead of having to work your way up. Gizmo thought otherwise; he liked the idea of working your way up and learning a lot of stuff before you went on the hard missions. Although twins, Dolland could tell that they were very different. And that almost made him smile.
When they reached the Wigglytuff Guild – after climbing up a very long twist of hills – Dolland was surprised. The building was giant, pink, and shaped like a Pokémon. It was a Wigglytuff, explained Gizmo. Well, no wonder they called it iWigglytuff's Guild. Dolland had to hold back at laugh at that thought.
"So are you are going to freak out again, brother?" Shock was the first to joke when they had came upon the Guild. Gizmo merely gave his brother a look, however said nothing in repose; possibly no comment, Dolland thought. "Alright," Shock went on, turning away from talking to his brother back to the Guild. "In order to get in, we have to stand over this grate here."
Dolland noticed it, too; a hole in the ground covered by a circle of wooden squares. It looked as if it could hold nothing on it; however it looked as if it had been there for a long time. Not weathered, merely slightly old. However, Dolland couldn't tell if the wood being used was actually wood or bamboo….
"Alright," Shock stated again to get their attention. "Me n' Gizmo'll go on first since we're both small enough t' fit."
"B-but I already went over it earlier!" Gizmo complained, recalling the memory of his brother scaring him onto the grate.
"Yeah, but they prolly' don't remember you," corrected Shock, making Gizmo muffle a groan is slight agony at having to be scared again. However, he didn't go against his twin's word, and merely floated up next to him much to his discontent. "Alright, we can do this," reassured Shock to his brother calmly before "gesturing" him forward. Instantly they floated over the grate and a split second after a voice waifed up from somewhere below.
"Pokémon detected! Pokémon detected!" said the voice that startled even Dolland enough to make him jump slightly. Gizmo yelped and went to back away, however stopped himself before he could do so; obviously wanting to be brave, if not for his brother.
"N-no," he stuttered out, going back to his place. "I-I have to do this."
"Who's footprint? Who's footprint?" said the voice again, trailing off for a moment in obvious in thought. "That footprint is Beldum's! The footprint is Beldum's!" There was another pause before another voice spoke though the hole, however Dolland could only guess that this hole connected to somewhere else in the guild; no one could climb up and down the hole every day and not need any help with doing so. "Alright! You can ENTER! But there's SOMEONE else with you. Have them step on the grate, TOO!"
Gizmo seemed to finally release the breath that neither Dolland nor Shock realized that he was holding. However, Shock didn't seem to pay any attention to it as he seemed impatient; quickly moving out of the way of the grate and trying to usher his brother off of it as well.
"You heard the, erm, Pokémon," Shock spoke, turning towards Dolland as he did so. "Stand on the grate, will ya?"
Dolland stood there for a moment still inspecting the grate. It hadn't really held the twins in a sense; they both levitated above it, although the Pokémon below could see quite clearly their footprints from where they were. Dolland wondered if he could levitate like they could, however decided quickly not to try it – he didn't want to waste anymore time then needed, seeing as how it was getting darker by the moment – and simply stood forward. The grate caved down slightly due to his weight, like a trampoline when just about tightened and you stood in the middle. Again, that strange voice sounded again from below.
"Pokémon detected! Pokémon detected!" the Pokémon repeated, and Dolland could only guess that it lead a boring life because it had to say the same words over and over again. "Who's footprint? Who's footprint? Erm, uhm, oh…." Dolland was really quite surprised that the Pokémon was out of words; he had known Shock's and Gizmo's footprints so easily. So what was wrong with him? The other Pokémon down there must have been reading his mind.
"Hey, DIGLETT! What's a MATTER?" asked the other Pokémon. "You got his footprint or NOT?"
"Uh, erm," said the Pokémon underneath him – Diglett – stammered out before finally answering with, "It might be Dusclops! It might be Dusclops!"
"What'd ya mean MIGHT be?" roared the other Pokémon. "What'd you think we are? We can't go off MAYBE!"
"Well, you don't really see many Dusclops around these parts," retorted Diglett. There was a moment of silence before Dolland could have sworn that he heard a sigh.
"Alright you guys seem harmless," said the second Pokémon, however he didn't seem too happy with letting a "might be" in. "You can come in."
The one thing that Dolland didn't seemed to notice was the gating in front of the doorway on the Guild entrance; so much had been going on, he had to admit. However, as the gate opened like it was hooked up on something mechanical, it rumbled enough to catch everyone's attention and even startled Gizmo.
"Aliright!" cheered Shock, over all seeming unaffected by the gate that just went up. "We're in guys!" Turning towards the other two, he said happily, "C'mon, let's go!"
Happily and hurriedly, he went into the guild entrance without a second thought of his comrades. Gizmo and Dolland turned to give each other a worried look about Shock – at least Dolland could guess that they were both thinking about him – before turning to follow him inside the Guild. No one wanted to see what Shock could do by himself, especially in a place such as this. They were lucky that he wasn't a spaz.
Or at least, Dolland didn't think he was.