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It was a nice day in Alola, at least that’s what Incineroar thought. He was a fierce wild Pokémon. Humans and Pokémon alike respected him! And then a wormhole opened up. He thought it was just an ultra wormhole. Until nothing came out, and he got sucked into it. And with a hard THUD. He landed somewhere that was very much not Alola. It was foresty and not tropical. He got up and dusted himself off. There was a path leading somewhere. Hopefully there was a Pokémon or human that could help him as he has not a clue where he was dropped. Perhaps Kanto? He thought as he walked along the short path. At the end of it was a house. It was quaint and rundown. Perhaps Ghost Pokémon inhabited it now? He suddenly turned as he heard footsteps.
“Ah! You must be his grandson! I wasn’t aware you where coming today! Or at all! Glad to meet you! I’m Mayor Lewis as you probably know. Glad to see you’re using the inherited farm! You are?” Said what he assumed was Lewis. An old human with greying hair.
“Incineroar.” (Incineroar) The very clearly not human Replies. It was only respectful to respond. And what was that human babbling on about? A farm? You looked back at the old house and. Oh. How could a human no matter the age mistake him as a human aswell? Or was there an Incineroar owned farm? Both possibilities where odd.
“Well I’ll let you get settled in, there should be some old tools and seeds as well as furniture in there still. You should meet everyone in town later. It’s very nice to have you! Glad to greet the new owner of Lariat farm.” Said Lewis. And the human left.
You’re really in it now Incineroar, he thought to himself.