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There was a giggle that Kendrix was pretty certain only she could hear and the flicker of lights, eyes peering toward her. No matter what the pokedex online said, Ethan's pokemon weren't built the same way, leading Kendrix to often wonder if the giggling was in her head. She couldn't really ask her teammates as they weren't out with her right now. Regardless, it wasn't the voice of a real spirit. She'd work on figuring out exactly what it was later.
She needed to focus considering right now she had a Pokemon after her. She could almost sense it nearby, leftover more from her connection to the Power after her death than anything else. It was likely that Ethan had pulled from the Grid, even if it was unintentional, and being part of the Power for several months meant that she was able to feel it more strongly than others. She crept down and moved to the right, trying to see if it was getting close in the darkness. No one else was out. She started to move again, but she felt it touch her arm. She closed her eyes and sighed.
“You got me, Phantump,” she said with a smile as the little Pokemon practically bounced in place. Phantump really was the best Pokemon Ethan could have made for her. “Go hide! One, two, three...”