Derek was lost. Hopelessly lost. Gligar had let him out too far into the woods. Gligar had managed to defeat a single Sunkern, and suddenly he thought he was hot stuff. Now they were out in nowhere-land. But on the plus side, Gligar was getting a ton of experience.
"Gligar, we should stay put," Derek advised, "That's what survivalists say. If you ever get lost, stay in one place. It gives search groups a better chance to find you. As if there's a search group coming to find us..."
No one would realize Derek was missing. They had just ditched Omniberry Bistro without saying anything.
"Glig," Gligar said, trying to fly high above the tree tops. But Gligar didn't have the strength. He could hover a few feet above the ground, but couldn't fly above the canopy that encased them.
"I'll just climb a tree," Derek piped up. He rushed over to a thick tree trunk, and began to shimmy up. Unfortunately, he had never been the strongest climber. So he promptly slipped down from the tree, hitting the ground with a dull thud.
"Phant..." murmured a voice.
"Oh god no. Oh god please no. Oh god please please no."
A Pokemon came into view. A spooky black ghost with wood on its head. Phantump. Gligar sprung into action, and used Poison Sting. The Phantump shivered, but was ultimately okay. Phantump tackled Gligar, dealing a bit of damage. It was back and forth. Poison Sting and Tackle. Gligar was losing. Derek couldn't trek through the forest without a Pokemon by his side, so he had only one option.
Derek reached inside his bag, and grabbed a Pokeball. He closed his eyes, and prayed that Phantump was weakened. He then threw the Pokeball, and it sucked Phantump inside. One... two... three... ding! Derek had caught the Phantump, and in effect saved himself and Gligar.
"Yes! Yes! We're safe, Gligar," Derek cried out in relief. Gligar did a happy little dance.