“Are you sure you heard right?” Cress the Totodile questioned his Charmander partner.

“Of course I did!” Firrin replied confidently. “The rumors were about an ancient ruin that a traveling merchant discovered while passing through a week ago.”

“Right,” Cress reacted, “and said merchant claimed to get a weird feeling while staring inside of those ruins.”

“Come on, it’ll be fine!” the Charmander assured.

It didn’t take the duo long to find the ruins at the edge of Soothewind Plains. Upon entering the debris- and moss-covered hall, Cress immediately began examining the inscriptions carved into the walls. Of course, Firrin’s natural treasure-hunting instincts kicked in, and he started poking and prodding around.

Big mistake.

As Firrin pressed a hand against a loose tile on the wall, the air shimmered with light. Cress barely had any time to twist around and shout “What’s happening?!!” before both of them vanished in a flash of blue.

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When the air settled, Cress and Firrin were still in the ruins… except the floor tiles were now the size of cliffs.

The grass and flowers in the meadow beyond? Towering jungles.

And strangely, their thoughts were fuzzy. Warm. Weirdly cheerful.

Instead of being panicked, both Pokémon were overcome by an odd sense of calm and overjoyed.

Cress chuckled as he hugged a blade of grass. “Firrin! This is amazing! I’m so tiny that I can climb an Oran berry!”

Firrin flopped on top of a pebble with a deep sigh of bliss. “Mmm, everything’s so cozy. This is great~ I hope we never grow back.”

Deliriously delighted by their new size, they wandered into an open field like they were on vacation, basking in their shrunken glory—right up until the earth began to shake with thunderous footsteps.

Thump. THUMP. BOOOOOM.

“Well, well, well,” a voice familiar to Cress and Firrin boomed from far above, “look who it is…”

Towering above them with his arms crossed and an all-too-familiar smirk was the leader of their rival team: a laid-back, Low-key form Toxtricity named Riff, tapping his foot like he was hearing his favorite song.

“What the hell happened to you two?” Riff asked, raising an eyebrow.

Cress waved up at him enthusiastically, “Hi, Riffy~!”

“You’re absolutely gigantic!” Firrin giggled. “Please stomp on us!”

Riff looked down at the two Pokémon with a confused expression.

Then he shrugged his shoulders and brought his foot down smushing them into the dirt.

THOOOOM!

The dirt crater formed beneath his sole told most of the story. The rest was stuck to his foot—two grinning, dazed Pokémon plastered in place deep within his sole.

He lifted his heel and glanced back.

They waved.

“Hmph… those idiots actually enjoyed that, huh?”

Riff just shrugged again, smirked, and without another word, casually lowered his foot and kept exploring the meadow, completely unbothered.

---

Later that day as the sun was beginning to set, the haze from the trap finally lifted.

Cress and Firrin laid on a patch of grass out in the meadow, groaning in slow horror as they recalled their actions.

“I-I waved at him like a goofy idiot…” Cress muttered, face in his hands.

“I begged him to stomp on us…” Firrin mumbled, staring at the sky.

They sat in silence for a moment.

“Not a word to anyone about this,” Cress said.

“None,” Firrin confirmed.

Both of them knew however that Riff probably wouldn’t let them forget.

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This is yet another fantastic YCH done by  Sokz
The story was written by me.

When will these two ever stay out of any size-related trouble?

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I recently posted a version with Riff's sole dirtied here to celebrate hitting 100 watchers!

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