The Latimas Guildmaster never imagined that he’d ever end up tiny, shrunken, and underfoot.

This fantastic artwork was created by  sokz
The following story was written by me.

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It all started the morning before Halloween, when a particular ghost Pokémon paid a visit to the front desk of the guild with a tiny bucket and an unsettling smile.

“Trick or treat!” the Mimikyu, dressed as a little Flygon, yelled.

Flynt, the Flygon Guildmaster who had been checking on the decorations in the lobby, looked in the direction of the voice.

“Huh?” he glanced around in confusion before his eyes fell on the small Pokémon eagerly holding out the bucket toward him.

“Oh! Hello!” Flynt cheerfully greeted the little trick-or-treater with a wave of his clawed hand. “So sorry! I didn’t see you down there.”

The Mimikyu was steadfast, still holding out the bucket expectantly.

“I-I’m really sorry, but Halloween isn’t until tomorrow evening. We don’t have any candy to give out yet,” the Guildmaster attempted to explain.

The Mimikyu blinked, then held out the bucket even further.

Flynt was at a loss, his explanation seemingly failing to dissuade the ghost Pokémon’s determination. He stepped closer, gently guiding the tiny Pokémon toward the entrance.

“Again, I’m really sorry. Please, come back tomorrow,” he said in an apologetic voice.

Mimikyu slunk down the stairs, his whisper trailing behind him in a sinister tone. “No treat, huh? Guess it’s trick then~”

With that, Mimikyu’s eyes flashed purple before he disappeared.

That was a really cute little Flygon outfit, Flynt thought, turning back toward the guild. There was still much to prepare for tomorrow’s Halloween festivities.



By the time the sun began to set, Flynt went to check the progress on the set up of the Halloween decorations and attractions in the courtyard behind the guild.

“Oh, Guildmaster,” a certain Totodile wearing a red bowtie greeted the Flygon, “Everything has been set up for tomorrow night’s celebration.”

“Ah, that’s perfect, Cress!” Flynt answered excitedly, his wings fluttering in joy. “Then I’ll take a short walk around and make sure everything is in order.”

Cress nodded and stepped back into the guild, leaving the Flygon to his own devices.

Flynt wandered around the courtyard, his eyes sparkling like a child on Christmas day as he admired all of the lit-up Halloween decorations. He slightly adjusted a few with delicate precision, a wide grin spreading across his face as he made sure everything looked perfect.

“There, that should—”

Flynt suddenly grabbed his temple, shaking his head as a wave of dizziness struck.

“Th-That was odd, maybe I should—”

A strange tingling sensation ran down his spine, making the Flygon yelp in surprise. The decorations. The trees. They shifted around him. Expanding. Growing larger and larger.

“W-What’s happening?!” the normally composed Guildmaster shrieked.

It didn’t take long for the decorations to dwarf him. Even the carved pumpkins lining the path began to look impressively large. Then massive. Then outright monstrous.

Within seconds, they resembled small houses. A moment later, they had stretched out into towering buildings.

It took only a scant moment for the Guildmaster to put it all together.

“Oh Arceus… did I shrink?”

He glanced around, heart pounding, spotting a dried-out fallen leaf beside him. It now loomed like a leaf from the tropical trees that grew near Tropius villages—wide and sturdy enough to ride like a makeshift raft.

A part of him wanted to explore, his shrunken size had opened up an invisible world that existed underfoot. But no. This wasn’t the time for such thoughts. He desperately needed to get help.

He tried to take off—to fly through the air. But as he flapped his wings, he plummeted straight to the ground like an errant Draco Meteor.

“Argh… well, this isn’t exactly ideal,” Flynt mumbled, pushing himself up and patting dirt off his body. “Guess I’ll have to travel on foot…”

The Guildmaster walked what felt like hours along the courtyard path, leaping from rock to rock. All of the Halloween decorations loomed over him like skyscrapers. It was like crawling through an amusement park from the perspective of an ant.

And then—

Thoom!

Flynt shuddered. Whatever that was, it caused the stone beneath him to shake.

THOOM!

THOOM!

Flynt could barely keep his footing as he made out a blurry blue shape approaching in the distance.

“Guildmaster!” a loud voice thundered across the heavens.

It was Cress. Cress was looking for him!

“C-Cress! I’m down here!” Flynt shouted.

Of course, the Totodile couldn’t hear the tiny squeaks of the Pokémon he was searching for. Another footstep struck the ground, sending the Flygon tumbling backward—and before he could cry out for help again, Cress’s foot loomed high above—

SMOOSH!

Flynt was instantly pancaked beneath the oblivious Totodile’s foot, getting smushed into his toe as he walked. Cress was none the wiser, casually continuing his search across the courtyard.

“Where did he wander off to? I thought he was out here checking the decorations…” Cress muttered.

As the night dragged on, Flynt would find himself smooshed against every conceivable surface, eventually peeling off the Totodile’s toe only to be flattened underpaw again by another unaware guild member.

Even throughout the next day’s Halloween festivities, the Guildmaster tried desperately to get somemon’s attention… only to get smooshed over and over again by guild members and guests alike.

It was going to be a long night for the Flygon.