The path continues to dim as you continue, and you soon have a feeling of claustrophobia. You begin to crawl on your hands and knees until you come to a thick grate. You shove it loose only to fall into a room comprised mostly of brushed aluminum. A myriad of bizarre stocks line the length of the hallway, most with a pokemon in them. Some cry out to you, some snarl, and others still try their best to ignore you.
"Hey, get me out of this thing!" pleads a distressed Charmander, his voice echoing amongst the metal.
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