All These Hungry Pokemon!

Your legs feel like a coiled spring, ready to launch you blindly into the darkness — away from this creature. Through an herculean amount of force of will, you stand your ground and let the Noibat approach. Fleeing would just entice the Noibat to chase, you suppose. You couldn’t outrun it. Better to appear docile than to look like prey.
Pit-pat-pitter-pat. The Noibat’s feet resound against stone cave floor as it came closer. In the darkness, all you could see is its glowing, yellow eyes. Now, they are inches away, trained on you. You could hear its high-pitched, nasally breaths whistle as it breathes through its nose. A humid, warm cloud of air envelops you as it exhalles from its mouth. With it, carries a strange smell. A bizarre mix of bad breath and fermented berries. The odor instantly compulses you to cough as you let out a tight-chested wheeze. You quickly recover, staving off further coughs with a forced cordial smile. To your surprise, you hear a voice, milquetoast and treble.
“You...so small,” it speaks rapidly. Each word is a brisk high-pitched burst. “Funny! Not many...smaller than me.” In the darkness, you watch Noibat’s glowing eyes circle around you. Its irises quickly flit back and forth scrutinizing your form. A billow of a wind brushes past as the Noibat skirts around you. But still, you cannot see anything but the bat’s eyes: ghostly lanterns lit by a yellow flame, its slitted irises a black something rattling from within.
“Yeah,” you admit nervously, “I’m not used to it either — being small and all.” To your left, you hear the crisp click of the Noibat’s claws as they rest themselves on the hard cave floor. The Noibat’s fur rustles as the bat Pokemon adjusts its unseen position. You pray that it’s not preemptively preparing to block your escape routes.
“You always been small, no?” Its eyes immediately come close, far too close for comfort. They squint, examining you — slightly snuffing out your only light in the process. You hear the Noibat grumble. At least you think it’s the Noibat. It could its stomach. That’d be bad. You stop thinking about that.
“It’s… a long story. To be honest, I don’t really know either but — you seem nice! We’ve already got a little camaraderie started, right? Your small, I’m… smaller. We could probably help each other out!”
With a hot puff of air from its nostrils, the Noibat’s head retreats. “I help you, I get what?” Its tone implies curiosity rather than indignation. “What do I get?”
Your head instantly houses a whirlwind of thoughts. What do Noibat like? What do Noibat like? To your frustration, you can’t come up with any decent answer. Caves? Ear-scratches? How am I supposed to even reach its ears?? Your internal voice grows more desperate as your face goes bright red. You hope Noibat are colorblind.
The Noibat clicks, clearly confused. “Did you not think of that?” Its funky berry-breath washes over you again. You mind fumbles for a response.
“I, uh — you like berries, right?” You jabber out. It was something, at least.
The Noibat’s eyes shift into an expression of pure confusion. “What? Yes — but—”
“Yes! I knew it! I smelt it!” you announce with pride. The Noibat slowly blinks. Never before have you regretted a sentence more.
“Little person, little...brain, maybe?” You hear a whistling whine of air traveling through Noibat’s nose as it sighs, exasperated. “You have no berries, anyhow. Why offer what you don’t have?”
You didn’t really have an answer. You guess you could find them, right? Maybe? Either way, you’re gonna need confidence to sell this. You cross your arms and look up to the Noibat’s eyes, which were slowly donning the look of growing impatience.
“Well,” you say in a slightly-deepened voice, “do you want those berries or not? You’re not gonna get anything lazing around in this cave. Honestly, I think the stereotype is true. You are blind as a bat if you can’t see I’m telling the truth.” The truth is, you weren’t. You have no idea what kind of berries Noibat like or where they’d be if you did know. You might’ve saw a patch of Pecha berries somewhere earlier…
The Noibat let out an annoyed high-pitch huff. It certainly didn’t like being insulted, but did it believe you?