Just as the sun begins to set, all of you are back at the clubhouse, discussing your findings and planning your next moves. It was a long day filled with a lot of interesting finds, all of which you feel the need to share with one another so that each of you can make informed decisions come nighttime. Suddenly, all of you hear a rap on the door and each of you turn to one another, falling silent. There's no movement in the room as you hear yet another knock, and a few of you slowly shuffle to the door, curious to see what's going on. One of you looks through the peephole and see the form of a grey-bodied, large-winged bug pokémon with only one antenna.
Orin the Vivillon.
None of you open the door as you whisper about what you should do, before you hear him speak from the other side.
"I know, How did he get here? and Do we let him in? but trust me, you're going to want to hear this." There's silence before he follows up with, "Come on. Just let me in."
Still, nobody budges as all of you ponder how he knew where your clubhouse was, and what he is doing here. It's then that he says the most disturbing thing of all:
"Alright, fine. I'll say it from here.
I'm a Stalker."





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