Heather had learned how much her Pokemon meant to her when she'd suddenly been separated from them during that fog. Her whole life was pretty much the embodiment of 'You won't know what you have till it's gone'. She'd been grateful just to get a second chance-- ... but if they were like this...

"... Guess they're more effective than just bonking it with a metal pipe..." she commented somewhat morosely, dropping the hand holding the Pokeball to her side.

The Missingno let out a ratchety, computerized scream as the other Pokemon bulled into it, sending pixels spraying like water droplets. It lashed back with a bite.