All the trainers and pokemon, plus a Klefki, tumbled out the other side of the portal into a wide, grassy expanse.
A pink and orange sky hung overhead, cheerfully bright. The grass beneath them glowed an almost neon green, and all around lay piles and piles and piles of keys, hundreds of thousands of them, too many to count.
Looking dazed, Clink floated into the air, anxiously scanning everyone assembled. Everyone had made it. They seemed to be shaking, barely composed. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry,” they stammered out.
They gazed mournfully in the direction of the now closed portal. “Xavian...”
Still in a daze, they turned back to the trainers. “We... we should be safe here, for now. This is... my home. My world...”
But they couldn’t stay here forever. All those other pokemon, those trainers, Xavian... They needed to get more help.
“I’m sorry for dragging you all here but it was all I could think of. This is... this is my fault. If I’d realized sooner or paid more attention... You don’t have to join me. But I’m going to get help and I’m going to rescue Xavian, and all those trainers who are hurt because of me.....”
Clink turned away and floated some distance away, perhaps seeking solitude.
What a strange world... All around seemed to be floating keyholes, leading to all kinds of other realms. For now at least though, it seemed the group was safe, and everyone alive and mostly unharmed. And it even seemed a certain Flygon chef had escaped as well. There was time to regroup, and perhaps to make a choice about where to go next...