Squishy knew two things. He was hungry, and he was scared.
The solosis drifted his way along route 8 towards lavender town, he normally tried to avoid the place because of the ghost tower, but something told him he needed to be their now, so he went.

Stopping near the entrance of the town for a rest, the psychic type spotted a few trainers sitting around a bench chatting.
Being a "wild" pokemon, he was naturally carious of trainers, having never been in a battle with one, only against others like himself.

'Hello' he squeaked in a pulse to the trainers 'Do you have any food?'