Somehow coming to a conclusion helped calm me down. Not that it made the scenario any better by deciding on what was going on meant I could focus on the next part of the problem, What do I do now?

FweeeEEEEEeeeet! Whistling to the team to come back to me is definitely the first step. Now like the majority of the human population my age, which was 23 thanks for asking, I knew what pokemon are. I mean one, if not the biggest selling game series out there I had played a couple of the games and seen some of the cartoon growing up so I knew what a catapie could do (“which wasn’t a lot” I thought to myself) but I did not want a magical bug hurting my normal dogs if I could help it, even if none of this was real. I mean who doesn’t want to protect their pets if they can? And having come from a country that has no dangerous animals or insects I bet the dogs would not have the proper instinct not to mess with something dangerous.

At the sound of my whistle all the dogs turned to look at me from what they were doing, which mainly involved sniffing the trees and bushes surrounding us and/or peeing on things (looking at you Ale) and trotted back to the side of the bike. The 5 dogs jumped up onto the back of the quad bike and once they were settled I turned the bike back on. The forest around us was all fairly level ground and there were sizeable gaps between the large trees, figuring to myself that I had half a tank of gas before the bike ran dry and that it was better than staying here I would drive until I either ran out of fuel or found somewhere to be. “I mean”, thinking to myself, “the games and show had people in them so there must be civilisation somewhere”. So putting the bike into low box I slowly started making my way through the trees.

Mew flew through the trees enjoying its day. Life was good Yesterday. And Today! “Meeeeeeeeeew” it sang as flew past a swarm of beedrill in a tree. Fun fun fun. Turning its head it saw a small group of oddish ambling through a clearing. Slowing down and hiding behind a bush Mew focused for a second and Transformed itself into an oddish as well. “Odd Odd”! it cried as it ran up to the group of oddish. “Oddish”? the largest oddish spoke in a confused tone. Turning in a circle it counted all the oddish that were with it originally, so who was this new oddish? The oddish group circled Mew in its disguise and started peppering it with questions. Mew waited till all the oddish were surrounding it when it transformed again. This time into a Charizard! “Charizaaaaaaard”! it roared upwards into the trees. The oddish’s screamed in fright and scattered into the surrounding trees and shrubs. With a pop Mew turned back into Mew giggling to itself with its prank. “Mew mew mew mew mew!”. Doing a lazy backflip in the air Mew went to continue on its flight when it paused.

Something felt wrong.

Reaching out with its physic powers Mew searched for the sense of wrongness that caught its attention. There. Towards the setting sun it could sense something that shouldn’t be here, no, five things that shouldn’t be here. Narrowing its eyes Mew zipped above the tree covers and flew with purpose to what had caught its attention.

I had been driving for close to hour if the clock on the bike was accurate. I had been letting the dogs off and on the bike despite the risks off all the pokemon we were seeing in the forest. Lost of bug pokemon, caterpie and weedles were easy to see the more you looked, and cleverly hidden on lots of trees were their evolved forms of Kakunas and Metapods. Lots of chirps and cries of pidgys echoed through the trees but I hadn’t actually laid my eyes on one yet. Not surprisingly as most of the time I was focused on where I was driving and keeping an eye on the dogs. Lots of the bugs seemed to stare at them, never making a move towards them but just always staring while the dogs were in eyesight. That said Gin had stumbled upon a caterpie making its way across the ground and had tried to nip its tail which had resulted in a string shot being shot at her and her running away. I couldn’t really get mad at her, its in her nature and breeding as a Collie cross to be nippy and chase things. “It also makes you clingy doesn’t it” I said while smooshing her face as she laid across my lap while we were having a break. “You love me dontcha” giving her round body (and if I were being honest her very fat body) more pats. Scotch came over for pats at the sound of me talking in which Gin tried to intercept by leaping in the way.

“Ruff”! Scotch barked and pressed Gin into the ground. Not actually hurting her, just reminding her that Scotch was in fact top girl, not her. Gin rolled over very quickly showing her belly. “You’re a big ol sook Gin” I laughed as I gave Scotch a pat on the back. At my laugh the others made their way over and started all pressing in for a pat and to try lick my face. “Bleugh” I cried as someone managed to lick the lower half of my face in the resulting dog pile. “Enough enough” I laughed pushing Ale from me. “Thank god I have you guys here” I said to them all as they ran around the clearing playing with each other. “Helping me stay calm you guys are”. I may have been smiling but I was starting to get worried. An hour of driving through the forest and I hadn’t seen anything approaching signs of humans and vehicle tracks. I had warm clothing on as I work outside and the weather had been much colder before I drove through the portal (as I was thinking of it) and while I wasn’t too concerned about being outside overnight in this warmer climate I didn’t have any shelter that could protect me or the dogs from the wild pokemon. And I mean could I even? The TV shows used to show pokemon blowing up boulders or cutting through tree branches if they wanted too. How do I protect myself from that if I accidently annoy something? Plus I didn’t have any food with me for myself or the dogs. I have my large working knife with me which I definitely could cut up an animal with, but a pokemon? Maybe? Can I eat them? Should I? Would any of us survive the attempt of catching one for dinner? I had seen some berries on various plants in the forest but eating random berries struck me as a way to get very sick quickly. However I did pick some and put them in the container in the front of the bike just in case I got desperate. I know pokemon can eat them from the games and now in person (saw some weedles chewing on one tree’s berries earlier) but I imagine there is a difference between a human and mammal dogs to a magical poisonous bug caterpillar.

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While I was mulling over this situation I suddenly noticed the dogs had all gone still and quiet, with one or two of them trying to hide behind me. Looking up in the direction they were all looking was a small floating pink cat like creature with what looked like a frown on its face. My eyebrows shot up my face. “O shit” I whispered. “That’s Mew”. I could list the original 151 pokemon from off the top of my head and give the next generation a good nudge. But Everyone knows Mew is one of the original Legendaries. A super powerful legendary that can learn every move there is out there. Not something a sane person wants to mess with. I mean Mewtwo from the movie is cloned from it …

“Mew?!” Mews head snaps around to me from where it had been staring angrily at the dogs. Before I could blink twice Mew was a foot from my face and chittering its name angrily at me while putting off the best I could descried it as pressure. Like when a large crowd of people are all staring at you mixed in with some gravity, but coming from a small cat in front of me. I could feel my back break out into sweat. I don’t know what I did to annoy Mew but I’m pretty sure it could melt my brain if it feels like it. I was pretty sure I had been imagining being here in the pokemon world for the last few hours but now I don’t think I am imagining it as I have ever felt this level of intense fear in my life. Like an animal part of my brain had suddenly recognised an apex predator in the small cute pink cat in front of me. All of the dogs surrounding me rolled over onto their backs and showed their belly in submission. In panic I decided they might be onto something and decided to do the same. Flopping back onto the ground from my sitting position I put my hands back behind my head and said “I surrender”!

Mew stopped angrily chittering away at me and floated over my prone form with what I could only describe as confusion on its face. “Meeeeeew?” it slowly called out looking down at me. Putting its small front paws against its face its started laughing, and with that the pressure suddenly disappeared. “Thanks you dogs for getting me out of that situation” I thought to myself. With a sudden flair of light a pink bubble appeared underneath me while another 5 popped up surrounding my five dogs and we floated a foot into the air. Gulping I found my voice and spoke up. “ahhh excuse me Mr Mew, but ahhhh what are you doing? Please don’t hurt my dogs. Or me.” At the Mr Mew part Mew giggled again but a slight frown formed on its face when I mentioned the dogs. Mew looked at the dogs and I felt a bit of pressure again, however this time it wasn’t all over my body. It was in my head.

Like a headache forming there was pressure in my head. Then I started to feel to my best description words and feelings.

Don’t belong. Wrong. Leave. Tell me.

“Ow ow ow Please stop” I cried grabbing my head. The pressure disappeared instantly. “What was that” I mumbled rubbing my forehead. Mew floated down into my line of slight and squeaked. “Mew!” It said pointing at itself. “That was you?” I asked staring Mew in the eyes. Mew nodded and pointed at Gin, Scotch, Ale, Rum and Brandy and the faint pressure in my head returned with the word repeated.

Wrong.

Looking at Mew I started to explain like it was a person. I wasn’t sure if it could understand me perfectly, but it’s a legendary pokemon so who knows? “We were working on the farm I live” I started slowly, “and we drove through a black void like hole that appeared in front of us. We suddenly were here in this forest and have just been driving in one direction hoping to find someone. Some humans” I clarify. Mew flies in a circle in front of me as it ponders my words. “Mew mew mew, meeew mew mew?” it asks pointing at my face.

“ahhhhh I don’t understand” I stammer hoping that it’s not about to blast me with its paw. “Mew” it squeaks again in frustration. After flying around in a couple circles Mew stops in front of me two meters away this time. Pointing at its mouth it speaks again “Mew mew mew, meeew mew mew?” but at the end of its sentence it glows briefly and a second mew appears next to it. “Mew, Mew?” It squeaks.

Blinking at it I put it together. “Two Mews, or Mewtwo?” I ask and Mew squeaks in joy as I finish my question. “You want to know about Mewtwo?” To which I get another joyous squeak. “Ok, so ahhh where I’m from we have stories of pokemon but no actual pokemon so what I say may not be true” I start looking at Mew to see if it understands. Mew does a lazy loop in the air. I continue “the stories as I remember say that an evil group gets some of your DNA, which is blood or fur I’m not super sure, and use it to make a clone of you. Now the clone looks very different from you, as in its much taller and different shape, and they try turn it into a weapon to use. It gets angry at this and escapes and later on tries to destroy the world in which you, Mew, appear and sort of fight/talk it into not doing that and then fly off into the sunset. A happy ending about violence and power is not the answer type story. That’s most of what I know….” Watching Mew as I tell the story I can see it looking confused as I talk over the part of it battling Mewtwo. Has it not battled Mewtwo? Is that not what happened? Does Mewtwo not exist yet? I wonder when I am as well as were I am? The pressure suddenly returns in my head as Mew stares at me intently. Just as quickly it stops leaving Mew looking a bit sad and confused. “Meeeeeew” Its sadly squeaks as it floats down to the ground. Looking at the sad cat I cant help myself, I slowly reach forward and gently pat the top of Mews head. “ahhh there there little cat. You’re ok”. Mew leans into a couple of my pats before jolting backwards and squeaking indignantly and licking its front paws and running them over its head. “Well that’s just fucking adorable” I laugh. Mew squeaks and suddenly water blasts me in the face. “Bleugh what the hell?! Where did that come from?” Mew sticks its tongue out at me before floating over to where my dogs are huddling in their separate bubbles looking dejected. Mew looks at me and again the pressure returns in my head with some feelings bubbling up with it.

Wrong. Don’t belong.

“Can you send us home?”. In response another bout of pressure.

Regret. Negative. Wrong. Don’t belong. Must go.

Shaking off the minor headache I stammer “Please don’t hurt them!”. Mews gaze flicks between the dogs and me before it seems to sigh. Flying around all the dogs, who cower away from it, it does several laps in the air before coming to a halt before me. “Mew mew mew mew. Meee mew mew mew!.” Seeing me stare blankly at Mew once again it squeaks in annoyance before glowing and 5 more Mews appear before me. These clones float in front of all the dogs and glow once again. Once the glowing stops in place of each of the previous mew is a dog looking pokemon. Mouth ajar I make a guess as to what it is trying to say. “Are you going to turn them into pokemon?”. Instead of a response I just get a quick bit of pressure in my head again.

Confirm. Wrong into right.

“I get to choose?”

“Mew” Mew nods it head.

Ok, wow time to make some choices. I guess this is my choose a starter moment.