I walked towards the front of my high school with a smile on my face. My 2012 Ford Shelby Cobra GT500 Mustang locked behind me, and a few jaws dropped in the vicinity. My girlfriend, Megan, walked beside me, her beautiful pink hair; yes you read that right, PINK hair, glistening in the sun. We held hands happily as we mentally prepared for the day's classes. This may look like a dream to you, and for me, it once was too. I wasn't always so happy…
It all started on a gloomy day a while back. The sky was overcast, and my mind was in its usual, depressed state. I was fishing the last tiny leaf out of the pool in my backyard, being sure that not a one was left. The only thing my dad cared more about than the pool being spotless was his job and his wife. That's right, the pool is more important than ME, his only child.
Anyways, I had one unusual thought on my mind today. I was wondering to myself how it was possible that giant sentient robots actually existed now. You see, the Autobots had landed on Earth FOR REAL a few days earlier. People were freaked, and the U.S. Military, who gained the bots' cooperation by offering them a spacious base, had covered everything up. Now I was one of the few people smart enough to still believe the truth.
As I pondered this, I began pulling the net out of the water, my labor complete. Suddenly, and without warning, large colored blobs began to rain down from the sky. I ducked under the nearest cover as three landed in the yard. The blobs transformed on impact, becoming all too familiar creatures. "Christ, now it's Pokémon?" I exclaimed. I damn near had a heart attack. I herded the Pokémon out of our yard (They were small ones) and went inside.
A few days later I was watching the news. It had been said that no known sightings of any Legendary Pokémon had yet occurred, except for Mew. Mew had been seen in many places around the world, and it was theorized that it was searching for the person that was destined to be its trainer. "What a load of Phooey." I said. The broadcast went to a commercial for Poke balls, which had also rained from the skies. A company named Boeing, which my dad happened to work for, figured out how to make them, and was selling them for $30 a ball. There was no way I was getting my hands on one.
I turned off the TV and went outside to clean the pool again. I thought to myself that maybe $30 was better spent on a Poke ball than on HALO: Reach. After all, ever since Pokémon became real, it was far more popular. I decided to make a quick run (literally, I had no car) to the local ball store and buy one. I returned home exhausted; a shiny red and white ball in my pocket. Thanks to my dad's employment at Boeing, I got it for $5 off.
I mustered what little strength I had left, and returned to cleaning the pool. I was very thin; when shirtless you could see the outline of my ribs. This caused me to be lacking in both strength and endurance. I managed to clean most of the leaves, and was plucking the last one from the water when something materialized in front of me. I fell back out of surprise, and landed in a chair that was conveniently sitting behind me. "Whoa…" I said. I looked up, and damn near died of shock.
"M-M-Mew? Wh-What are you doing here?" I stuttered. "I've been searching the globe for the person destined to be my trainer, and I have finally found him." It said telepathically. It's psychic voice was strangely feminine. I looked left and right, searching stupidly for some other guy that Mew may have been indicating. "It's YOU silly!" Mew said, giggling. Boy, it had a cute laugh. "What makes me so special?" I asked.
"You are living in a house many would envy, using technology that many don't have, and being monitored by TWO parents, something most people would die for. And yet, you are miserable. However, you're one of the smartest people I've seen. You saw straight through the government's cover-up of the Autobots, you're passing a Pre-Calculus class with an A, and you're a great writer, even if all you write are fan fics. I have chosen you, quite simply, because you need a shining light in your gloominess, something to feel happy about other than your stories and occasionally your intelligence." Mew stated.
I understood Mew's reasoning, but not it's feminine voice. "Mew, why is your voice so feminine?" I asked. "You don't really believe that genderless bullcrap Nintendo pulls do you?" she said, rolling her eyes. "So you're female?" I asked. "Yes. Also, I am still the only Mew, that part Nintendo got right." Mew answered. "OK, I understand now. So, if I'm going to be your trainer, do I need to catch you?" I asked. "That's a stupid question, but none the less an expected one. Yes Austin, you will. I'll make it easy though, just toss a ball at me and it'll work." Mew replied.
"I have a ball right here." I said, pulling out the Poke ball, "Will this work?" "Yes, that'll do fine." Mew said. "Alright, here goes." I said. I tossed the ball lightly at Mew, and it tapped her on the head. She was absorbed into the ball, and it landed on the ground. It shook once, twice, three times, and then beeped indicating a successful capture. I was speechless.
Just then, everything went blurry, and I passed out, or so I was told. I awoke on a rather large medical bed; one that I guessed could have been used for a car. I sat up, and looked around. I was inside an aircraft hangar, and there was strange, high-tech stuff everywhere. Then I saw the other beings inside the hangar. I saw the Autobots.