A/N: Before I continue the story, I would like to thank all of you for the attention given to this story. I honestly thought no one would read this in the first place, considering I just did it for fun.

Chapter 2: You Did WHAT!?

Mew's POV

Hmm... I have so many to choose from... How 'bout that one? Nah, too boring... Maybe that? No, too girly... Aha! This should be perfect! Should I tell Uncle Arceus though? Hmm... Maybe later. Oh! He's waking up! I can't wait to see what he thinks about it!

Third Person View

Dylan opened his eyes groggily to see long blades of grass in front of him. Huh, perhaps that was just a dream after all... Unfortunately, the pain on his right cheek, although dull, was still there and served as a reminder that everything that happened before was completely real. Either that or I'm hallucinating very heavily as a result of the explosion. Dylan shuddered at the thought. Where am I anyway?

'Hallucinating? Why would you think of that?' Although Dylan has heard it before, Mew's telepathy was enough to make him jump. Literally. And land on his four paws. Dylan did a double take at the subconscious thought.

Dylan turned his head to look backwards. He screamed for the second time that day. It was a new record for him, actually. Dylan wasn't easily scared. Even if he was, he normally didn't show it. Unless something big happened. Which it did.

His former human body was now covered in grey fur from head to toe... er, paw (Um.. Tail? Oh well.), with red fur acting as highlights on both his four paws and a tuft of fur which seemed to be what was left of his hair. His ears were now sharp-cornered like a cat's and closer to the top of his head, which now sported a small but pointy muzzle with a tiny black nose. His now short neck had a ring of dark grey fur that looked like a scarf. Two spiky tufts of fur were on both of his cheeks, acting as whiskers. To top it off, he now also has a tail that slightly resembled the tip of a Chinese writing brush.

Dylan's first reaction after the scream, you ask? "What did you do to me, Mew?!" Right after finishing the sentence, he bit his tongue, serving as an acknowledgement-of-sorts of his new fangs. He realized quickly that he was now speaking in Poké-speech. Although he could still hear it like a human normally would, his brain now translated it automatically to English.

'Oops, forgot about that part. And...' - Mew created a small pink ball of psychic power and hurled it at Dylan and to his surprise, it didn't hurt at all - 'Done. Try directing your thoughts at me.'

'What do you even mean by that, Me-' Dylan widened his eyes (which were now cyan with red eyelids) in surprise as he realized that he was now using telepathy. His logical side was slightly confused. Huh. Telepathy is supposed to be a psychic thing. Why the heck can a Zorua, a Dark-type Pokémon, use telepathy?

Mew must've read Dylan's thoughts yet again, because it said, 'I don't know. Ask Uncle Arceus,' while shrugging. An action Dylan was probably going to miss. 'Just great. How am I supposed to get back to my home like this!?' Dylan laid down on the grass and covered his eyes with his new forepaws, his mind now subconsciously counting the possibility of getting back home either unscathed or as a human. Both had a range from dangerously close to zero to five or lower, considering if Mew wanted to help or not.

Unfortunately for him, Mew was only thinking about the endless amount of games it could play with Dylan. On the bright side, a certain amount of these games were to help Dylan get used to his new body. Not that he wanted to.

'Hey, wanna play a Mew Game?'

A/N: I really wanted to post this chapter on the first of January, considering it was a special day and all. Real life decided to trip me. Happy New Year anyway?

Review if you want to, constructive criticism is accepted, feel free to correct grammatical mistakes, flames will be ignored and thank you for reading.

P/S: I apologize for the short chapters. And no, I am not going to make a novelization of the thirteenth movie.