A movie can be crappy, but enjoyable. As long as you have good company, it can be even better. At least, that's what Dylan was thinking. In a old-fashioned movie theatre, he was watching one of [i]those[/i] movies with some of his friends. Needless to say, the movie was horrendous. That only fueled his group's witty comments and laughter. It was an amazing time for him, but his joy came to an end when he got a text from his mom. She demanded he come home right away to watch over his younger cousin (whom she promised she would take care of) while she went out with some friends on the town. 

He explained the situation to his friends in whispers. They shuffled out of his way as he scooted out of the aisle, quick goodbyes and apologies exchanged. As he made his way out of the theatre, he started to notice a headache coming on. He eventually reached his old run down car, and got in, his head throbbing. He started to regret the copious amounts of sugar he ingested. Dylan inserted the keys into ignition, but being the rust-bucket it was, it wouldn't start. Despite his muttered curses and pleas, it didn't work a second time either.

"Well, third time's the charm, as they say".

He reached down to start the keys once more, he noticed something weird. Actually, very weird. His hand was missing. The keys just floated there in the air. He could even [i]feel[/i] the keys, despite the apparent lack of something to feel with. 

"The fuck...?"

Dylan couldn't add to his shocked reaction, as he had already disappeared completely, while the keys clattered to the ground. He opened his eyes to a white expanse of... something. His head pounded even more, as if he were hosting an all-night party in there or something. Whispers started up, and the pain seemed to leave his head for a bit as he listened.

"Pok............world...................danger.................help..........us.................sa.....iours..............aura...........read.."

But all to quickly, the voices faded, and his headache returned with a renewed vengeance. The bluish aura around him didn't help his cause in any case. He seemed to be... changing, for a lack of better words. However, he couldn't care less about that, as some physical pain was added to his increasing mental pain. Eventually, his brain turned off as his world went black.

When he woke up, some pain lingered in his brain, the party inside coming to a close. He didn't recognize his surroundings. Flowers abundantly bloomed around him, and he had to admit; they looked beautiful. He turned his attention to himself as he continued to lay on the ground, reaching out a hand... a paw into his sight. It looked oddly familiar, yet alien. It almost looked like...

"...A mudkip? That's what I am?"

Dylan felt odd, questioning himself like this. Of course it was his body. How else would he be seeing what he was? Never mind that, but why think of his paw as a 'hand' in the first place? Why was he in this field of flowers at all? Who [i]was[/i] he? These questions pelted his brain, and it responded with a heavy wave of pain. 

"Oh fuck that hurts. Ahg..." 

He tried to get up and walk the pain off, but he fell over. He seemed to have amnesia, but that couldn't explain his last question he had. Why did this body feel so foreign? That question seemed to push his headache over the edge. He closed his eyes in pain, and curled up, trying his best to make it go away.