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The Journey of Mew

Meet Mew. A small furry little creature that loves to play. It plays pranks on the people he meets, helps whenever he feels like it and naps if he's tired. But hold on, after having played so much, how come he doesn't know where he is? Follow Mew as he goes to play in not only the Pokémonverse, but also other anime/multi verses. Disclaimer: I don't own any of the anime or characters that are mentioned in the story. I don't own the cover. I don’t own any of the multiverses that are bound to be mentioned in this fanfaction. The story is Completed! Still figuring out how to post side stories, so if you know, please post it in the comments.

LaughingSnowFox · Anime & Comics
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Arriving in a tomb

As Mew had no clue where he would end up in, he just assumed the best. Cause even if it was a bad destination, he would make the best of it.

Clenching his tiny paws in a fist, Mew ignored the cold sweat still clinging to his back and faced himself towards the bright light at the end of the space tunnel.

Flying through it, Mew looked around in surprise. From the usual open air entrances in a new world, this was one of the first times he had ended up in a building. A throne room at that. The throne room had a dark vibe around it, as there wasn't much light shining into it.

Along the walls to ceiling were banners with a lot of drawings on them. Some were pretty interesting, while others were downright creepy.

Above the room hung a giant chandelier, dimling illumiating the room with candle light.

Flying around in curiosity, Mew was unbeknownst watched by more than a few pairs of eyes, which followed Mew's movement closely.

The owners of these eyes were a row of maids and a butler standing on the side. Even a particular woman with black wings was closely watching Mew move about.

Mew continued his sightseeing, inspecting each banner with the highest amount of intrigue. If he looked close enough at some of them, he could see a butterfly or a flower amongst the design.

It just depended on what angle he looked from, to say the least if he was hanging up side down. Then when he losed his interest, Mew flew to the chandelier, sitting on top of it and swinging his little legs long enough for the chandelier to slightly sway with his movements.

Giggling happily, Mew dipped his paws in the molten candle wax, leaving wax paw prints all over the chandelier. At the end of his fun, the whole metal framework had tiny handprints adorning it, making the cold outlook of this particular item slightly warmer.

Rubbing his greasy hands together in discomfort, Mew began to look around again in search for another thing to do. So when his eyes fell on a throne with a skeleton on it, Mew's cioriosity scale broke through the roof.

A. Real. Skeleton. On. A. Throne.

Awesome!

Drawing closer, Mew hovered in front of the skeleton, which was completely unresponsive to anything Mew did. Even gently tapping on the head didn't work.

A dark aura of negativity burst out beside Mew, who took no notice of it. The winged woman glared angrily at Mew, but she couldn't take a step forward even if she wanted to.

That was up till now.

A slight tremor went through the air, all but unnoticed except for Mew.

When the ripple spread and disappeared, the skeleton in front of Mew began to move, as well as the winged woman who took a step to the audacious creature that was bothering the Supreme Being.