It was a seemingly normal day over at Ole Miss University in Oxford, MS... If you call thousands upon thousands of people screaming "HOTTY TODDY!" and "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE MISS!" normal. It was Saturday at the Grove, and since it is in the middle of a rather cold autumn season, you know what that means.
GAME DAY!!!
"Man I love game day," said a young, caucasian man with a hint of a southern accent. He looked to be around twenty years old, wearing a baggy red t-shirt and baggy blue jeans held up by a black leather belt with a silver buckle. His black tennis shoes looked a little dirty, while his black fedora hat, black leather jacket, and silver-framed glasses looked as clean as a whistle. This was William Earl Stevens, Jr, who had decided to go tailgating with some family and friends.
"You and all of us Earl!' shouted Earl's grandfather, who was currently grilling some shrimp. His grandfather had come dressed as Col. Reb today, and it was rather funny. All he had needed was the red, white, and blue suit, the red cowboy hat, and a cane, and he looked almost exactly like the legendary mascot of Ole Miss. "Hotty Toddy!"
"Hotty Toddy!" shouted everyone including Earl. He then looked in the cooler, his smiled disappearing briefly afterwards.
"Hey, we's be out of Dr. Pepper! I'mma go get some, alright?" said Earl, running before he got an answer.
"Don't be too long! The game is gonna start soon!"
"Okay okay!" shouted Earl, running to a gas station nearby. Walking in, he immediately spotted a 2-liter bottle of Dr. Pepper, which, for some reason, had been placed in the cooler at the front. Grabbing it, Earl paid for it and headed out.
"Good day for a game. It's nice and cool out, the sun's shining... Man things couldn't be any bet- OW!"
Earl had bumped into someone and fallen down. Standing back up, he brushed himself off.
"Sorry about that sir. I should have pa... paid... at...tention..."
Earl had almost been rendered speechless. He hadn't bumped into anyone. In fact, he had bumped into something that he had long thought only existed in a game.
"Are you Game Over1375?" asked the very real Mewtwo through telepathy to Earl. Earl almost thought he was going crazy until he poked the legendary Pokemon. Upon feeling Mewtwo's hard skin, Earl readjusted his glasses, opened the Dr. Pepper, and gave it a hearty chug.
"Well? Are you?" asked Mewtwo, evidently becoming frustrated.
"I am, and if I'm gonna die today, I want to at least be able to have some Dr. Pepper before I do so."
Taking another chug, Earl closed the bottle and his eyes, firmly believing that he was fixing to die at the hands of a Pokemon that was known to be savage.
"I'm not here to kill you, despite what you may think. I am here to ask for your help."
"Huh? Really? What cha need help with?" asked Earl, relieved that he wasn't gonna die today, but he began wondering what the legendary Psychic-type Pokemon needed him for. It had to be big if Mewtwo couldn't take care of it.
"All shall be explained soon. Follow the Pokemon, and your friends, to me."
"Wait... Wha-"
Too late, Mewtwo had raised his hand, and then a flash of light appeared.
"Uh... Where am I?" asked Earl, rubbing his forehead as he sat up, having just woken up. He then looked around, seeing that he was in the middle of a jungle. It was fairly humid here, so Earl quickly took off his jacket and slung it over his right shoulder. He remember the flash of light, Mewtwo, game day at Ole Miss...
"Man everyone's gonna kill me when I get back... Including the people on PC. I had just started my Dragonball RP too..."
Disappointed, Earl's face brightened a little when he saw the 3/4 full 2-liter bottle of Dr. Pepper. At least Mewtwo had allowed Earl to bring that with him. Speaking of which, where was he?
"Time to find out where I'm at... And my friends? Which friends? I have lots of friends," said Earl, an air of arrogance coming from him. Yeah, he can be arrogant sometimes.
"Are you Game Over1375?" asked something to Earl. Earl, after having heard Mewtwo, knew this was through telepathy. As he looked around, he soon found a Makuhita looking up at him. Earl then quickly figured out where he was at, but he just about couldn't believe it.
He was in the Pokemon world... AND THAT WAS AWESOME!
"Oh freakin' SWEETNESS! A Makuhita! Makuhita is one of my favorite Pokemon!" said Earl, smiling happily and kneeling down, petting the miniature yellow sumo-wrestler. The Makuhita seemed to blush a little.
"Thanks, but could you please answer my question? I need to find the one named Game Over1375. I need to lead him to White Cave under Mewtwo's orders."
There was the voice again. Quickly putting two and two together, Earl smiled at the Pokemon.
"I am Game Over1375, but you can call me Earl little buddy! So, where's this cave?" asked Earl, standing up and smiling while clutching the bottle of Dr. Pepper. The Makuhita quickly smiled.
"Wonderful! Please, come with me! Any questions you have should surely be answered by your friends!" said the Makuhita through telepathy as he grabbed Earl's hand and started leading Earl through the jungle.
"You're a strong one. Of course, I should have known you were. You are a Fighting-type," said Earl before drinking some more Dr. Pepper. He suddenly wanted to know if Dr. Pepper existed in this world. He knew soda did, but Dr. Pepper? He would have to find out. Not having any Dr. Pepper here would be a bad thing. Earl loved the stuff.
"And we're here," said the Makuhita as he and Earl came to the entrance of White Cave.
"And my 'friends' are in here?" asked Earl, questioning whether if he wanted to do this or not. Then again, did he really have a choice?
"Yep! Let's do this!" said Makuhita happily as he began running. Seeing the current situation, Earl just smiled as he remembered a rather suitable meme for the occasion.
"LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYY JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSS!" shouted Earl as loud as he could, hoping whoever was in the cave could hear him as he caught up with the Makuhita.