The reflectionI'm hiding underneath the sheets right now, because I know it's hunting me down. I just know it.
This crap all started a couple of days ago. After seven years of fruitless search, I discovered the myth, the one everyone wants, the one with the almost sacred Pokédex number by now. Mew.
ROUTE 8 SAVE
CITY OF WATER
TOWN OF PURPLE
THE CRY OF THE MYTH SHALL REVEAL ITSELF
I followed the steps I deciphered from the Unown in the theme of Lavender Town, I did everything necessary to catch the legend. The menu popped up, I pressed B (I didn't know what else I would have to do) and voilá, Mew revealed itself. I was almost peeing myself with excitement by now, all my efforts were finally going to be worth it all.
The cry of the myth, Mew, my Mew, revealed itself, and I was so happy. With a lot of effort, I managed to seal it into a Poké Ball forever. It was mine.
That's when things went haywire.
My cell phone was the first thing to show signs of 'ins