Not afraid! Just... nervous.

Ween takes a deep gulp, looking at the tunnel ahead of him; caves were never his strong point; too many zubats, he tentatively walks in, walking quickly; wanting to get this over with. He looks around at the cave walls, noting the interesting texture of the stone, he starts humming to himself to take his mind off things, he truly hated himself for doing this to prove he wasn't scared; admitting he was scared would be so much easier.

As he goes further into the mountain, he starts getting horribly lost, before long he could barely see ahead, that's when he trips on a loose rock and tumbles down further through a drop, he groans at the bottom, shaking his head "H...h...hello? Anyone?" he looks around in fear.

Somewhere deep, deep inside the volcano, Mew's ears flicked.

It opened its eyes, blinking a few times. It could sense something with its powerful psychic powers, a small disturbance. The pink Pokémon's tail curled around it then lashed out as it uncurled, the tied-on silver bell ringing raucously. Based on past experiences, this sort of off feeling that it had meant that there was a Pokémon somewhere in the volcano, perhaps in one of the caves, and it was scared.

Mew tilted its head, adopting a sad expression. It didn't want others to be scared, that wasn't fun at all. With a small squeal, it took off through the interior of the mountain, fading from view as it turned its invisibility barrier on.

Ween continues trying to wander the darkness, bumping into walls and other assorted obstacles. He suddenly hears the sound of bells, terrified, he runs in one direction, heart pounding in his tiny chest; what if this was some kind of unknown pokemon that was perfectly adapted to luring pokemon in, and defeating them where they had no hope of victory, what if it was a mean trainer, what if... Thud What if he noticed the wall he slammed into, sliding down it painfully, crying slightly.

As Mew was zooming through the caves, performing small loop-de-loops and twirls as it went, a flash of brown and a small cry of pain caught its attention. It stopped abruptly, letting out a soft cry of its own once it spotted the little Eevee on the ground. This must have been the scared Pokémon it was looking for; from what Mew could tell, the Eevee certainly looked scared.

Mew lowered itself down to the Eevee's level, its bell ringing gently as it slowly became visible again. It frowned, turning over in the air until it was hanging upside down with a concerned expression on its face. "Hello...!" it began, reaching out to carefully touch the Pokémon's head with a paw. "Are you okay? I hope you aren't lost, mew~!"

Ween shakes his head, regaining his composure, he shudders, before noticing the pokemon in front of him, remembering stories, he stares at it for a while, before just uttering a single word "Mew?" he was worried now, worried he may no longer be awake, or worse. Maybe lost in here forever.