smallestclone:

The last injection they were given before teleporting away made them feel strange in ways they couldn’t describe. But after a while the young one stopped caring. Floating around, here, there, anywhere. Didn’t matter to the Mewtwo. Eventually they came to a now familiar red topped structure. They found it strange sensing someone outside of the building. Floating down to see what it was their flight path was far from straight. 

Rebecca was humming to herself, her headphones on her shoulders as she put up the first part of the laundry. It was a slightly breezy day but the sun felt nice and warm on her skin. The wet laundry would be dry in no time.

“Gotta put up the rest of this stuff.”