“Aha!”
“I knew something was missing! Damn it, Triton…”
The former champion promptly dragged a drunken Triton off of an empty bottle of sake.
Suspicion senses are tingling.
"It makes me feel confident. My friend Axle taught me about it.”
“It also makes you drunk and flammable in a world full of fire and lava. Now I’m not denying that he didn’t have good intentions but alcohol can be set on fire.”
“He probably didn’t mention the hangover everyone gets afterwards, did he? Well surprise, after you pass out drunk, you either puke your guts out or wake up or a horrible headache. Sometimes both if your luck is like that.”
“What is this I hear about underage drinking? Silv, you know better than that! Alcohol highly flammable!”
I needs to go to the beds everyone, I’ll reply to all the things when I wake up!
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“Good evening, hun. What’s up?”
After all the crap she’s been through, a floating teenager isn’t that hard to accept.
Somewhere in the far reaches of the multiverse, the former champion sneezed right out of her futon and onto the floor.
“Ow.”
Even though Mewtwo couldn’t bring himself to fully trust the human in front of him, her words seemed to make sense to him and if it really was true what she was saying, these news were disgusting! In a first impulse, rage began to build up inside of him, rage about these humans daring to toy with life once again. He couldn’t allow another creature, let alone one of his own kind, to go through the same crisis he had been dealing with ever since his creation. They deserved so much better. Mewtwo almost felt responsible for them and their safety.
However, as his thoughts continued, other emotions began to grow in him as well. Fear, but also happiness. If there really was another Mewtwo out there, he wouldn’t be alone anymore. But what would this mean for him? Would he feel happier now that he wasn’t the only one anymore? What was it like to have something like a “family” anyway? He pushed these ideas back. What mattered, was that there were scientists out there, messing with Pokémon once again and that they needed to be stopped.
Fully turning around to the human now he looked down at her, while still floating in midair. “If it is true what you say, this is terrible.” His tail moved behind him slowly, showing his infuriation. “Do you humans never learn your lesson?” He spat that out before continuing in a softer, but still stern voice in her head: “Where are these scientists? This need to be put to an end. Whether this Pokémon is like me, or not, I can’t let these people keep on doing their experiments.”
Rebecca had the decency to look ashamed for what her species had done.
“We humans unfortunately are dumb enough to try everything more than once. I just wish I knew which humans were the idiots.”
She replied in her normal, softer mental voice.
-Unfortunately, they never told me where the facility was. They’ve given me brief flashes but nothing concrete enough to even form a theoretical location. I do apologize deeply for that and I’m doing my absolute best to take care of them, sans a small accident with Cheri berry juice about a week ago.-
She hid her wrapped hand behind her back, her face going a little pink.
Damn, he had been spotted again. It seemed as if the number of encounters he had been having with humans had doubled, maybe even trippled recently. Partly, he cursed his curiousity for it, partly it appeared he simply had grown too careless. Either way, both habits were nuisances he would have to get rid of in the future if he wanted to remain unrecognized. With a swift, elegant movement he turned around, ready to take off into the distance to leave this girl behind for good. However, then she talked and what she was saying had Mewtwo freeze on the spot.
A grown-up version of the Pokémon she took care of.. What was that human speaking about? He was the only one, the only Mewtwo, the only … copy. That was right, as much as he hated it, in the end he was nothing but a copy – and copies could be produced infinitely. And yet, could it really be possible that there had been several attempts to create a clone of Mew? Hadn’t he destroyed all of the Data about his origins, erased all of the participants memories? Even killed them when he had destroyed the laboratory after first awakening? Or … was this the work of an entirely different group of people trying to achieve the same goal perhaps?
Whatever the reason, this human probably was the only one that could give him the answers he was so desperately seeking now. Slowly, he turned his head at the girl, his purple eyes cold as ever. “What are you talking about, human?” He didn’t trust and care for her enough to use her first name yet. “There is no other of my kind. You must be mistaken.”
As she was used to those eyes, seeing them from Zekrom the majority of the time.
“I’m pretty sure the little one I take care of looks like a baby version of you. Same shade of fur, same kind of tail. Though before their powers overloaded, they pretty much floated everywhere.”
The trainer looked thoughtful for a moment before spreading her hands out as if to measure something.
“They were about maybe the size of a Pikachu, maybe a little bigger when they stretched out, remnants of bruises from needles along with evidence of malnutrition due to IV feeding. I’ve been doing my best to take care of them but they didn’t seem to understand that Pokemon experimentation has been illegal and deplorable in the regions for many years now or that how they were treated was wrong.”
“I don’t really have any other choice, do I? I don’t have a choice but to accept all of this… because it won’t make a difference how I feel. Nothing will change.”
“Silv… I… I won’t lie t’ya. I don’t see any other possibility. Y’don’t have to like it though.”
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