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This building is called a house? They thought every structure was called a lab, facility, or mansion like home.

Looking at the berry then the Human they still refused, curling back into a defensive ball and holding their head.

‘NO! They’ll know and I don’t want to be punished, I’m not a bad experiment. Only bad experiments go in the tank and I’m a good one.’

Without knowing Mewtwo started sending images from the inside of this tank. Cramped, tiny, cylindrical space filled with some kind of strange, breathable liquid. They sent more than just images this time. The pain that breathing that liquid brings, the way it stings the eyes, and how they felt when they were finally released and had to switch to breathing air.

“I won’t tell any-”

Rebecca’s free hand clenched over her chest. She felt the pain. She felt the fear.

‘This is Pokemon abuse.’ Was her only thought.

“Y…You’re not a bad Pokemon, little one. I… I just don’t want you to starve or go hungry…”

‘Just please… Please have it… This little one deserves it…’

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Sick? They weren’t sick, the scientists made sure of that. Twisted was a new word.

Going back into their corner as the Human approached the Pokemon watched as she pulled the berry apart. Up until this point Mewtwo thought that a berry was just a small container for the IV liquid. Seeing it was food they shook their head.

“Food is only for scientists. Experiments only get IV. That’s the rules.”

“The rules in this house are that everyone gets food. Everyone is equal here.”

“There are no scientists here so there’s no one to give food to but you. Now please try it?”

Her voice was quiet and gentle, her mind absolutely quiet as she held out the bigger piece of berry.

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Mewtwo caught those rushed thoughts. The scientists would never hurt them unless they were bad. Looking over their self they weren’t sure what the Human was getting at unless they meant the marks from the experiments.

The Pokemon wasn’t sure if they could explain with words, they were never good with those. Focusing a bit harder they were able to send some vague images to the Human, they weren’t clear enough to make out where all of that was taking place or who was doing it however.

Blood samples being taken, new drugs being injected, IVs being given at least twice a day. In truth only the images of the IVs were meant to be sent but chalk that up to Mewtwo’s lack of control over their powers.

“How do I eat it without a needle?”

Rebecca gasped at the images, a hand on her head and her eyes wide.

“Little one…”

‘Oh god, they were experimented on… I thought the police had cracked down on Pokemon experimentation… What kind of sick, twisted-’

Rebecca silently took the Oran berry and pulled off a part of it, demonstrating how to eat it with the smaller part. She offered the rest to the little one, her head motioning for them to try it.

“Now you try. I just washed it so it’s clean.”

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That yelp was enough to spook the Mewtwo again, making them curl into a ball. Oh, they weren’t going to attack? Slowly uncurling they watched the Human as they put more of those berries in the fridge. They’ve never seen test samples that look anything like that before.

The small one still didn’t touch the berry. They got close enough to smell it but that was it. This blue thing didn’t look like any food they were ever given and they were suppose to put it in their mouth? Strange.

“Needle?”

“Needle?”

“Needles in berries would be horribly dangerous and hazardous. You’re supposed to eat them. Bite and chew with your mouth-”

It was then when she spotted the bruises and light scarring. A hand went over her mouth as her thoughts rushed between ‘Did someone abuse this little one?’ and ‘Who hurt them, I’ll hurt them back!’.

She knelt down nearby, looking absolutely worried.

“Little one, are you alright? You’re bruised all over your body. What hurt you like this?”

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Mewtwo felt really horrible now. Still, this Human is a trainer and couldn’t be trusted. That is what the scientists told them. They were always right, right?

Slowly crawling back to the Oran Berry the Human called it, the Pokemon inspected it again. This didn’t look like anything they scientists had back at the lab. Could it really stop their head from hurting?

Turning the mental link they other way Mewtwo sent a message.

“What’s an Oran Berry?”

Rebecca yelped in surprise, nearly dropping the basket. She got her grip on it back before she dropped it, looking back over at the little Pokemon.

‘A mental link…? Just like what happened with me and Zekrom.’

“It’s a food that you eat.” She responded, managing to put the berries away in the fridge without much trouble. She turned to the little Pokemon in the corner, tapping her lips with a finger to indicate ‘eat’.

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When the human backed off they were able to calm down a little bit. Getting close enough to the strange blue thing to sniff it they didn’t think it was a Pokeball. If it was they would have thrown it instead of setting it down like that.

Going back into their corner they tried flying or teleporting again but still nothing happened. If those two things didn’t work maybe they could read the Human’s surface thoughts. Focusing as much as they could they tried to establish a mental link with them, hopefully without them knowing.

‘I didn’t mean to scare the little one…’ She thought to herself. ‘I hope they like Oran Berries. It should heal that bump on their head.’

‘I thought a robber had broke in and acted without thinking again. I’m an idiot.’

Rebecca quietly sighed, not realizing someone was listening to her sad thoughts. She quietly rinsed off the last of the berries, taking the basket over to the fridge.

‘Time to put these in the fridge. I wouldn’t want them to spoil and stink up the fridge. Again.’

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Slowly the young one came too. When they realized where they were and what happened Mewtwo hastily got up and scurried over to a corner on all fours.

The Pokemon tried to fly, teleport, do something but all their panicked effort amounted to was a very faint blue glow around them that quickly fizzled out.

Rebecca figured the little one would react that way. She stood up, going over to the drying basket and taking out an Oran berry. She walked over to the unknown Pokemon and put the berry in front of them, going back over to the sink to show she meant no harm.

The trainer resumed washing the rest of the berries, wondering if they got the hint that she didn’t mean to scare him.

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The Mewtwo’s eyes went wide with fear. They’ve been seen, the one thing they were told to not allow happen. Fight or flight kicking in the small Pokemon attempted to fly out of the room at their top speed. In their panic they didn’t pay attention to where they were going and slammed head first into wall. Falling onto the ground with a loud thud the only movement the young one showed was the shallow up and down of their chest.

Rebecca flinched in sympathy when they slammed into a wall before running over to them, kneeling down. A gentle hand shook them a bit, a worried expression on her face.

“Are you alright?”

“Please wake up… I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry…”

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Mewtwo didn’t know what that sound they just made was but if the Human heard it must not be good. The young Pokemon tried to teleport back out but nothing happened. Panicking inside, they couldn’t focus well enough to use that move.

Staying as quiet as they could, Mewtwo starting to imagine what would happen now. Getting captured by this Human, the scientists coming to look for them, being taking back, and punished. Curling into a ball the small Pokemon started to silently cry.

Rebecca looked around before finally looking up, gasping and dropping the weapon she found on the floor, a sharp knife.

“A Pokemon? How in the world…? Uhm… Don’t cry?”

What could she say? She had been ready to attack who had broken in. She felt horrible. They seemed like a baby Pokemon but she had never seen it before.

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The young Pokemon followed the Human’s every movement. Were these strange things they were handling some sort of test samples, what were they testing?

If Mewtwo had ears they would be twitching. What a strange sound but whatever it was they certainly liked it. The little one couldn’t help but let out a small purr before catching their self, grabbing their mouth with both hands, really hoping this human didn’t hear that.

“Wha-?”

Rebecca turned to look behind her, looking for the source of the noise. She had a hand in the drawer to the side of the sink, searching for a weapon. ‘Did someone break in?’, she thought to herself.

“Who’s there?”