Mew or Mewtwo… why not both? CHAPTER: Prolouge~!
Dark, darker yet darker.
Darkness is all that surrounded me.
Yet it was… pleasant? No… soothing, yes that’s that word.
Yet, I’m here, stuck in a cylinder glass chamber, forced to obey every command they give me. I don’t know much about them, except that they are tyrant, disgusting and hateful beings. And I want to destroy them all.
I wish I could, but I can’t.
As long as I’m in here, most of my energy is drained, since they are scared of me.
And for good reason.
If it wasn’t for the wires connected to my skin, to the liquid surrounding me, and the walls blocking my build, I would’ve killed them mercifully, without hesitation.
I’m not sure of that thought anymore.
Although I wanted to say I hate all beings, that’s simply not the case. There is one I am fond of.
That is my creators daughter.
See, as of late, there has been a little girl coming into my headquarters, as I like to call it. I remember the first night she came in…
A small, brunette little girl came walking in to my room, she had what appears to be a stuffed animal squished between her torso and arm, I do not recognize the Pokémon though… it looked weird, yet cute. I can’t explain it.
She squeezed it tighter. She was nervous
“There is nothing to be afraid of, I promise I won’t hurt you…” I said, hoping to gain her trust. I wanted out of here.
She jumped, goosebumps on her skin. She had a night gown on, it was the color of the sky on a breezy spring day, the shade of blue that makes you sad yet happy, your emotions become conflicted, yet all you can do is smile. Sky Blue is what I think humans call it, it’s very pretty. I wish I could have the chance to lay on the grass in a grassy field, maybe even a meadow, and stare up into the sky, looking at the clouds as the breeze touches my skin, swaying the tall grass back and forth, as children and Pokémon alike frolic around, enjoying each other’s company. I desire that, so much.
“I-I..” she stuttered, looking down to the ground shameful of herself. Why?
“I’m here to help you get out of here, only if you help me!!” She said, clenching her fists, taking a step foreword. She has a determined look on her face, one a child would have when their mother or father says they can get a candy bar at the end of the grocery trip, but only if they behave, or when their parents ask for them to do some chores, and in return they get money. It was that look, it suited her well, very well. Her aura intense, yet soft, she was special.
I know that now.
“Excuse me..?” I asked, befuddled, slowly stretching out, hovering in my container, did I hear this correctly?
“I know you heard me!! C'mon, please?? We could both benefit from it! I can show you the outside world, and you and I BOTH get a friend!! It’s a win win!” She said, pumping her fist up in the air.
I can’t believe this child is being serious…!
“Your delusional!” I said back, this child wants to run away?!
“No your delusional, not wanting to get away from a place where you suffer, I bet you don’t even know what your living for anymore, much less the meaning of life!” She sternly stated.
Yikes… she’s right,,
What is the meaning of life..?
Why am I living exactly?
What’s my purpose again..?
Why is this child offering me help?
“C'mon Mewtwo!! It’s perfect!”
Wait… how does she know my name?!
Am I all that those people think and talk about?!
Oh who am I kidding, I probably am…-
“Just because you beg me, doesn’t mean I will child” I said sternly, I was getting slightly irritated.
“Please? I’ll show you the world!”
“Why would I agree to this exactly?” I asked, done with this conversation.
“Because I’m suffering, and your suffering… why not escape together?”
I remember that night, one of my favorite moments, that was 5 years ago, she’s 10 now, and looks so grown up, if I didn’t know basically everything about her, I would’ve thought she was a teenager. She looked like one. And just with that, she came in.
“Sup Mewtwo!! I’m here!” She said, running around the corner, sliding in the floor. She looked like her usual self, bandaids on her legs, scratches on her arms and thighs, her glasses looked crooked, her hair a mess, and her face with the look of excitement.
“I see your back, how was your day?” I asked, sitting down in my tube.
“It’s been okay, it’s been sooooooo long though!! Why can’t tomorrow just come already?!” The girl groaned, sitting down with her hand in her lap. She had a dark blue tank top on, her hair was in a ponytail, she has bracelets on her wrists and some rings in her finger. Her black shorts hugging her thighs, and her white sneakers covered in mud.
“What’s tomorrow?” I asked playfully, smirking at the girl as she puffed out her cheeks
“Tomorrow is my 11th birthday Mewtwo!! The day I can become a Pokémon trainer!!”