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Mewtwo's nightmare

"Any word on the latest test results?"

"His psychic prowess are off the charts."

"...And Amber? Has his influence stabilized her signature?"

"...Some, Doctor. But, at the moment, there's only so much we can do without waking him. And if he wakes..."

"...Then she dies. I'm well aware."

The laboratory that made up his dreams was buzzing with hushed whispers surrounding the two most prominent lab-coat clad scientists. They stood in front of a large test tube with a small Mewtwo encased within, suspended in some green-tinted fluid.

"Again." The single word, rang out from somewhere overhead where a man clad in a fine orange suit stood, half shrouded in darkness, looking down on the experiment from a catwalk.

"But sir! If we push him too hard, we'll lose the other test subjects!" retorted one scientist, only to be met with a hiss from the Persian at the suit-clad man's side.

"It will develop his psychic abilities and further augment his ability to keep your precious Amber in this place. Do I need to remind you who is funding this little project? And turn on the monitors. I want to see what's going on in that... thing's head."

As soon as he finishes speaking, the world fluxes and twists, the sterile white of the laboratory giving way to what seemed to be a fairly normal town. It was dusk, street lamps were beginning to turn on, and everything was given a soft orange glow to it. Overhead floated four figures; Mewtwo, a Charmander, Bulbasaur, and Squirtle along with a young human girl who looked to be no older than seven years old. They flew, playfully, smiles on each of their faces until out of the blue Mewtwo dropped to the ground like a rock, writhing in pain, mouth opening in silent screams as the others formed a circle around him. When he finally calmed down, the others began to look intangible, their forms shimmering in the twilight. The Charmander was the first to begin to fade in earnest.

"W-what's going on?" Mewtwo asked of the others.

"...We're dying..." said the girl, a sad smile on her face as all three pokemon vanished with the last rays of the light. "We have to go now... and we can't see each other again... I'm sorry, but, I'm glad I met you... got to teach you..."

As the moon replaced the sun in the sky, even the girl began to shimmer and fade, a multitude of other voices starting to leak in from outside the dream's dream. They were soft at first, all seemingly panicking that Amber's signature was fading, and that Mewtwo wasn't powerful enough to stabilize it. One by one the street lamps began to switch off as the girl began to dissolve into the moonlight, her mouth forming the word 'goodbye' but the sound being lost to the growing cacophony of the outside. Once she was fully gone, even the moon was blotted out, leaving nothing but Mewtwo in the center of the blackness.

"No, please don't leave me! Don't... I don't want to be alone!"

[OOC: The comments will be involving Mewtwo hovering around his infant self, being disgusted at his weakness. Also, for additional context, please direct yourself here: http://youtu.be/-PNDU-WzQu0 ]

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Seeing all of this was incredibly confusing for Lucy - she had no idea why she would even be dreaming something like this. One thing was for sure. She didn't like those scientists. Even if she wasn't against animal testing, especially sentient animals, those men sounded way too amoral for her liking.

And the lab itself.. so cold and clinical and how could anyone -work- here let alone agree to let themselves best tested -- but the 'subject' whoever they're talking about, ...it was never their choice was it. Watching the interaction between the other pokemon and the girl, Lucy grimaced, feeling like she was intruding on something incredibly private. But when Mewtwo called out like that, well, she couldn't just walk away. So after an awkward moment, she started walking, looking around.

"Hello...?"

The infant pokemon didn't respond. It simply sat there in the nothingness, curled up in a ball, sobbing silently. The silence was deafening for a moment until a much older sounding voice resounded from above and behind Lucy.

"I knew this place was odd and held great power, but to provide astral projections for those lacking any psychic power is... unforeseen."

Mewtwo will be hovering just out of reach, eyes focused on the sobbing infant, arms crossed, a look of abject disgust on his face.

Oh god. Tiny-Two. Let it be said that Lucy had a hard time standing by when anyone was upset, and a crying Pokemon was no exception to the rule. She started over towards the infant, not sure what she could say to someone who just lost four of their important friends - but before she could get nearer, that other voice startled her.

"Wh..?" ... now who's -this-? He looked like an older version of the tiny infant. "Who are you..?" And why are you looking at the tiny pokemon like you smelled someone's dirty socks?

Not just important friends, the only friends he had ever known at that point. They taught him everything he knew about the world before he even opened his eyes for the first time.

"I am him," he said, gritting his teeth. "I am a psychic-type pokemon, and our dreams are... different than the dreams of others. What you saw were my earliest memories... memories that were taken from me for quite some time."

If he could, he would have blasted the image of his past self, but instead simply opted with clenching his hands in what could barely be called a fist. "...Disgusting..."

Even worse. "I... see. I had the feeling that I was seeing something very personal... I am sorry for that. No one should have their most private memories brought to light like that, against their wishes. Those memories... did those scientists take them from you?"

Disgusting? YES, she absolutely agrees ... just not with that same topic. "It is disgusting - what you had to go through, being treated like an object - it's disgusting." Just like when what few other celestial wizards that were there treated their spirits pooly - she hated it.

His face is unchanging, the soft rise and fall of his form in the air was really the only indication that time hadn't frozen around Lucy.

"Even then, I held the power to level entire cities within my mind. I was so powerful yet so... weak. I was inexperienced, ignorant, and I let them die. My weakness is what disgusts me. I have long since put the treatment I suffered at the hands of those people behind me." Along with their charred remains.

"How can you believe you let them die? That can't have been your fault. Especially if you didn't know how to even use your power - those people who were 'treating' you should have been trying to help you." If they cared to help him. But she honestly doesn't know the whole story - she just couldn't believe anyone was responsible for someone's death. Not in a situation like that.

"Their lives were dependent on my powers providing ample stimulation to keep their brains active to avoid slipping into a coma. The physical bodies of the pokemon were weak enough that once they fell into a coma, their bodies shut down entirely. For Amber, her psychic signature... her spirit... was all that was left. By slipping into a coma, what was left of her vanished."

He sighs, breaking his gaze long enough to glare at his fist.

"But you were so young.." How could he have understood how to control it properly. She shook her head, "I don't think your friends.. would want you to blame yourself." Actually the situation was frighteningly similar to another. When she - her future self - died, Natsu blamed himself for being unable to stop it. That weight still weighed on him. It's why she knows she can't rationalize either him or Mewtwo into not taking on that guilt.

"You say that now..." Being a memory, it was easy to manipulate the world around them. All he had to do was call forth another memory. Light returned to the world, and the laboratory and scientists reappeared, but there was less activity this time. It was more clear and founded deeper in fact than the unconscious musings of his mind.

The murmur from the scientists were muffled, as if speaking through water as they excitedly went from display to display. The slightly larger Mewtwo in the test tube began to move, and the instant he opened his eyes, an explosion rocked the surroundings, the test tube erupting. One of the scientists approached Mewtwo, and said... something, it was clearer but muffled enough to remain obscured. Mewtwo remained motionless for a time before rising into the air and with a wave of both arms sent all the scientists flying, each hitting concrete walls with enough force to crack the walls, all slumping to the floor, lifeless.

The rest of the scene was a blur, explosions and fire were prevalent for the next few minutes but what was happening could hardly be followed by the naked eye. However, when all was said and done, and the smoke began to clear, Mewtwo stood amongst an island of twisted wreckage and flame. Nothing remained on the island that housed the laboratory, hate evident in Mewtwo's eyes.

"My first act in life was to extinguish the lives of those that created me." The voice came from the same direction as before, the scene before Lucy effectively pausing. "Tell me, where does the blame lie in those deaths?"

Whoah, damn. Lucy watched the proceedings in a stunned silence. For a moment she tried putting herself in Mewtwo's shoes, but.. she really didn't know enough to say if she would do the same. No, she'd like to say she wouldn't, but..

"Laying the blame on someone is the easiest thing in the world to do." She said after a moment. "Do you remember, in that moment, your reason? What you felt when you attacked those scientists. Was it really anger that they created you - or were you lashing out because you were grieving?"

The question itself startled him really. And not for the reason it should have. Sure, nobody had ever asked him why he did it, he never expected them to. Few knew of his involvement, and even fewer cared why. That's not what bothered him. It was the idea that somehow, buried deep in his mind, he remembered at that instant what those damned experiments had put him through. What it had put his friends through. What it had put Amber through. It was a possibility he'd never even considered. It was so easy to blame the voices - both internal and audible - that bombarded him upon awaking, the dissonance between the happy words and the dark intent behind them.

For a moment, his facade cracked, pain flooding his eyes once again before he waved an arm, conjuring the cacophony of sound. Hundreds of voices both celebrating their own intellect, and plans to use him as a weapon of mass destruction.

After he had regained his composure, his voice rang out clearer than any, cutting through the noise. "This is my reason."

Lucy had a habit of surprising people. She caught sight of that brief slip in his expression, about to say something else when that cacophany of sound suddenly kicked in. She clapped her hands over her ears briefly, grimacing, returning her attention to Mewtwo.

"Are you sure?" She asked quietly, when he gave it as his reason. She remembered the sight of that tiny-two and his adult self - had changed so much. What had happened after he hurt - no, killed - those scientists that he was still so ...

For a long time, Mewtwo simply allowed the noise to flow. In an odd and almost disappointing way... there was comfort there. Reassuring to himself that the people he had killed would hurt other pokemon if they had been allowed to continue their experiments. But, he did quiet it, the scene shifting once more, this time to depict a large arena, a number of pokemon - including a Charizard, Venusaur, and Blastoise that bore the same markings as the pokemon that appeared in his earlier dream - squaring off against what appeared to be their doubles. Mewtwo leading one side, a smaller almost more innocent looking Mew leading the other.

"The darkness that I saw that day led me to despise all humans. I assembled the strongest trainers I could trick into making the journey to bring their pokemon to me. I cloned them, freeing them of humanity's taint, and set about to wipe humanity, and all they had tainted from the world... Yes. I am sure."

"... Maybe I can understand why you might think the worst of humans, being through what you have been. But you can't honestly still believe that?" He must have seen and met kind humans before. Actually, he reminded her a little of Zeref. "There are more varied humans in the world - you can't judge everyone based on those bad experiences." It's unfair to the ones who do their best to do good, damnit.

It took a good long time for Mewtwo to formulate a response, and as he attempted to do so, the arena sprang to life, almost by accident. The scene that played out was a brutal one, clones fighting their originals in such a way to make it known that the victors only intended to win by killing their opponent. Even the visions of Mewtwo and Mew were fighting with all they had, clashing in the sky with killing intent.

The humans stood on the sidelines for the most part pleading with their pokemon to be careful or to disengage entirely. It was then that Mewtwo realized what was going on, in his dream, and slowed the action to a halt. Pokemon froze in mid attack, but all eyes were on the center of the arena, where one of the humans had charged out into the fray, trying to stop the fighting... with beams from both Mew and Mewtwo closing in on him from either side.

Whatever retort Mewtwo had thought up caught in his throat, eyes wide at the scene that stood frozen in time. Of one boy willing to sacrifice himself, if it meant bringing an end to the fighting, and to spare all the pokemon. Regardless of which side they were on.

Brock caught on quite awhile ago that everything that was happening now was a product of dreaming. It was something that became obvious when everything that didn't make sense, started to. While he didn't have any prominent dreaming of his own, he had picked up on the consciousness of others. Mewtwo's hadn't been the only tragic nightmare to come into consciousness, but he couldn't help but feel Mewtwo needed someone to support him. Pokemon was still a touchy debate even back home, and not everyone treated them fairly.

"MEWTWO!"

He wasn't actually sure if he could be heard or not, or if he would even be recognized at this point. It would have been much more convenient if Ash were here, but he wasn't.

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"I hear you."

Mewtwo would just be hovering behind and above Brock's shoulder, just out of reach, still staring at his infant self.

"I am beginning to truly despise this place..."

A relief welcomed him when he heard Mewtwo. He was worried the worse might have happened.

"It wasn't always like this."

It was actually quite peaceful and a tad mundane.

"Even so... to take my earliest memories and broadcast them to any within its borders..."

The tone with which his voice is projected would indicate that in the physical world Mewtwo would be blowing something up right about now.

"Whatever the cause..." or intent, it can't be undone now. "our first priority should be to defuse the situation, but I don't know where to begin."

Dreams wasn't his forte, and even experiencing various trials throughout his journey, nothing prepared him for being spirited away to a foreign world. Very rarely did he separate from his friends.

"There is no situation to defuse. Even though I am aware that this is a dream, I cannot force myself awake. Once either of us awakens, the situation should end and the psychic link broken."

He'd never admit to it, but he does appreciate having Brock there. The familiarity is nice, at least.

"Unless you wake up, we're stuck here."

Hopefully the dream does not worsen? Brock gazed around. If this was reflecting Mewtwo's subconscious, shouldn't their be a weakness of some sort?

"Sleep works differently for pokemon than humans. As observed from a human's standpoint, it would serve the same purpose, but sleep for a pokemon is more of a physical process than mental. That is how pokemon can sleep through attacks in the heat of battle after either using Rest or being put to sleep. Once my body regains its energy and repairs what cellular damage I incurred over the course of the day, I will wake."

He did not expect Brock to have known this, as even the Pokemon Professors of the world barely understood the concept, and he wasn't even sure his own explanation was completely accurate.

It was unheard of information for Brock, especially since his field was that of breeding. Maintaining their health and diet was different for breeding than it was training them for battle.

"That could pose a problem if any damage received here transcends the dream world and affects the real world."

Then there's other possibilities of being stuck in dreams that weren't your own. Did that mean his own body would be stuck in a coma?

"I don't recall how I entered your subconscious, I wonder if others are experiencing the same thing we are?"

Mewtwo's only seemed more likely because he was a psychic pokemon.

"There are others in this dream, yes. I have kept you each separate, to avoid confusion. While this sort of thing is rare, it is not unheard of in our own world. The pokemon Munna and Musharna both have the capacity to enter shared dreams. In this place, I am in complete control. You will be safe until I wake, and your consciousness will be returned to your body in that event."

"So what do we do until then?"

Since they were cemented here until Mewtwo's recovery.

Mewtwo said nothing for a moment before a table and chair appeared in front of Brock, a deck of simple playing cards on it. Have fun with Solitaire.

"You're kidding right?" He wasn't going to play solitaire you mean cat!

[Perhaps it was one telepath recognizing the distress of another, perhaps it was a twist this place decided to take, in any case Bridget formed from the last remaining bits of light to float in the darkness around them. She had seen the bits of dream-memory before and yet remained relaxed.]

It's alright, it's only a dream. Mehw-tu? Is that your name?" Bridget drew a bit closer with unprotected curiosity and a hint of her original accent. I'm here if you need me. I'm Bridget.

I am well aware it's a dream. ...And he cannot hear you.

[The voice will be coming from high above Bridget, where he will be floating, eyes locked on his former self.]

[She turned towards the adult version and crossed her arms. So there he was.]

Since you already know that, why not do something about it? Or are you just going to wallow in this?

Because I cannot simply force myself awake.

[Her look was met with a glare just as intense as hers.]

Sleep for my kind is nothing like sleep for humans. Not that I would expect one of your kind to know, or care for that matter.

[Excuse him, but having another psychic in his head was... mildly disconcerting.]

This wasn't the same as the last time she'd found herself in one of these dreams. Last time, she'd been able to act, to change things but this time... this time Megumi was only an observer. She was powerless to stop anything going on and her voice went unheard even when she called out to the man in orange to stop when the infant Mewtwo collapsed. She could only watch as the others disappeared as well.

When it was all over, Megumi floated in the void left behind, eyes locked on the baby version of Mewtwo. Her hands were clasped over her mouth and there were tears in her eyes.

"That's terrible...."

"Save your pity, human. I do not need it."

Of course he's glaring down at Megumi from on high, looking to be as condescending as possible. The last thing he wanted right now was to show any sort of weakness to her. There was just... something about her that put him on edge. Nobody should be that... friendly.

Megumi gasped slightly in surprise at Mewtwo's voice and spun around to find him hovering up above her. But if he was up there then this wasn't just a dream... something else? A memory?

"Even if you say that." She turned back to the scene still playing out, and her voice shook a little, and the tears still brimmed in her eyes. "Something like this... is this really what happened to you?"

It wasn't pity, and if Mewtwo were to scan the emotions coming off of her they would likely be proof enough. It wasn't pity at all.

She was sad for him. Truly, sincerely, sad.

Edited 2014-05-12 00:56 (UTC)

"It is."

Oh, Mewtwo was well aware of the sincerity, and honestly that's part of what bothered him. She knew nothing about him, and yet she still felt this sincere? Even Ash had been skeptical when they first met, but only in the defense of his pokemon. Ash had earned that sincerity. Megumi hadn't.

"And my first act in life was to extinguish the lives of those that created me."

The scene warped and twisted, now showing a larger Mewtwo standing amongst an island of wreckage and flame, no life on the island that had served as his birthplace.

It was true that Megumi could be more than a little naive. She wanted to believe in the best in people, wanted to believe in a world where they could be happy and above all she believed that that world could exist. It was simply who she was. That's all.

But naivete shouldn't be mistaken for ignorance. She knew full well that evil existed in the world. It was almost commonplace where she came from. A whole world under attack by beings that existed only to spread unhappiness and misfortune for its own sake.

Still, even if she was aware that such things existed it remained something she simply couldn't understand.

"Why...?" She managed as she stared at the destruction around her, before turning to face the current Mewtwo again. "Why would you do that? Weren't they trying to keep that girl alive too?"

As if to answer her question, Mewtwo's form shimmered slightly as a helicopter passed through him - a nice little trick with perspective making Mewtwo look even farther in the distance and a lot bigger. The helicopter landed and the orange-clad man stepped from it, and began talking to the other Mewtwo, though no sound could be heard.

"That man is known as Giovanni. In a sense, he is my father. He created me with a singular purpose; to be a weapon to bring the world to its knees before him. Whatever motives the scientists had for conducting the experiments were irrelevant. My destructive power was all that was necessary. It only seemed fitting that my first act in life as a weapon, was the destruction of others."

If Megumi were psychic herself, she'd easily see through the sack of crap Mewtwo was hiding behind, but it was a very well practiced lie to those unfamiliar with him and that held no psychic potential.

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The trick with the helicopter achieved its desired effect and Megumi even shrank back a little bit as Mewtwo suddenly appeared much larger. If Mewtwo's goal had been to inspire some of that skepticism in her or to put a little fear in her... well, that and the previous scene of destruction had done just said.

Giovanni. The man in the suit had a name. So, that was why he'd ordered the scientists to continue even when it put that girl's life in danger... so he could create his weapon. Except... was that all Mewtwo really was?

As frightening as everything she had seen was, there was still something else beneath it all, something that still held onto that hope. Even as Mewtwo's adult image loomed over her, there was still that other one. The one that had flown through the air with his friends, and shed tears when he lost them.

"That isn't true." She said quietly, swallowing hard and turning her gaze back toward him. "That wasn't... the first thing you did."

"The memory you saw, while chronologically occurring in my infancy, was buried under sedatives and mental conditioning. I did not remember any of it until years after the fact. As far as I am concerned, it was not a part of me until then."

He waves one arm, wiping Giovanni from the scene. If only it were so easy to be rid of the man and his influence for good...

It was still a little strange, how quickly these dream worlds could change, but she was getting used to. So she just shook her head slowly, hanging suspended in a void again.

"Even if you didn't remember... I think that girl and those Pokemon were always part of you." And despite everything, she smiled again, still determined to believe that this Pokemon was more than the weapon he argued he was made to be. "If they weren't then I don't think you would have cared about the Pokemon here and you wouldn't have helped me understand Cyn-Cyn more."

"I respect and care for every pokemon. However, I would sooner kill a human than submit to them."

That ought to sum up his feelings toward humans rather succinctly. Let's see Megumi pull that through her rose-colored lenses.

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Mewtwo's nightmare

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First Detective Mewtwo, and now Mewtwo in a suit :D

Actually disguise!Mewtwo and high school!Mewtwo. Now have Don!Mewtwo for no reason.

PFfht XD

That one is actually based on the web series "There Will Be Brawl" if you haven't heard of it.

I haven't :o

It's Super Smash Brothers done in the style of The Godfather. It's freaking brilliant.

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It's flipping brilliant. King Dedede, Mewtwo, Bowser, and Ganondorf run competing Mafias. :3

OMG XD

I pinged ya in a plurk with links to the show. It's seriously amazing.

I cleeked them~!

Good, good~ /finger steeple of plottiness

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Forgive the icons. She hasn't really sadfaced at anything yet.

Leave it to Mewtwo to bring sad to the incurably happy.

Damnit, Mewtwo!

:3

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