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A Mewtwo’s Beginnings

Nearly 400 hours. That’s how long Christopher had spent in playing Pokemon Scarlet and Violet collectively. He was what most people would call a Pokemon completionist, a die hard fan who’s played extensively since the original Red/Blue/Green releases. Owned every copy, and completed each iteration of the franchise.


His latest passion was in the competitive scene of the game. Usually one to prefer the casual scene, he found the challenge of other players to be invigorating as the playing field was constantly shifting. New strategies were formulated to counter specific Pokemon, specific skills as well as different held items that were necessary for different situations.


Competitions were always evolving, and his passion for the games didn’t simply stop at just the video games. Christopher also dabbled in the card games and watched a number of the anime, of which he enjoyed right up until the end of the 4th generation. Everything else he watched simply to keep in touch with the current trends of Pokemon.


What had been a personal hobby for him soon became an obsession. He’d caught all of the pokemon that could be caught in the base game, and was just beginning to download and install the expansion content to further enhance his experience when a sudden rumbling outside caught his attention.


He looked out of the window of his second story apartment and saw not a spec of rain. Yet thunder roared in the distance, as did a few lightning spouts that only had him imagining that Raikou was in the area, creating a storm when there was no rain to accompany it. But then he always had such imaginations considering his affinity for the Pokemon world.


Sometimes he even wondered what it would be like to actually live and experience the adventures that a trainer typically encounters in such a world. The dangers, the perils. The encounters with the various Team organizations that are up to nothing but no good for the universe. But the team that’s always caught his attention more than any other was Team Rocket.


The original team that actually had an intimidating presence about them. And their leader, Giovanni was no pushover. A Crime lord with a penchant for Rare Pokemon and a recognized Gym officiant, it was the perfect cover, and one that as far as Christopher knew from his consumption of various media, the public at large never really knew that it was Giovanni that pulled the strings. Though the team had lost momentum after their boss retired, they were still very much a threat.


If he could convince a powerful Pokemon such as Mewtwo to join their ranks then there was something to say about his negotiating power and the powers of persuasion he possessed. Sure, Mewtwo did eventually break out, and then set out on his own adventure of self discovery, but that was well after the crime lord had their fair use of him.


Christopher could go off for hours about this kind of thing, and if his friends weren’t busy with various work or school related projects he’d probably talk their ears off, but he had more free time on his hands than most which attributed to his high playtime.


His download was just about to near it’s completion. He looked at his televisions screen to see the bar steadily filling up with only a few percentages left when a bright flash of lightning flooded his windows surface, filling the room with nothing but a bright neon yellow before the power abruptly cut off and he was left alone in the dark room.


His Switch remained powered on, though when he reached towards the dock to pick up the device, it warned him that an error had occurred while trying to apply the newest patch. But what was even more bizzare was how whenever he tried to press a button to log into the game it just refused to boot up the file. All that would happen is the icon wobbling in place before settling back in place. Did the power corrupt the save file? But then…If it did then he’d still at least be able to boot up the game without a problem…He’d just have to start a new save.


But that’s not what was going on here. Frustrated, he set the Switch back in the dock and muttered under his breath a few curses. “I’ll call the company about it tomorrow. This is just too much for one night.”


Reluctantly, he kind of felt his way back towards his bed on the other end of the apartment, with only that of his cell phone to provide any sort of illumination. But the moment he did reach the bed, he promptly flopped over its surface as another round of thunder rumbled through the area, followed by the first few rain droplets that he could vaguely hear beating down on his windows.


With an explosive exhale, Christopher shut his eyes to the sound of the rain patter and thunder to help lull himself into sleep. He could worry about his strange failure in his Switch tomorrow, but with the lights off and phone service off for the time being he’d have to worry about that later. For now…Sleep slowly crept in and pulled him away from his worries.


*


The next morning was supposed to be uneventful. Nothing but a mundane call to the Pokemon company to resolve his problems to the Switch, but instead he woke up to the feeling of weightlessness. And some sort of connected devices running down along his neck and shoulders. None of it hurt, but he definitely didn’t feel right.


When he opened his eyes, he would find himself floating in a giant tank with purple-ish fluid around him. A pair of researchers were by his pod, gazing at him with what he could only describe as awe, or admiration. But what was there for HIM to be admired for? And why was he in a tank? Did something happen in the middle of the night that required him to be sent to such a weird place?


Christopher didn’t understand a bit of this. Was he still in a dream? He’d turn his head towards another tank in the room and his eyes suddenly bugged out. What was within it had him questioning if he was awake or still asleep, but right now all of his senses were screaming at him that he was not hallucinating this. Within a few of the tanks similar to his own, were Pokemon, ACTUAL Pokemon resting within the tanks, asleep judging by their curled up positions. But the one that gave him the most intrigue was a Nidoking who looked as though their sheer girth was about to break the pod they had been placed into.


“Fascinating. It’s awake!” One of the Researchers quickly approached your pod, their smile broad, but behind that façade Christopher couldn’t help but feel a little unnerved. As though he were being looked at but not really acknowledged as his own being, rather their own intrigue at whatever it was he WAS.


{Where am I…?}


The researcher’s smile never diminished, before he put one hand on the tank their new test subject was suspended within. “You my friend are in the heart of Team Rocket’s research laboratory! Psychic communication…How fascinating!”


Telepathy?! All Christopher did was think to himself about his current situation. He was so confused and wanted to know where he was, but this…researcher had crept into his mind and taken his private thought. Those tubes! Maybe that was the cause.


{You’re invading the sanctity of my own thoughts. Get out!}


“I assure you, I’m not doing anything. You’re doing all of this on your own.” The researcher added. His smile did drop, but only by a few millimeters. Why Christopher was able to pick up on such a minor and subtle shift in the man’s facial expression was a question. “You seem unable to control your psychic power. Perhaps this is because you were just recently created. But I can see the confusion in your eyes so I will explain.”


The man coughed once into a balled up fist before extending his arms outwardly, almost as though he were welcoming Christopher to embrace him from the other side of the tank. “YOU. You my friend are a breakthrough in Team Rockets technological division. You are the SECOND of your species known as MEWTWO.”


{MEWTWO?! But…The Mewtwo I’m aware of was created on an Island and made a deal with Giovanni…}


“Yes. That’s correct. A team of researchers who’d been funded by Team Rocket had successfully used a strand of Mew’s DNA to create your predecessor. And for awhile, he and Giovanni had a mutual agreement. But then one day, Mewtwo fled the scene, and we’ve been unable to find his whereabouts. For YEARS we looked, until we chanced upon another piece of Mew’s DNA. A small strand of hair, with which we used to replicate the process of cloning. And that my friend, brings us to here.”


So he’d become a clone! Or maybe the clone of a clone…Either Mew or Mewtwo could have been the unwitting donor. But that didn’t explain the tubing along his back. But he did lift up a single arm to see purplish skin, thinner than what he was comfortable with, and a three digit hand. Each finger being considerably thick and rounded. But as he looked down, to see his abdomen, he could see that his stomach was not the usual purple coloration of a Mewtwo’s but rather green.


He was SHINY.


“Judging by the look in your eyes you can see it. Yes your color is an abnormality…But as there are only two of your species in this world we are unable to confirm if your change in color palette is due to our meddling or if you are simply a rare genetic mutation. Either way, I am looking forward to getting to know how you operate. Do you have any sort of name you would like to go by?”


He didn’t want to answer that. Or rather he was so enamored in the fact right now, he was sitting in a tank, and partially curled up as a MEWTWO of all things. The question hadn’t even registered to him due to his mind trying to keep up with his current reality. Reborn as a Mewtwo, but…That shouldn’t be happening. He definitely didn’t get hit by a truck, or suffer any sort of trauma that would cause him to be transported to another world.


And it wasn’t like Mystery Dungeon, where a human would be transformed into a pokemon and spirited away into that world. {I’d at least have the recollection that I’d been transported!}


“Hmm…You must be in shock. For now, rest. You can get acclimated to your powers later. Giovanni will be expecting a promising report in a few days so please do behave.”


The researcher promptly walked to Chrisopher’s right and soon exited the newly formed Mewtwo’s thoughts completely. He had…He’d become a pokemon! And not just any Pokemon, but one of the most powerful of all. He held supreme power that could rival even most of the legendary pokemon in existence. But he couldn’t do anything about it in these testing chambers. He needed to get the tubes out of his body, and to get out of this tank.


But this place was so heavily guarded he’d be recaptured faster than he could say Pokeball. He could BLITZ his way out, like his predecessor did, but having no control over his psychic power would make that very difficult. For now he might just need to play along. Long enough that they would teach him some of the basics, and THEN he would make his move.


*


The next couple of days, the researcher came to his pod. Teaching him of different Psychic Pokemon, and occasionally releasing him from the pod, albeit the tubes would remain connected. The man’s reasoning was that they were psychic suppressors to keep him from blowing the whole place up. A believable lie…considering the previous Mewtwo blew up an entire research facility upon his inception.


The tests started out simple enough. They would put him under physical therapy first, so that he could get used to walking on two toed limbs. They were strong, and from Christopher’s mindset, surprisingly thick around the thigh areas, but because his anatomy was wholly different compared to a human, his process was slow. An hour each day was dedicated to such physical training until he would be comfortable in his new body.


Spoon bending was another daily. The researcher would hold out a spoon in hand and have Christopher focus on it above all else. At first, the spoon did not bend, but after a few attempts it was beginning to curve under the weight of his psychic power.


He was also encouraged to continue telepathic communication. As physically, Mewtwo were mute by nature so  he’d need to get used to projecting his thoughts onto others, while also keeping those thoughts exclusive to only those he were intending them for. It was…in Christopher’s mindset, the most interesting portion of his training, as it had him wondering if he might be able to use that power to implement suggestions into his targets. It was something he’d have to be very careful with, but that might be the key to him escaping this research facility and getting out to live his own life.


On day 5, he’d been trained on how to levitate objects with his psychokinesis. At first, he would lift up a table and it would be sent flying into the ceiling and splinter into several fragments. But…After day 7, he could lift up not just one, but three objects and keep them from flying off and smashing other objects.


{They weren’t kidding…Mewtwo’s power is intense. If I don’t focus 100 percent on whatever I’m using my powers on, I could seriously hurt or even kill someone…How did he do it way back then?}


After a week had passed, the tubes were finally removed from his back and he’d been afforded a little extra breathing room. With his powers now in a more manageable state, the team was fine with giving him a little more leeway. Some freedoms they previously wouldn’t have even considered, but he’d played the role of a willing and obedient test subject for them for this long. He didn’t show any outward signs of wanting to escape.


Christopher was beginning to walk into one of the break rooms of the research facility when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Nobody, as of yet had been even remotely willing to put so much as a finger on him this whole time, but when they did he realized just who it was that had caught his attention. Their hair was slicked back, wearing a black suit with a red R logo on the left breast pocket. From their sharp eyes, he could gather just who it was and their blood ran cold.


“They’re letting you roam about my research facility without a leash? Pretty bold of them. And bold of you.”


Christopher knew just from the eye contact that this man was dangerous. He had intellect that other team leaders lacked, the Charisma that Chris could find himself drawn to simply by the sound of his voice, but I could also tell that he was a cutthroat man that would stop at nothing to have the worlds strongest.


{He seeks to control me. My not being under lock and key worries him.}


There should be no fear. By law of nature, Christopher was stronger than Giovanni. But if he was taken in by their lies then it would be done. He had to remember that. Remember that Giovanni is a master manipulator. But he couldn’t remain quiet either. Silence implies submission here. Or of secrets that would only make Giovanni even more unwary. Until he got out, he’d have to play by their games.


{They are teaching me how to use my power. They’ve treated me well and I am returning that trust.}


“Hmph.” Giovanni didn’t know what to think about that. The voice that came into his mind reminded him of his previous failure. Of the one that betrayed him. And the one whom ultimately ruined his perfect win streak in the Veridian City gym. This one was different. There was more indifference in them compared to their predecessor.


“Just don’t forget that in the end, that control is to be used for me. Team Rocket gave you life and we expect you to return that debt to us by working for our cause.”


Christopher’s eyes narrowed at the implication Giovanni was making and shot back. {I owe no debts to you human. The debt I owe are to the researchers whom took the time to teach me the fundamentals. If you want me to be indebted to you, then you’d better show me why you’re deserving of it.}


“That’s quite a mouth you’ve got there. Just who do you think signs the paychecks for those researchers you say you owe? They owe me and in turn you owe them. So return that favor by doing as you are told. A Pokemon, even one as powerful as you, serve their purpose best when they are obeying their masters.”


The nerve of this man. He believes that he holds any sort of power over a Pokemon like Mewtwo. Considers himself their superior! It was no wonder the original Mewtwo revolted. It was taking everything that Christopher had just to keep from using his psychic power to yeet Giovanni out of this building and into the stratosphere. But he clenched his fists and bore with that talk. He had to. His opportunity…his CHANCE to get free was drawing near.


When he said nothing, Giovanni took it as quiet obedience and walked away from the scene, both hands withdrawing into his pockets as his stride gave off an air of superiority. One that left Christopher ready to leave all the more.


{If I get my hands on you…I’ll make sure to ensure your end is painfully slow…But I have to get out of here. Staying here, despite my great power is far too risky…}


*


12 days have elapsed since his rebirth. He’d steadily grown in strength and stability in his power, though every now and then when he lost his concentration he’d cause an incident or two in a snapped chair or a couple of grunts being sent spiraling around him.


One of the Researchers, the one whom gave him that creepy smile from the day he woke up became his most common point of contact. And the one whom he frequently practiced his telepathy on. {It’s been nearly  two weeks. And now speaking this way feels almost natural. And how are you feeling?}


“How am I? How unusual for you to ask. You are the subject, I should be asking you about your current physical and mental health.”


{I’m asking for a good reason.}


Christopher reached over and placed his hands over the man’s shoulders and looked them in their eyes, maintaining contact as he probed into their mind as they conversed. {I need your help with something. And it’s something only you can help me with.}


“Something…only I…can help with? How? You know I can’t do a whole lot without approva-“


{Yes. Yes you can.} Christopher drilled into their head. Trying to remove the notion that they could not help him. {Just give me a map. It doesn’t have to be a detailed map. Just a map of the region.}


“A map…Of the region…?” The man couldn’t understand the reason behind this Mewtwo wanting a map. It’d to him no good when he’s holed in this research facility, especially as they had no way of knowing if they were above or below ground! “Why…? I’m afraid I don’t…-“

{You don’t need to understand.}

Christoper continued, his eyes never breaking contact as he worked on inserting his own thoughts into the man. Not so much words, but images, as if to make his own plans their own through hypnosis. His eyes even glowing as he began to force his way into this man who’d become the closest thing to a friend this past week and a half.

{Just. Bring. Me. A. Map. Understand human?}

Human…The fact Christopher used that term so casually…Had he already just accepted that he was no longer one of them? He didn’t know when he started viewing them as different…But the way he was just…imposing his wishes on this human, he was having to remind himself that he did not want to be a tyrant and this was all so that he could be free. He’d release his control over this man once he was out of here.


It worked, to say the least. The human researcher, once his grasp had been removed from their shoulders was quick to search for a map. He didn’t have to wait longer than 2 or 3 minutes before they arrived and unrolled the map over an operators table. One Christopher had the displeasure of being subject to a few times.


{Kanto. That’s about what I expected…Okay…Where are WE currently?}


“That…would be…” The human reached a finger out and placed it over an island just off the coast of Cinnibar. “An island here, between Cinnibar and the Seafoam islands. Like I told you…It would be impossible to escape.”


{Not if I teleport out of here human.}


“Teleport?!” A quick glare from Christopher was enough for the researcher to put his hands on his mouth before whispering in a hushed tone. “You only just barely understand the mechanics of your body…If you were to let me train you for another month-“


{No! By then, Giovanni will be ready to claim me personally. And if I keep you under my control for a whole month you may never be able to return to the way you were. I’m not going to risk turning you into a zombie just because it would make my escape easier…}


“But if you were to teleport in the middle of the ocean…”


{I’ve played enough gen 1 and it’s remakes to know how this works. Don’t worry. Once I’m gone though, you’ll be in a bit of trouble…Would you like to come along with me?}


“No.” The Researcher answered in a somber tone. He was under Christopher’s influence, but still maintained some of his own decisions. “My place is here. And someone needs to cover your trail when you are gone.”


That caught the young (For this world) Mewtwo by surprise. He didn’t know if his influence would continue even after he was gone. {Very well…If you ever need me then, just call out for me. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten your name though.}


The human was about to speak up, as if he could have sworn he told the Mewtwo his name until he realized…None of them really did. “We were informed by Giovanni not to give out our names to you. To avoid attachment or loyalty issues when he comes to take you after your training's been complete.”


{I don’t care about any of that. Just…Name human. Give me a name.} He looked into their eyes, his hypnotic trance once again peering into the man’s very soul as if to grab the answer right out of him. {You already know me as Mewtwo. But I do not know what your name is.}


“It’s…” The human could not resist the pull of the Mewtwo’s eyes, as if it could remove his very soul from his body. Out of a need of compliance he spoke softly. “It’s Nester. You can call me Nester…”


{Nester…} Christopher felt bad having had to draw it out of them. To have used his learned hypnosis to get it. It felt as though he had just violated the man’s personal space…His one inner sanctum that even his boss could not penetrate. And here he had been, this whole time, subtly inserting himself with each psychic interaction he had with them to make this happen. He felt as though he’d taken a piece of the man out to put himself in.


{Thank you. For everything really. And I’m sorry for my intrusions. If you find yourself hating me for all of this then I understand-}


“Actually. I’ve learned a lot from your meddling.” Nester grinned from ear to ear. That same eerie smile that haunted me from the first day in my stasis tank. “We knew that from prior experience with the last Mewtwo that your psychic power would be impressive indeed. But we could never have anticipated the power of hypnotic suggestion in your genes.”


{You…knew?}


“Not at first. But your admittance confirmed my suspicions. I’ve been having thoughts that up until a few weeks ago I never would have even entertained. And yet, these past…10 days? Ever since I’ve been helping you practice your telepathy, my daily routine have been changing ever so subtly, and the attention I’ve been giving towards you specifically compared to other test subject? I had the feeling you were guiding me. And it’s been a real learning experience.”


Christopher didn’t know what to think. This man, he had been toying with their mind, making them steadily obedient to him and yet…they found the whole thing educational. There was no malice in Nester's mind, or the Mewtwo that Christopher had become would have sensed it.


“I’ll give you my word. I won’t tell the others about this. I’ll keep your powers of persuasion and hypnosis a secret long after you’re gone. I only ask that you remember me, and if we ever meet again, you give me more to chew on and learn from.”


Christopher shook his head as a smirk came over his own muzzle. This doc was crazy. They were literally ASKING him to brainwash them again should they meet. {You’re an odd one. Very well. I’ll hold you to that! But you should know by then I may grow proficient enough for complete control. You wanna risk that?}


Nester scoffed and waved a hand dismissively and gestured to the map. Pointing towards Vermilion City. “If you do, then that in itself will be the ultimate learning experience. But for now go here. There’s a Pokemon professor there that set up shop there a few months ago. If anyone can help you further in improving your psychic power it’ll be them. They may also be able to figure out a way to keep you under the radar.”


{Under?}


“You will have a huge target on your back once people realize there is a wild Mewtwo out for the taking…So you’ll need to find a way to avoid that setback. You’ll be free, but you’ll always be a sought after prize for trainers everywhere.”


That didn’t even cross Christopher’s mind. But they were right. Mewtwo were a rare species and only really formed in labs that have collected samples of Mew. That made his population not only endangered, but the biggest of prizes. And he was a SHINY, so that made him even more of a precious commodity to many a trainer. That wouldn’t do…Maybe…


{I have an idea. But I’ll need to get out of here first. You said Viridian City right?}


“VerMILLION City. The one near the ocean.”


{Right sorry!} That was a very common mistake for Chris. He would often mistake the names of Viridian and Vermilion city so much that it wasn’t funny. He double checked where Nester pointed at the map before taking one long deep breath. {I’ll be seeing you Nester. Call me if you need me!}


The researcher almost looked sad to see Christopher go. But he gave the Mewtwo a wave of his hand as he took a few steps back so not to get pulled in with them as they made their departure. A bright spark of light began to envelope the shiny Mewtwo, and just as he was ready to make his leave he offered one final goodbye.


But before he could teleport, his entire body seemed to have a whole other idea, as it suddenly propelled him forward in an explosive blast rocketing right out of the lab facility!! The speed of his trajectory was such that he didn't even have time to process what was happening to himself, only that he was moving at astounding speed out of the rockets hideout. Leaving behind a huge mess of rubble and broken equipment where he'd once stood and even incinerating the map that'd been laid out for him by the human researcher he'd hypnotized into compliance.


“You're...gonna need more training out there...BUT you were a good research subject.” Nester muttered quietly. He did feel as though something were missing deep in his mind, and found he was already missing the Mewtwo’s subtle influence on them. “I hope we meet again one day.”


The man's eyes shut as he felt the Mewtwo's presence leaving his mind, but it did not change the fact that he still felt as he did. He'd want to meet them again and feel their influence, but for now he had to do his part and throw the others off his trail.


“Saffron...He started flying towards Saffron City” He coughed into his sleeve as others ran towards the sight of damage in the lab. His own coat being coated in dirt and debris.  The lie, while very deliberate would at least make sense in the eyes of other researchers, with it being a city of psychics. They'd fit right on in there, but fitting in THAT way was not what his friend needed.


{It's up to you now.}


*


For Christopher, everything was a big blur! He wasn't even sure if he was going to the right place. Only following his bodies own instinct in trusting that it would get him to the right place! His thoughts racing to different things. Ranging from “What will people think if they see me?” “Will anyone get hurt?” And- “How do I stop myself?!?”


Thankfully the first two questions would be answered relatively quickly. While most of his world was a blur, he did recognize the faint landscape from Lets go and Fire Red of Route 6. No trainers were present far as his peripheral vision could see but he worried about the pokemon down below. {Please don't hit anyone...crap crap crap!”


He couldn't stop is descent and crashed into a patch of tall grass, leaving a heavy rumbling that shook the surrounding landscape and startled many a pokemon as he laid sprawled out in the grass, consciousness fading and his whole world going dark.


It was a good 15 or 30 minutes before he finally came back into full awareness. His whole body ached and he had a killer migraine. That was to be expected though. He intended to teleport but used WAY too much Psychic power in the process. With a small grumble he began to push himself up onto his feet opnly to immediately bring his paws towards his face to avoid the glare of the sun. His first contact with it in almost 2 weeks. {The world used Sun Exposure…It’s super effective…!}


He joked, but the blindness wasn’t.  He had to rub his eyes and let them adjust for a solid minute before he could see anything before him. The tall grass that swayed in the gentle breeze, the colors vibrant and full of life compared to the dull white, blacks and greys of the research station he’d been living within. A singular Weedle crawled past one of his legs, looked his way for a second before passing by, not even giving him a second thought.


The second was a Nidorina, glancing his way only for a moment before a soft voice came from it. “Great. You scared off the prey I was chasing. Thanks a bunch…”


The way she said it, Christopher couldn’t help but grin, but it was one out of nervousness that he’d screwed up another mon’s meal time. But then he realized. {Wait…I can understand what you’re saying. Can you understand…me…?}


“What kind of question is that…?? We’re both Pokemon so of course I can! Look…Can you please just leave? I really need to grab a bite and your presence scared away all of my usual prey.”


That made sense. But she didn’t have to be so rude about it…Truth be told the human turned Mewtwo didn’t even know if he fit in the predator or prey category of the food chain. But his stomach knew that he needed to eat. He’d completely forgotten to grab a bite before his great escape. {I can’t exactly go back there for a quick lunch…I’ll need to forage now…}


{Oh right!} Christopher’s eyes brightened up as he walked closer towards the Nidorina. His very approach put her on edge and the look in her eyes told him she was worried he might prey on HER instead.


But what happened next, was far from the case as he brought his head close to hers, his eyes a little wide as he asked her in the most innocent tone he could {Do you…know where I can find the professor…?}


“First of all…Back up a foot please…” She put one of her paws to his muzzle and forcefully pushed him back. Then, once she realized she wasn’t about to become a Nidolunch, she calmed herself down enough to answer him. “If you mean Professor Volt…He lives in the city. You can get to it by going through that gate!”


{Uhm…Well you see. I can’t just WALK through that gate…Everyone will be looking at me…}


“Well you are an unusual Pokemon…We don’t see your kind around here so I can understand how you might draw in a lot of attention. But that’s a good thing! Drawing in a crowd means you’re the star of the show!”


After her proclamation she’d decided to strike a pose with her head held high. One that left the Mewtwo one parts dumbfounded, the rest however admired her fearlessness. But he didn’t know how to properly respond to that, or give her the answer she was looking for. {I just…I can’t be seen…But I need to get to the professor.}


Nidorina didn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to be in the spotlight, but she could see the urgency in his eyes. There was something there, fear maybe? But she could see he really did mean it when he said he can’t be seen. That made her all the more curious about who he really was though, and so she crept in a bit closer. THIS time she was the one going over her own boundaries and bringing her muzzle closer to his.


“I…don’t get why you want to remain hidden but I know a little tunnel we can take that might take you right past a majority of the city and get you straight to the professor. Want me to lead the way?”


{Yes. Since I don’t know any entrance to any tunnels.} But that wasn’t entirely true. The Diglett cave were infamous on Route 11 but that was not here. And the Underground Path would take him AWAY from his destination, but that wouldn’t help him get to where he wanted to go. Besides there were trainers in both paths so it wasn’t an option either. But none of the mainline Pokemon titles delved into the wild Pokemon’s lifestyles so it’d make sense there would be a few tunnels that he shouldn’t be aware of.


Wth an affirmative nod, Christopher gestured for the Nidorina to lead the way. Following her through a patch of tall grass hardly traversed considering the lack of foot prints or the grass that was more pristine and straightened compared to the rest of the field. In fact…When the Mewtwo started running the figures in his head, both by the Lets Go remake, and the other Generation 1 iterations, this patch of the grasslands in route 6 was outside of the games boundaries. In fact, where we were now technically was within the bounds of the wooded areas inaccessible to trainers.


{No wonder I wouldn’t have known about these tunnels…But the question is, will this really get me where I want to go…}


Ultimately he would have no choice but to trust the ground type Nido as she lead him further into what was uncharted territory for a typical Pokemon Red run. But the result was a little more than spectacular. Untouched patches of land that maintained the natural beauty without human development tainting its beauty. Shaded trees that offered a much cooler breeze for the many Pokemon that lived within it’s protective shelter, including a few he didn’t even think lived in Kanto.


But the real prize wasn’t in the rare Pokemon in this neck of the woods. Especially not when he was there. Wild Pokemon, not native to Kanto, such as Stantler, Ursaring, and even a few from overseas such as Oranguru would watch as he and the Nidorina rushed through some of the bush. What’s more was he could understand what they were saying.


“What a strange looking Pokemon…Is he a new Fighting type?”


“I don’t think so. It kind of looks like an older Mew. Did they grow up and stop pulling pranks on everyone now?”


“No…I heard from a Seviper there was a Mew yanking their tail the other day. If it’s the same one, that’s one big growth spurt!”


The conversation was so casual! Some of them were closer to the truth than they might have realized, but hearing the implication that Mew would pull on a Seviper’s tail got a snicker from Christopher, who imagined the little cat like Pokemon grabbing the bladed tip and then tossing them around like Mario to Bowser in Mario 64.


{Man…I’m really showing my age here. Or an age of a time long passed…}


But the Nidorina ignored all of their yammering. She didn’t look the least bit interested, and if anything the scowl on her face told Christopher that she was more annoyed than anything that none of them were looking her way instead.


{Err…Sorry. I’m not trying to draw attention to myself…}


“I know that. But now I’m seeing why you don’t want to be seen. If Pokemon are giving you this much attention I shudder at the humans. Now then…”


She dismissed him so quickly. Something told him she would much rather the attention be on her. With an attitude like that, he wondered if maybe she would work out as a Contestant for one of those Pokemon Contests. She definitely has the mindset for it. But he couldn’t think that she was actually that self centered. Not if she was willing to help him this far.


“Oh…! Here it is!”


They had to have walked a good mile and a half into the woods. Almost everything looked exactly the same to the Mewtwo, but the Female Nido was navigating the woods like a pro, pushing aside a pair of bushes to reveal a well dug tunnel about 3 feet in diameter, more than wide enough for him to squeeze through. But he had to wonder…


{Who made this? Humans don’t come this far down here, that’s for sure. So who…}


“Diglett mostly. But other Pokemon like Drilbur have had a hand in widening and expanding the path for Pokemon like us to get through.”


{Drilbur! To think there is even that species this far out…Man. I’m definitely not just having a dream about my adventures through any of the remakes…}


“Hey! Pay attention!” The Nidorina barked out, jumping at his face and nearly trying to claw at his muzzle but she just barely fell short due to their size difference. “Now…As I was saying…there’s about 5 or 6 tunnels after we clear this entryway…So I want you to stay close to me when we jump down there okay? Just stay close and I’ll make sure you get to where you want to go.”


A series of interconnected tunnels. That’ll be a problem on his own. Christopher completely intended to excuse the Nidorina and not get her involved further than she already was, but if it really was a maze below ground then he was going to need her. Whether he wanted to have her there or not. But…What would she actually say, if she were to hear the truth about why he was taking this much effort to find the professor…?


He shook those thoughts from his mind and crouched just above the tunnel entrance and took a breath as he started sliding his legs on through. {I’ll keep up. Just lead the way and I’ll be out of your hair. I promise.} But before he could even finish his speech she was actually crawling right on into the cavern that he was already waist deep into. The close proximity of their contact had him blushing brightly. He had no crotch, but she was rubbing up against the base of his tail where one WOULD be as she wedged her way through into the tunnel past him.


{H-Hey…! I don’t think we need to go THAT far you know...}


“What are you talking about? I know the way through the tunnel so you should have just let ME through first.” She answered in a half annoyed, tone that sounded as though she thought that was completely to be expected, before he felt a tug along his tail, pulling him the rest of the way into the tunnel with a rather cartoonish woosh that had him exiting the surface and hopefully…to the solution to his whole new problem.

(To be continued)