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by TabbieWolf
A Mewtwo Story
Chapter 1
The lab was dark. It had been for years, of course...the darkness was no different
than it had been the day before, the week before, the year before. But today the room
seemed to shudder-a simple shudder that all buildings tend to do as they get older-and
a bit of the dirt and grime that had built its way up on the windows crumbled to the
ground. Bright morning sunlight poured into the room, bouncing off the dust-covered
beakers and tubes and metal and glass.
It was an unexpected change to the daily routine the mewtwo followed. The
sunlight hit his face and stomach, warming them slightly. The pokémon rolled over,
pulling the trenchcoat he was sleeping on over him, hoping to ward off the light. He
finally opened his eyes and rolled back over to the position he was originally in, blinking
and adjusting to the brightness that had absorbed the old laboratory.
The mewtwo yawned and blinked some more, tempted to just lie down and go
back to sleep. But he decided against it. He stretched and got up, yawning once again.
There was no clock in the old laboratory, but it didn't matter. He knew it was early
morning. He sat, legs crossed, leaning against the wall, cursing the sunlight that had
woken him.
"I slept in the lab, didn't I?" the mewtwo muttered to himself, half-awake. He
didn't often sleep there. In fact, there was a room in the same building that he had set up
specifically for living in. But that night, he had chosen to sleep in the place where he
thought he had been created so many years ago.
The memories rushed into his head, and he immediately regretted having slept in
that place. He leaned his head against the wall, looking up at the ceiling. He closed his
eyes for a moment, images of the past and present were jumbled in his mind. He tried to
shut them out. With a sigh, he rose from his sitting position, picked up the trenchcoat,
and walked into the dark hallway.
by TabbieWolf
A Mewtwo Story
Chapter 1
The lab was dark. It had been for years, of course...the darkness was no different
than it had been the day before, the week before, the year before. But today the room
seemed to shudder-a simple shudder that all buildings tend to do as they get older-and
a bit of the dirt and grime that had built its way up on the windows crumbled to the
ground. Bright morning sunlight poured into the room, bouncing off the dust-covered
beakers and tubes and metal and glass.
It was an unexpected change to the daily routine the mewtwo followed. The
sunlight hit his face and stomach, warming them slightly. The pokémon rolled over,
pulling the trenchcoat he was sleeping on over him, hoping to ward off the light. He
finally opened his eyes and rolled back over to the position he was originally in, blinking
and adjusting to the brightness that had absorbed the old laboratory.
The mewtwo yawned and blinked some more, tempted to just lie down and go
back to sleep. But he decided against it. He stretched and got up, yawning once again.
There was no clock in the old laboratory, but it didn't matter. He knew it was early
morning. He sat, legs crossed, leaning against the wall, cursing the sunlight that had
woken him.
"I slept in the lab, didn't I?" the mewtwo muttered to himself, half-awake. He
didn't often sleep there. In fact, there was a room in the same building that he had set up
specifically for living in. But that night, he had chosen to sleep in the place where he
thought he had been created so many years ago.
The memories rushed into his head, and he immediately regretted having slept in
that place. He leaned his head against the wall, looking up at the ceiling. He closed his
eyes for a moment, images of the past and present were jumbled in his mind. He tried to
shut them out. With a sigh, he rose from his sitting position, picked up the trenchcoat,
and walked into the dark hallway.