A genetically enhanced genius, a reluctantly clumsy scientist, an infamous baby, a war veteran, and a young hero; out casted, exiled and alone. How did these once popular and admired people, who once were riding fame, end up thrown away like yesterdays news? What did that not do that others did, how did they fail?
He slowly opened his eyes, cradling himself in the fetal position, hardly breathing. Feeling as a stillborn would, cold and alone. Still deciding internally if death would be the better alternative over being seen as a freak, an unwanted mutant, the creature stayed still. The good doctor entered the laboratory, as slight hospital noises could be heard. However, this was not a hospital...
"Am I… alive?" the creature slowly muttered out, trying to focus.
The good doctor came up to the glass, and smiled. "You're awake? That's-a good!"
The doctor scurried over to a computer, rechecking vital signs. A sigh, and returned to the glass chamber, looking in on his specimen.
"You are most certainly alive! Wahoo!"
"Then why can I… barely move… or talk… or even think?"
The creature tried to move his hands, but nothing.
"You, as well as the others, are all in rejuvenation chambers. I'mma healing you! Wahoo!"
The creature's eyes widened, slowly darting back and forth, glancing at the room. To each side, three more glass chambers similar to his own were in a line, each holding inside another failure like himself. One contained a small boy, small enough to say was prematurely entered a war. His green clothes were tattered, his hair a mess. The two however had common ground, both were barely alive.
The doctor went in front of the chamber, and quickly scanned over the vital signs. "He will live."
Further down, another chamber contained a small electric rat. His red cheeks were burnt out, and its body literally burnt out from exerting such high amounts of electricity. A small bolt shape black tail wiggled slightly from behind, indicating the animal's lifeline was still intact. The doctor again checked its vital signs and said a quick "It will live" and walked on.
The final chamber contained beat up, physically destroyed young man, with fiery red hair. His clothes ripped apart, representing the harsh attack he took. The good doctor stopped longer on this one, and reanalyzed the man. "Oh Roy… Roy's our boy! That's what they said… Wahoo…"
The creature glared at the doctor, who seemed more like a pervert than a friend. "Who… who are you?" he rushed out.
"It's a me, Dr. Mario! Welcome! Young Link, Pichu and Roy are the ones who got hurt alongside you."
"And who… who am I?"
"You? You are Mewtwo"
"And… where…am I?"
"In my secret laboratory. Don't ask such foolish questions. You must-a rest! Wahoo!"
Mewtwo looked both at himself, seeing a bleach white body, covered in burses and scrapes.
"What… what happened to us?"
Dr. Mario gave a frown and walked up to Mewtwo's chamber. He put his hand on the glass, waiting for Mewtwo to put his hand on the glass also.
"You, why, you were defeated."