"Experiment no. 151 proved to be unsuccessful."
The area was pitch-black, darkness blanketing the presence of the seemingly large building — or the expansion of an empty and deserted space.
The hoarse voice that bounced back and forth this place was cold and scary, like roars of predators that might gobble you up in one bloody chomp. Well, everything this place had was horrifying, no adjectives or such needed.
"And so?"
The second voice that came out was probably from a radio, contained in a small space to make that sound that mixed with static. It didn't look like the person that the voice belonged to was merry either, but it didn't seem to intimidate the first croaky one.
A sharp flick could be heard, but anyone could be unsure where it came from; you could hear it in all directions. Dim orange lights switched on, quite bright enough to illuminate the spacious marble room the two voices were in.
A man in a lab coat paced around the emerald shaded floor, making the noisy footsteps coming from the sturdy one-inch heel of his leather black shoes. the unusual make-up of his hair was like a grey cloud, dark yet cotton-like. His round spectacles had no frame, yet it somehow concealed his eyes. He held an old yellowed folder with his left hand.
"I have found a far more effective subject." The scientist replied curtly, speaking to no one in particular. After his response, it took a few moments of consideration before the latter voice replied.
"Very well. Who is the subject in question?" The second voice still could not be seen, whether in the form of even the oldest phone or in the form of a very short midget.
"It is foreign — from Hoenn, actually — but I have found one of its kind in Johto, sir." He remained serious, with a bit of remorse for what he was doing.
"Cut it straight, old man. What's the name of your pathetic lab rat!?" The voice was stronger now, somehow making the scientist cover his ears as he cringed and blinked for more than a moment.
"Mrm, L- Latias, sir," he stammered, ears stinging from some kind of static residue from some...somewhere. "Well, uh, I need it, for something with a Gyaradosite Stone I found recently. It'll be all Team Rocket's worth, I can assure you that."
"How come you are not requiring a Gyarados? It's called Gyaradosite for a reason."
"Trust me, sir, with a little genetic twinges here and there, it's a little different than what you're envisioning. But, what I am envisioning is far more deeper than what you'd regularly think." He said, smirking. He opened the folder, revealing an early sketch of what seemed to be a too much of a fantasy to be a real Pokemon. It was sketched pretty lightly, and erasures were visible here and there. A small text is neatly typewritten under the drawing:
"No. 380."
At this, the scientist grinned.
"Very deep indeed."
