A/N: My life, in general, sucks.
An example of that is just now. You see, I'm a rather creative person, so it's natural for some people to be appalled at my work since I'm so young. Gosh. Well, that's not much of the point. You know when someone copies you, and then someone notices the alike-ness of both of your work, then the copier accuses you of copying when you didn't?
That happened to be. Four. Times.
I know I'm fabulous. You don't have to rub it in my face by copying exactly what I do.
I do have a warning here, there's gonna be swearing. I've warned you. This is strictly a T-rating for a reason, y'know.
(As much as I would like to, I was not the genius who created this pairing. That would be Yvonne-chan on Fanfiction. And Fanfiction as in here. Here as in what you are on right now.)
"Don't do it!"
"D'you think we're gonna listen to ya?!"
"Mm-hm!"
There was a sharp cry that sounded as if it could've been a young girl's. The yellow-furred mouse hesitantly opened her eyes, seeing through the blurry, sticky liquid that surrounded her. She could see humans. She could see many things. She could see that this was a lab.
Science lab equals to experiments.
Experiments equals to "you're not real".
Of course, the yellow-furred mouse didn't know that. She could see a faint, crimson logo printed against the wall. It was a fire rising over the mountains, it seemed as if.
Who are they?
Where am I?
...
Who am I?
"Failure," somebody sneered. Left, right—oh, it didn't matter, everything came in from all sides. Wanting to just cry or curl up on the ground, the yellow-furred mouse made no attempt to move. "A failure. What was our goal again, Hummer?"
"Um..." The familiar, young girl's voice rang out. "An evolution of Raichu. This is experiment B59. But—But you can't destroy her—"
"Just shut up, Hummer. You're not going to have a say in this. Dispose the failure!"
Failure? Are they talking about me?
The yellow-furred mouse heard screaming and smashing of buttons. Immediately, the liquid around her drained to nothing. She felt herself land on something solid, and tested her muscles before blinking in front of her.
A brunette girl in a lab coat, with the symbol she saw earlier imprinted on it, was screaming at her.
"Run, B59!"
B59?
...Is that me? B59?
The yellow-furred mouse assumed she was, and she squeezed her eyes closed and discharged something sparking within her. It shot a hole through the glass in front of her, shattering it. The mouse ran forward, through the room, into the hallway, speeding past every human who seemed to be there. Her fur felt damp, she felt tired, but somehow, she knew that girl was right. Those humans didn't seem friendly at all, they seemed as if she was nothing but a nuisance. She could only run, right now.
As she reached gigantic doors that opened automatically for her, the yellow-furred mouse shot through. Her feet landed on something green, squishy, and... well... um.
She felt something spin within her, and her own voice saying mechanically, 'Grass.'
A mechanical dictionary and internet of information stored within her so she knew how to live in life. The yellow-furred mouse grinned slightly, before shooting off in the field.
As her paws scurried over the thing calls grass, the yellow-furred mouse heard the voice replaying in her mind, an unintended recorder.
"Run, B59!"
...
From what? Life?
A/N: Her name is not B59, it's just a temporary name until the next chapter.