This is a prologue to a collab fic with me and TheGamingMonkey! So, there!
Yeah! Also, we need a better title. Please PM us if you have one.
Prologue
It was a new moon, the sky dark, stars shining dimly, making the forest appear foreboding and menacing. Not a single pokemon was in sight, either hiding or asleep, probably for a good cause. After all, the night was dangerous, where the darkest of creatures lurk. Even worse was its past, though... Let's not get off track, no?
If a traveler were to walk farther into the forest, they would find a old, abandoned-appearing building. It gave off an odd feeling, making someone freeze or perhaps just turn and walk away. As if it were a deep, dark cave, full of things from nightmares.
And that is was.
Inside the building were men, women, all dressed in a robotic suit of sorts. A belt of pokeballs all hung from their sides. They all had an air of nervousness around them, as if they didn't want to be there.
They appeared to be guarding a door, which they were. A thick, pure-steel door, with circuits racing through the door. Near the left of the door was a circular indent, like a scanner. If one were to make it past the guards and somehow manage to open the door, the door would open in half, and you could just walk in.
Inside that door were a team of scientists, frantically pressing buttons and writing down results. Behind them was a tube, a rather large tube, full of a sickly orange liquid, as if you were to give a child two crayons and tell them to make a new color.
It appeared to be thick, like someone filled it up with a mixture of old sewer water and molasses, inside of it was a rather large seed, or at least what appeared to be a seed.
It was black, black as night, with lighter green hexagons, with smaller white hexagons sitting atop those. There was a crack in the side of it, with tubes connecting to it, delivering a murky liquid into the egg. Small white hexagons fluttered off of them, just floating down for a bit and then dissolving. Whatever was in the tube seemed to be rather acidic, considering piecing of the egg/seed would simply dissolve away, albeit slowly.
"How are the tests going, Jonathan?" a man asked, long lavender hair tumbling down his back, red suit worn perfectly. He didn't look as if he had belonged there, his voice smooth and yet classy. An envelope was in his hand.
A scientist turned around, his dark brown hair a mess, his glasses tilted to the side and his lab coat a mess. He appeared to be very tired, but that was Jonathan's thing. He took the envelope out of the out-of-place man's hand, looking at it. He read the front of the envelope, a jumble of letters. 'MPWMC, MZ FRFFJIW.' It was confusing, but so was his boss. Was it another message?
"It's going well, sir," was his reply as he fixed his glasses and smoothed out his coat, as if to make himself presentable.
A dark chuckle came from the out-of-place man, his ruby eyes gleaming, his hand flicking back and forth, once every five seconds.
"He will awaken soon, you know."
"Good. Project Z is under way."