AN: Hello everyone! This is my first fanfic. After reading tons of other people's works something finally drove me to write my own. Other than that there's not much else to say. Leave a review, tell me the good and the bad things. Thanks for reading!
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"I can't believe this!" Mewtwo had just come back from a leisurely walk through the forest, only to find his home completely vandalized. He bent down and grabbed the single sheet of paper that had defiled the mouth of his cave. Looking it over he took note of the perfect handwriting and girlish swirls. Only one creature on this planet could write something so disgustingly perfect.
You are invited to Mew's birthday party!
For a great time with great friends
bring your invitation to the Ilex forest and be ready to have
the time of your life!
The party will be held at 7:00am three days from when you
recieve this invite.
See you there!
~Mew
"There's a party?" Mewtwo crumpled the paper in his hand. He couldn't believe this, why would someone leave this here? It was obviously left there to mock him, to inform him of a party
that he wasn't invited to. "That bastard..." He muttered. For some reason no one could see how much he was hurting inside. His pain stemming from the flimsy idea that he couldn't find his purpose in life or something. Why he worried so much about what his purpose is and not that he's basically a dirty hobo squatting in some cave however, is a mystery.
Suddenly Mewtwo spun around and with all his might angrily threw the balled up paper towards the forest. Instead of sailing into the bushes, the paper simply unfolded in the air and landed gently on the ground. In a fit of rage not unlike that a small child Mewtwo blasted the invite with a column of flame, which leapt from the paper onto a bush, which set a tree on fire, which started a small forest fire. "Dumbass..."
"WHAT!?" Mewtwo screamed over the crackling of the burning forest, "WHO SAID THAT!?"
A small, green, worm like creature crawled out of a burning bush scuttling away before he caught our hero's attention.
"You!" Mewtwo reached out to the Caterpie with a Psychic attack and levitated it into the air. "How dare you insult me? Do you know who I am!?" Mewtwo barked.
"I'm sorry! Don't hurt me!"
"Why would you even think of insulting the great Mewtwo?"
"Because you set the forest on fire, you asshole!" The Caterpie said, his demeanor completely changing from helpless to angry.
"Oh yeah." Mewtwo nonchalantly glanced at the inferno that was consuming the woods. "I suppose I'll have to put that out." He tossed the Caterpie into his cave and floated into the air. "Wait here." Mewtwo flew out of view of the bug leaving it dumbfounded at the fact that he could just start a forest fire and be so nonchalant about it.
"...So then I got home and saw the invitation outside of my cave! Can you believe that? Mew was sooo set on just stomping on my feelings he just left it there to mock me!" Mewtwo had just gotten back from from putting the forest out and he was dumping his frustrations onto the Caterpie he found earlier.
"It sounds to me that he just wants you at his party. Could you please put me down?"
"Sorry," Mewtwo put the Caterpie down. "But that's just what he wants me to think!"
"Putting me down?" The bug asked.
"No! That he wants me at his party, so I can show up and look like an idiot! Why else would he leave that invitation?" Mewtwo put his face in his hands. "I just don't know why he has to mock me all the time. You know what I mean?"
No answer.
Mewtwo looked to where he set the Caterpie down and saw that it was gone. It must have walked off while he was ranting. "And now I'm talking to myself again." He walked into his cave and picked up the MP3 he had stolen few days ago. "I need Linken Park..." Mewtwo plopped himself onto his makeshift bed and attempted to turn it on. Unlike the last time though, the screen flashed an empty battery symbol indicating that it was out of power. Mewtwo whimpered and dropped the music player, tears sliding down his face. Mewtwo felt his eyes getting heavy and decided to get some sleep. Pulling his blanket over himself he prepared to sleep, even though he was just going to spend the night crying like a bitch.
