Hey guys! Had this one sitting a long time; I couldn't think of a title! So I left it there for a bit more than a month. Have another Sonic story sitting too, but for other reasons.

Mew: Hurry up.

Lopunny: Shh!

Shut up, little stripper.

Mew: I want cake.

No you don't.

Mew: Um, yes I- No, I do not.

There we go.

Hey guys, the explanation above about why it was not uploaded is actually 50 days old, I wrote it, then left it for a month debating a title, then I uploaded it and forgot about publishing. YAY!

Lopunny: This is for calling me a stripper a month ago!

*Whips me with her ears*

HAH! I'm immune! I got magic powers!

Mewtwo: LET ME GO!

No, not until Lopunny leaves.

"I'm talking"

I'm thinking

I'm using telepathy

"I'M SHOUTING!"

"I'm yelling, there's totally a difference!"

"I'M USING UPROAR!"

I'm queer.

Wait, WTF?

Victini was as happy as he could be. He would be jumping for joy if he was any more childish. He and Mew were 'partners', and it has gone great for the past year. He was strolling through the Hall of Origin going to the kitchen to get some brunch, planning to catch up with Mew later on, wherever she was.

He got to the kitchen, greeting Darkrai, Lugia, and Azelf on the way. He was surprised to see Mew making a sandwich there.

"Hey Victini, slept in? It is a break week." Victini smiled, and went to the refrigerator.
"I can make a sandwich for you!" she said, with her high-pitched voice.
"Thanks! It's been a tiring month…" Victini replied, rubbing the back of his head.
"Yeah, it really can be. I heard there were a group of poachers on a funded search to catch you!" Mew said worriedly.
"Yeah, I found out a bit too late..." Victini said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
"But it's alright, they couldn't scratch me!" Victini reassured her, with his signature V hand gesture. He decided it would be best to leave out the fact that they wanted him preferably dead for some reason.

So, how have you been? Mew asked, biting into her sandwich.
I've been on the run a bit more than usual. Man, this sandwich is delicious! What's your secret? He turned his head to look at Mew, staring at her Navy blue eyes with his cobalt blue eyes. He smiled. She was perfect in every aspect to him. He smiled at her with a loving gaze. She smiled back, with such a beautiful smile that made his heart flutter.
Why, thank you, you are too kind. Victini blushed furiously, realizing he let his guard down, and that any Psychic could have entered his mind, watching his thoughts.
It's a secret, the sandwiches, you can't know. Mew simpered, then gave Victini a peck on the lips, and flew away. Victini felt like fainting. They hadn't had much interaction lately, and it felt well deserved. He noticed that Mew didn't finish her lollipop, and so he went to grab it, but found a psychic aura on it, basically a psychic types way of passing notes. He heard it, it said: Meet me when the sun dances and we'll be at our own little world. Victini blinked. When the sun dances? What? What did she mean? He understood the second part alright… He shrugged, and put the lollipop in a seal fresh bag, as he and all the other legends called it.

He decided to ask Mewtwo what the sandwiches were made of. When Victini gets curious, he gets really curious. He knocked on the door to Mewtwo's room. Mewtwo opened it telekinetically, and Victini saw he was finishing up on a lab experiment, and he was wearing safety goggles and a white lab coat. Victini almost felt jealous at how cool Mewtwo looked in it.
My fiery friend, why is it that you are here? He questioned, turning around.
Do you know how Mew makes her sandwiches? Victini asked, then realizing how stupid that sounded. He was half expecting Mewtwo to yell at him for disturbing him to ask about sandwiches.

Ah, yes great question. Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to tell you. Mewtwo looked calm.
So you know! Victini replied desperately.
Indeed I do, but I cannot inform you on the subject. Mewtwo looked patient.
Why not? What's with the secrecy? Victini was all giddy to know.
I was for… told by Mew to not tell anyone. Mewtwo closed his eyes.
"What can I do to get you to tell me? I MUST KNOW!" Victini shouted, floating in front of Mewtwo.
Bring Mew here to tell me I can tell you. That is the only way. Mewtwo paused.
It is undesirable information anyways. Mewtwo finished. Victini sighed deciding to give up.
"Thanks anyway." Victini said a bit gloomily.
Sorry I could not be of assistance, Victini. Might I inquire why you're holding a seal fresh bag with a half-finished lollipop in it? Is there a reason you could not finish it? Mewtwo stared quizzically at the bag.
"Oh, you mean this lollipop? It's Mew's. She didn't finish it and ran off." Victini replied.
So why did you put in a seal fresh bag? Do you plan to feed it to the Wingulls?
"No, I just want to know how she tastes" Victini replied nonchalantly.
But I've seen you eat those lollipops- Oh… you mean… um, OK… Ahem, well, uh, you best be on your way. I plan to create an edible fluid that causes the 'sugar rush'.
"Bye!" Victini waved, flying out the door.
Sick son of a bitch… Mewtwo turned back to his work.

*Flashback*

Hey, Mewtwo! I need a favour from you… Mew giggled.
What is it you require? Mewtwo asked, solving an advanced rubrics cube.
If anyone asks how I make my sandwiches, don't answer them, tell them you can't! Please! Mew begged, sitting on Mewtwo's shoulder.
Well, how do you make them? Mewtwo asked, playing with a manger sponge.
*Telepathically whispers to Mewtwo*
"…and that's how I make them. Now," she whispered into Mewtwo's ear, rubbing herself against Mewtwo.
"It'll be our little secret, or else." She whispered, Mewtwo gulped, and nodded, putting down his 3DS XL.

*Flashback Over*

Mewtwo shuddered, and then sighed, and ate the cheesecake he had with him.

Victini: *Points behind me* Who's that Pokemon?

Hm? *Turns Around*

Oh, shit! Who the f*** are you?

02: ...I'm your favourite Kirby final boss...

Magolor: Hey, I thought my Soul form was!

Marx: Hey, I thought mine was!

Drawcia: I thought so too!

Drawcia, I hated you ever since I first saw you to the point where I finally searched up your official art and realized you only look fat in-game.

Grill: What about me?

Um, who the f*** are you?

Grill: I was the final boss of star stackers...

Marx: You look pretty.

EVERYBODY OUT!

Nightmare: I just got here!

OUT!

Everyone: Aww

Wait! Victini! This is your story! Wait! Come back!