Chapter 1: Arrival in Anime Land

Note: Impressionable youth GTFO. If bad words, strong language, adult content, etc. offend you, you may want to fuck off back to a different story where Jesus can still love you. This story could have spoilers. IDK. It's like a mish-mash grab bag of game and anime stuff. I'm not going to be warning you but I'm not out to spoil everyone either.

It was sort of like when you just wake up in someone else's house — the disorientation, I mean. I remembered the sensation from the first morning waking up in my college dorm. The sunlight was in the wrong place coming in the window and the smells were wrong; the comings and goings of people in the hallway was unsettling.

The roommate you thought was an annoying bubbly bitch wasn't in the room, but you could still smell her scent wafting through the room and getting into everything. Your phone was on the opposite side of your bed — which also wasn't familiar, by the way. The pit in your stomach that formed before you fully remembered exactly where you were and what happened the day before.

To summarize, since the pounding in my head kept getting worse the more I tried to think of examples that might illustrate the way I was feeling: shit was all fucked up and I could tell today was going to be horrible.

Y'know, except for the fact that I clearly have no memory of waking up in a dim dark cave, sprawled out on a cold, gritty, uneven floor. Which is where I was currently. My fingers twitched and I breathed in, cringing at the feeling of pins and needles from the lack of blood circulation to the arm I was sleeping on.

I turned my head toward the source of the dim light, which seemed to come from around a corner and reflected off the stone hallway, and blinked my eyes toward it. I breathed out in a shiver, the reality of the situation catching up with my foggy brain.

Oh god why the fuck am I in this creepy cave!?

I curled into a ball as I scooted toward into the wall the left side of me was touching, feeling like the next victim of a jump scare horror flick. My eyes darted from side to side as I cracked my neck and tried to sit up, but I refused to look to the right of me, down the dark part of the creepy cave hallway, since my lizard brain was convinced there was a monster that way.

Do I run? Can I make it out of this place before whoever the fuck put me here comes back to murder me?

Fuck this shit. My body seemed to make the decision to break into a run from my curled-into-a-ball-like-a-little-bitch position I had been frozen in a split second, and I found myself teeter-tottering into a drunk-run as my still-asleep feet pushed me forward and I nearly crashed into the cave wall, scraping against it and stumbling frantically toward the bend in the hallway, toward the light source.

It was about at that time, when the fog fully left my head and I wondered to myself: gee, isn't it likely that the psycho that dragged me into a cave and probably planned on raping and/or murdering me is probably somewhere around here, that I felt fucking something touch my fucking goddamn foot from behind me and—

OH HOLY SHIT GET IT OFF IT'S BEHIND ME OH SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT—

My head slammed into a low-hanging slab of rock as I rounded the bend at full tilt and instantly blacked out.

No run. Stay. No run. Stay. No r...

My eyes snapped open at the voice — high pitched like a child, but less...organic. Like the words as you would read them. Ugh, that wasn't even making sense to me. I probably had a concussion if the stabbing pain in my forehead was anything to go by. I reached up to feel for any blood on my face, when I caught sight of my...hand?

That's not my fucking hand. What the fuck?

I wasn't even sure how to describe what I was seeing. It clearly wasn't a human hand, but it didn't look like an animal hand — paw, whatever. It had palms like a human, but only three even fingers that ended in...spheres? I wiggled my fingers experimentally and jumped as they actually moved. It looked like I had stuck my fingers inside ping pong balls.

…

I looked down. No fucking way.

First of all, I was naked — I think. I took my three-fingered paw hand things and pushed against the purple belly of my body and felt something like silk — I could actually feel some sort of fine...I hesitate to say the word fur, because that is too fucking weird.

Hair. I had fine hair all over my body and it covered everything. My purple belly was just the same sort of feeling as the hair on my pale grey arms and...what was supposed to be my feet. And it was on my tail. I had a long, thick, purple tail like some sort of weird fucking dinosaur.

As I frantically explored my changed body on autopilot, my brain was already piecing together what the fuck was going on. Kind of. It looked like I was dreaming — and in this dream, I was obviously, for some reason, a Mewtwo.

R.I.P. Megan Willard. She drank a lot, probably died, and then became a Pokemon. My mom would be so upset with me if she could see me now.

I squished my hands together and made a face, flicking my tail around behind me and knocking it into the cave wall, wincing at the sharp sensation of a jagged part of the wall poking the bulb of my tail.

My experimenting was interrupted by a flash of light and what sounded like a cross between a splash and a spark in the air behind me. Some black thing about the size of a dinner plate moved out of sight and behind the corner I had rounded and I couldn't get a good look at it.

Fuck this.

Dream or not, I wasn't sticking around in the creepy cave as a Pokemon for something to get me. Knowing my imagination it would be Slenderman or some other nightmare thing.

Using my new Mewtwo fingers I traced the wall as I staggered forward and toward the light. I knew now not to break into a run, since my dream body was clearly not meant for that kind of physical activity and I would probably just conk myself out again.

Play?

A shiver went down my spine and tail at the voice. It was in my head! I heard another spark behind me but didn't dare look back. I doubled my pace in a panic, hunching over and curling my tail up near my shoulders in an attempt to balance my new fucked-up center of gravity, and rounded another bend.

Another spark. Then another. I rounded a corner the other way and almost cried in joy at the sight of the low afternoon sun shining over trees. The entrance to the cave was less than fifty meters away and I felt my weird cheek muscles pull back in an automatic grin. As I galloped into the light, my eyes fell on the cave walls and I realized I had been mistaken.

This wasn't a cave. If the alphabet letters carved into the side of the rock wall were anything to go by, I was in the...ancient...place? The haunted ruins, or...something. I couldn't really remember the name of it from all those years ago, but I knew it was in the Johto region somewhere. I slowed my pace but didn't stop until I was at least ten feet out of the entrance and felt some semblance of safety.

I leaned against a jagged rock sticking out of the sand, letting the warm afternoon sun beat down on me. My...toes. Paws? Whatever. They flexed almost automatically at the warm sandy earth beneath them as I caught my breath.

I probably spent twenty minutes leaning against that jagged rock, watching the world around me. It was fucking trippy — beautiful too, but mostly I felt like I was on a lot of drugs (the good kind).

The trees and rocks and sand and the sky — it was all animated. I hadn't noticed it at first, in the dim dark creepy hallway of the ancient ruins, since it was so dark. But...holy hell! Part of my brain contemplated how hilarious it would be to come upon a Mewtwo looking all drugged out and staring wide-eyed at trees and stuff. Another part of my brain was trying to compensate for the weirdness of two-dimensional things that occupy a three-dimensional space.

I could still perceive depth. Faraway things were still blurry and I could focus my eyes on leaves and rocks the same as I could when I was awake, but everything was drawn like in an anime — a really really detailed and expensive anime with a scary attention to detail.

I was nearing on a half-hour of tripping balls when I heard — felt? — something in the distance. I turned my head toward the feeling and squinted, catching some sort of moving light on the side of one of the ruin walls. I pushed off the jagged rock and stepped toward it.

It was a large, elongated pond, a little under a football field in length and maybe twenty feet across, and bubbles and ripples came up near the shoreline. As I came upon it, I could see the the orange fin of a fish push near the surface.

A...Magikarp? I wondered, leaning closer.

The fish, almost as if hearing me, swam closer, letting me see its wide mouth bobbing open and closed as it looked at me with its large hooded eyes. Yes, this was a Magikarp. I felt myself grinning again at the novel feeling of being face to face with a real Pokemon.

Food?

I fell backward onto my ass, cringing as my weight pressed onto my tail, and shook my head. Did I just...hear that Magikarp? In my head?

Have food? It thought at me again. I pressed my ping-pong paws to my forehead and felt my new weird-ass ears twitch on the top of my head. I was hearing a fish's thoughts now, and it sounds retarded.

But wait…

Didn't Mewtwo…wasn't he able to do that? I knew he was a psychic type and remembered he did have the ability to talk to people with his mind, so I could too, right? That made sense, in this trippy Pokemon dream world. I blinked and leaned forward, crouching on my haunches as I looked at the Magikarp and focused, squinting my eyes.

HELLO!

And… it immediately bolted away from me like it caught fire. I winced. Had I thought at it too loudly? I shook my head and sighed. It wasn't really important; it was just a stupid Magikarp.

I stuck my hand in the water and pulled up a hand-cup full of water, which actually wasn't all that much, considering I wasn't used to my Mewtwo hands, and brought it to my mouth — which felt too far away from my eyes — and sipped mindlessly.

On my fourth or fifth sip of water, I began wondering just exactly when I would wake up. I also started to wonder — even though it was ridiculous — what I would do if this wasn't a dream. I remembered back to the old wives tale of the way to test and see if you were dreaming; if you could read or feel pain, it probably wasn't a dream.

I obviously felt a sense of unease at that memory, since my head was still pounding from me running into a chunk of rock. My eyes flickered around again, but the sign that I could see from across the pond, near another entrance to the tunnels, was too far away to read.

Or...maybe that meant I was dreaming? Was contemplating if I was dreaming grounds that I actually wasn't dreaming? But if I wasn't dreaming, was I just insane? I mean, there's no way I was actually in Johto as a Mewtwo. That's just —

"What the hell?" a voice cursed from across the pond as an artificial light washed over my face. My head swiveled and I locked eyes with an anime character with a hard-hat on, squinting at the bright light. "Mike, are you seeing this?" He asked, wide eyed as he froze at the mouth of the other ruin entrance I had previously spotted.

"What are you…" a voice replied as a second anime man with a bulky camera around his neck hesitated, also locking eyes with me. "Uh…yeah, what…"

I found myself backing away automatically as I stood from my crouch, uneasy around two strangers staring in what looked to be awe or fear at me. They remained frozen for a moment before taking steps forward, the second man fumbling with the camera.

My tail swished as I turned and staggered toward the dense tree-line that lay behind me. I didn't see any way to easily cross the pond, so I knew they couldn't follow without taking a swim and ruining their camera, but I also didn't want to stick around and become the subject of their photography.

"Give me the camera, it's getting away!" the first man shouted.

I made it to the treeline and past the first few evergreen trees before I saw the flash of the camera bounce off the needles and bark of the thickening forest in front of me. I didn't stop for some time.

End notes: I'm holding all the people who could have written a semi-serious Mewtwo TF fic responsible for this story. If I could have read it, I wouldn't have written it. Why the fuck are there so many Eevee or weird Pokemon TF stories but so few Mewtwo stories?