The Book of Memories

Chapter 1

There are things that are best left unsaid and meant to be forgotten; tales throughout history leaving strange, and haunting memories in the minds of those involved. Such a thing had been witnessed by some inhabitants of a large mansion in a strange world, the world of Smashers. An incident concerning deception and many a Smasher, the incident of a Smasher named Mewtwo and his place among his fellow Smashers. His act had been one worthy of entering the mansion's archives, where it remains to this day; nearly forgotten, but ever present.

Nearly a year has passed since the incident, and many have forgotten it entirely, but others still have the memory burned into their minds. One such Smasher was in the mansion's library, reminiscing on Mewtwo's story and his own involvement in it. Another Smasher entered the near-vacant library to find him sitting on a sofa reading that story.

The Smasher said not a word, for he was incapable of speech, but instead went over to a shelf and began to search for something to read. When he heard someone else enter, he turned, curious as to whom it was and waved to them. She returned the wave with a warm smile before she noticed the other Smasher on the sofa.

"Oh, hello Roy," she said, "I didn't expect to find you here."

"Hey Zelda," Roy answered, looking up. "I was just reading this story from last year. I remember a lot of these things, considering my condition at the time." Realization entered Zelda's expression as she recalled the story he was referring to.

"What an ordeal that was," she said, "I never would have thought that Mewtwo was Lucario the entire time. In fact, I was thinking about that story just the other day."

"Me too," said Roy. "That's why I was reading this. It's a shame that Mewtwo had to be in disguise to stay around."

"At least Master Hand is letting him stay around now," said Zelda. "And he and Lucario have different rooms now."

On the other side of the mansion, Mewtwo sneezed.

"Ugh, curse these dusty shelves," he muttered telepathically as he went through his closet. He realized that he had neglected to clean his closet ever since he had to disguise himself as Lucario.

"Mew?" a pink, feline Pokémon outside the closet said questioningly, for all it could say was its own name.

"Nothing," he answered. "I'm fine; it's just these dusty shelves in here." Had he been looking for something, he obviously didn't find it, as he came out of the closet with nothing. He pondered a moment, before nodding to himself and leaving the room.

….

Another Smasher by the name of "Snake" was out in the hallway, prowling and peeking around corners as if fearing detection. He peered around a corner and saw Mewtwo floating silently down the hallway towards where he was.

As Mewtwo came around the corner, instead of finding Snake, only saw a cardboard box. Indifferent, Mewtwo passed it, continuing towards his sought destination.

"Despite your abilities," Mewtwo projected towards Snake. "You have a blatant need for an alternative form of hiding yourself." Snake said nothing, fuming that he had once again been detected. Moments later, he left his box to continue prowling aimlessly around the corridors. He then noticed something out of the corner of his eye and saw something go around the corner at the end of the hall Mewtwo had come from.

….

Mewtwo then stopped in front of the library and saw Roy, Link and Zelda within sitting on one of the sofas. Seeing Roy in there reading surprised Mewtwo, but he dismissed it and entered. Roy looked up from his reading and saw Mewtwo coming in the library.

"Hey Mewtwo," Roy said, grinning. "We were just talking about you."

"Oh?" Mewtwo said with little interest as he proceeded to the shelves, scanning them for what he was searching for.

"Don't you remember that time last year?" Roy asked him.

"Which time?" Mewtwo asked, hardly caring and continuing to scan the shelves.

"You know," Roy said, "that time when we all thought you were gone but had been disguised as Lucario the whole time?"

Mewtwo stopped. "Yeah," he said, "what about it?"

"I was just reading about it in here," Roy said, holding up a book, the thing Mewtwo had been looking for.

"And how, might I ask," Mewtwo started, approaching Roy, "did you acquire that?"

"I found it in here," Roy answered simply, motioning to the large room. "Why?"

"Because that is my journal you possess," Mewtwo answered in turn.

"Oh," Roy said, hurriedly snapping the book closed and holding it out to Mewtwo. "I'm sorry."

"I don't blame you," Mewtwo said calmly, taking the book, "more likely than not it was Falcon who put it in here, despite the fact that he can hardly manage to find his way here without a map." He then left the library without another word.

The three of them were silent for a moment.

"I wonder why Captain Falcon would take Mewtwo's journal." Zelda thought aloud.

"Beats me," Roy responded before getting up to leave. Zelda and Link soon followed suit. However, Captain Falcon wasn't the one who took the journal…

….

Mewtwo finally returned to his room, sighing after closing the door.

"Foolish humans," he said, looking down at the book in his hands. "They did not realize what potentially dangerous power they had in their hands. Luckily I was able to find it before it fell into the wrong hands."

"Yess, thank you for finding that book," a mysterious, icy voice said from the other side of the room, startling Mewtwo. "I will soon have limitless power."

"Huh?" Mewtwo said looking at the being with the voice. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here for the book," the being said. "And I expect to have the Book of Memories without a fuss."

"Hmph," Mewtwo snorted. "If you think I'm just going to hand this to you, think again. If you want it, just try to take it." His eyes started glowing with a pale blue hue.

"With pleasure," the being said with malice. A violet aura formed around Mewtwo as he focused his energy in preparation for the inevitable fight.

…

Moments later, Mewtwo was sent through his door, breaking it off the hinges, and crashed into the wall. He then fell to the floor, barely conscious and wheezing from the air having been knocked out of him. He looked up, only to find the being, and the book, gone. The feeling in his legs left him as he looked on in horrified anger.

"No," he said trying to get up, wincing in pain, without avail. "No, the book… curse you… curse… you…" He then collapsed; the last of his consciousness leaving him as his body went limp.