The boy slowly opened his eyes. Unsure of his new surroundings, and even more unsure of his previous, he looked around slowly. He was laying on a bed with six round indents in the sides, perhaps for a ball of some sort. In the corner there was a mirror and a table, as well as a wardrobe with the door cracked open. A pair of what looked like black pants with blue shorts hung off the wardrobe down into the dresser part. The boy stood up and looked in the mirror. He had blue hair and his eyes were red. His hair had two small spikes, one of each side of the top of his head which made them look a bit like horns or cat ears. It hung mostly off the sides but a large tuft came to a point right between his eyes. He looked down at his hands and clenched them into fists a few times. He seemed to remember having only six at one point, now having ten. He turned his hands over to see the backs were severely scarred. He walked over and opened the wardrobe and pulled out a pair of blue shorts that had been sewn to a pair of knee-length black tights. He slowly stepped into them and once they were on he wriggled his toes. They looked unusual as well. He picked up the blue shirt. It was the same color as the shorts and was short-sleeved. He slipped it on, wincing as the cloth touched his scarred hands. He picked up a blue belt, yet again the same color. He wondered why they were all blue and why the belt looked almost twice the size he needed it. The belt wrapped around his waist one time and then half of another time and hung from his waist behind him. He noticed a black vest inside but opened the dresser instead. Inside was a roll of gauze which he picked up and wrapped around his hands to cover his scars. He walked over and set the gauze in one of the weird indents on the table and the table lit up and the boy jumped away. The table dinged a few times and then turned back off. The boy waited for his heartrate to go back down and then picked up the vest and put it on. There were two points that hung just past his waist and would have continued down his legs if they had been longer. He smiled at himself in the mirror, enjoying his new clothing, until he noticed he had forgotten to open the other drawer on the dresser. He pulled it open and picked up a black cloth. After examining it more he found it was the front of a mask. He dug into the dresser and pulled out another piece of cloth and tied the mask over his eyes. He smiled and turned to see every side.

The door behind him opened and a man wearing purple wavey shorts that had been sewn to pants and were tucked into his light purple boots, a white lab coat that curved into a split at the waist, and light purple gloves walked in. His hair was purple and came back in two points at the same place the boy's tufts were. The boy thought he was pretty normal looking, but thought the tail coming from the man's waist was strangely familiar.

"Oh good you're awake. I thought you'd never wake up, and that would be absolutely terrible." the man said. "Are you feeling alright? The healing process was a bit primative, but it appears to have worked."

The boy did not respond. He knew he could speak and he had thought of his response but he couldn't bring himself to say it for some reason. He softly muttered out "R-Riolu."

"I see. So the primitive healing process caused a memory revert. How strange." the man said and then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small red square and flipped it open and it scanned the boy and then a monotone voice spoke out of it.

"Riolu, the Emanation Pokemon. Riolu has the power to see and understand emotions like happiness and anger in aura waves." the square said.

"Riolu. That's your name." the man said as he put the square back in his pocket. "I'm Mewtwo."

Riolu recognized the name but was unsure of where to place it.

"There should be a ball in one of the drawers. Go ahead and open it." Mewtwo said and pulled out a journal and started to write.

Riolu opened the drawers, finding nothing but more random cloth. Mewtwo looked over at Riolu who was now throwing the cloth about the room as he dug into the drawers looking for the ball. Mewtwo walked over and opened the wardrobe and pulled out the false back and opened a drawer. "I guess I left out a minor detail." Mewtwo handed Riolu a Great Ball and Riolu held it in his hands and looked up at Mewtwo, unsure of what to do. Mewtwo sighed and pulled out a Premier Ball and tossed it into the air and with a bright red flash a grey sword appeared out of it. The hilt was white and vined half way up the blade and a purple cloth hung from the larger part of the hilt. Mewtwo grabbed it before it hit the ground and leaned on it like a cane. "Now you try."

Riolu threw the Great Ball into the air and two black batons appeared. They had blue bulbs on the end that looked like they had been dipped in oil and had blue claws on the ends just before the bulbs. They fell and Riolu tried to grab them but dropped them and they clattered on the floor. "Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it." Mewtwo smiled.

"H-How long have I been asleep?" Riolu asked softly.

"You'll figure it out in time." Mewtwo said as a small smile appeared on his face.

A small girl waddled into the room. She was wearing a very baggy pink dress and her pink hair was so flowy it barely had any form. She waddled over to Mewtwo. "Ditt-o." she cooed and reached up. Mewtwo picked up the girl.

"Who is that?" Riolu asked, looking over the girl.

"This is Ditto." Mewtwo said. "My little..." Mewtwo looked around, searching for the right word. "... assistant." Mewtwo turned Ditto to look at Riolu. "Ditto, this is Riolu."

"Ditt-o." Ditto said again and her body bubbled and morphed to look exactly like Riolu.

Riolu looked up at Mewtwo, utterly confused. "Why did she do that? Why does she look like me?"

"That's how she is." Mewtwo said and turned Ditto around and Ditto turned back into the little girl she was. "How about I answer all your questions over dinner?"