II: The Creators
Arceus was an accident. Sure I was trying to create the Creator, but I didn't mean to in the way that I did. I wanted him to be his own being. I wanted him to act like the creator of the universe, but instead, he acted like my pet. I was guilt-ridden that the God of the Pokémon universe thinks that I am the God of the Pokémon universe. I did not intend for it to be like this. I created him to take some weight off my shoulders, but his burden flattened me instead. I kept telling him to take control of his own life and be the ruler he was meant to be, but he only replied with, 'Master, I will forever be by your side. You are my creator.' Maybe I should've started smaller, like a Weedle. Oh well, it's too late now.
Finding no luck in untaming my new 'doG,' I focused on the next creator. My team and I made major changes to our synthesizing machines, hoping that it would make the Pokémon act more wild, while still being controllable. Our particle collider in the lab had to be reworked as well; it was creating too much fusion power, which resulted in Arceus' overly-destructive attacks.
Arceus also caused another problem; he used most of our element supplies. My head researcher and biologist in my team, Veronica, did my inventory for me. She was in a frenzy.
"Doctor Jonas, we are low on sulfur and nitrogen, and we are almost completely out of oxygen, hydrogen, carbon, magnesium, potassium, and chlorine. We should also order more sodium, potassium, and calcium while we're at it."
I frustratedly cursed under my breath, then said, "How much is all that shit gonna cost me?!"
Veronica sighed, looking at the chart on her clipboard, "Doctor, to fill our tanks, it'll cost us about $15,000."
I stared at her in disbelief. "Jesus! Arceus costed us $15,000 in elements? What the hell is a Wailord gonna cost?!"
Veronica adjusted her glasses, as if trying to look smarter than she already was, "Funny enough, Doctor, I decided to calculate that last night. It would cost you arou—"
I interrupted her, "Don't tell me, I am not in the mood to cry today."
Veronica looked at me with a disappointed look. She wanted to show me how intelligent she was. "Very well then, I am going to go contact our suppliers to see if they have enough in stock." And with that, she turned and left for her office in the laboratory.
I turned back to face my desk and held my head in my hands. The stress was killing me. Life without my wife was killing me. Arceus and the project were killing me. I laid my head on the desk and passed out from exhaustion. I worked way too hard…
I woke up to Veronica shaking me. "Doctor, get up. We have some exciting news!"
I slowly lifted my head off the desk and rubbed my eyes. I opened them slowly, being blinded by the bright, white-washed laboratory interior. She took my hand and dragged me to the synthetic chamber at the other end of the lab, all the while I was dazed from my slumber. I began to wake up slightly as we arrived, seeing all of my fellow researchers gather around the box's viewing window. I was confused as to what was happening, but they pushed me up to the front row so I could see. I looked in confusedly, seeing nothing inside but the various inner contraptions the chamber had. Suddenly, Veronica flipped a lever and the machines throughout the entire laboratory revved and hummed to life. The sound was all too familiar. I held my breath in anticipation as I looked inside the gigantic black box. When the machines piqued at their resonating tones, a bright flash of light exploded from the chamber, like I was staring at the sun. A huge boom rang out and the light faded. Revealing our work.
Mew, the creator of Pokémon, hovered in the room. She stared at us through the window curiously, then said, "Hello, humans. My name is Mew."
I was shocked and relieved that she never mentioned 'Master.' My fellow scientists turned to me and applauded me. I replied with, "Guys, there's no need to applaud me! This is mostly the genius of you all. I mean, I was asleep for most of this."
The applause was replaced by laughter as the noise died down. I walked towards the chamber door. I opened it slightly, walked in, and closed it behind me, making sure the curious creature couldn't escape. I faced Mew and asked, "Do you know where you are right now?"
She nodded and replied with, "I have been beckoned to this universe by Arceus, who tasked me with assisting you in the creation of Pokémon in this realm."
I was dumbfounded. Our changes worked! I regained my composure and lied, "Yes, you are correct. Arceus is here as well, and he was waiting for you to show up. So, are you ready?"
She nodded, seeming to be independent in thought but still submissive enough to follow orders. I made a mental note to take my team out for congratulatory drinks later.
I led her out of the chamber and to the room where Arceus was living. We had built an addition onto the lab to house Arceus, as he was too big and often too clumsy to be around the machines. Mew walked in, only to see Arceus playing with a enormous bouncy ball.
Mew involuntarily giggled at the cute God, and I sternly said to Arceus, "Arceus! You have a guest! Stop playing and please start acting like a God for once. This is Mew, the creator of Pokémon."
Arceus snapped out of his trance and looked at us, "But master, you are the creator of Pokémon!"
I flinched as Mew looked at me with confusion. She did not know that I had created her, and I had wanted it to stay that way, but alas, Arceus ruined it. "Human, I thought that I was sent by Arceus." Mew looked at me like I was a freak.
I sighed and said, "Mew, my name is Richard. Your universe is something that we call a video game in this universe. We could look at a little screen and interact with your universe while being in ours." She blinked, unsure of how to respond to such an outlandish statement. Nevertheless, I continued, "No, you were not sent by Arceus. I created you. But, I still would like you to work with Arceus and help him."
She looked at me with disgust, "How dare you! I thought that this was a divine calling, but NO! You just sent me here to do your bidding! I'm NOT a slave, and I am surely not YOUR slave!" She slapped me across the face with her pink tail and hovered out of the room and into the laboratory.
In shock from the slap, I panicked. I ran out of the room and yelled, "Lock the building down!"
An alarm sounded and the exits were blocked by moving sheets of steel. I looked around, trying to spot the little Mew. I looked up just in time to see her flying randomly near the ceiling like a trapped fly.
I shouted to her, "Mew, I am so sorry that I upset you! Please come down and forgive me!" She stopped, looked down at me with anger, and formed an Aura Sphere in her hands. "Oh no, we made a level 100 Mew…" I said to myself as she pointed her palms upward and let go of her Aura Sphere, hurling it at the ceiling. The ball of power ripped through the roof with ease and she escaped through the newly made hole. I cursed under my breath as she flew out of sight towards the sky.
-Mew's POV- (Mew's account of that day.)
I felt betrayed. I was lied to. 'Or was I? Did I lie to myself? No matter, there's no way I'm going back there. Ever. Wait, but Arceus is there. My fellow creator was there. Should I go back? No! He's not the real Arceus! That stupid human enslaved that poor thing! I should go break the poor thing out, let him be free! Wait, no! Then I might get caught again! But I can't leave that thing to die in his jail cell! He needs to be free like I am!'
My head raced with conflicting views. 'Oh, if only Mewtwo was here to help.' Deciding, I descended back towards the jail-thing. Seeing the room come into view, I began to charge at it, a bright red jet of flame enveloped me as I bulleted back to Earth. I pierced the roof of the room, and was welcomed with a scared whimper of the fake Arceus. He looked up to me, scared to death by the sirens from the lockdown and my sudden entry.
I said to him, "A-Arceus I know you're scared, but you need to come with me! You are being taken advantage of by Richard! He wants to use you!" He shivered, like a frightened child. I knew he was not the real Arceus, the real Arceus would never be scared of anything.
He shakily refused, "N-No! I can't l-leave my M-Master!"
I looked at him frustratedly. I flew down to him and grabbed him by the ear, attempting to lift him up and get him out, but it was no use. "Ow! Please stop! Master is a good man! I am not leaving him! I will forever be by his side!"
I paused, astounded by his loyalty. He was like a helpless Poochyena to his trainer. I thought to myself, 'What if the Arceus is telling me the truth? Does he have a reason to lie?' All of a sudden, I saw Richard burst through the door, making Arceus jump as I hid behind him, hoping that Richard didn't see me. I felt Arceus' telepathic waves, causing me to panic. He was telling Richard that I was in here, I knew it.
Thinking as a last-resort, I jumped out from behind Arceus and began to use Psychic, aiming it at Richard. I began to glow purple as the attack charged.
Richard looked up at me, with his hands in the air, and said, "P-Please Mew! I am not here to hurt you! I just want your help! Arceus needs you! I need you! Please, stay."
As I was about to unleash my wrath, I stopped myself, the purple glow surrounding me faded. "Why should I trust you?" I asked him.
Richard opened his mouth to speak, but Arceus spoke for him, "I trust Master with my life!" Richard looked at Arceus and smiled.
I didn't know what to think. I was confused. I was lost in this new world.
I hesitantly floated down towards Richard. I attempted to read his aura, although I was not very good at it. I was able to catch a hint of it anyway. It was mostly kindness, but mixed with a tad bit of arrogance. I thought about my options and looked over at the Arceus, who was staring back at me with a concerned look on his face. I then went in front of Richard and held my hand out to him. He looked at me, and shook it. I guessed that I'd be there to stay.
-My POV-
I watched Mew's face as I shook her hand. She seemed unsure, but content with her decision at the same time. She had made her mind up, or at least she convinced herself that she had.
I spoke to her in the most neutral and kind voice I could, "Thank you for giving me a chance."
She looked into my eyes and said something I will never forget, "Thank you for giving me my life again." Little did I know that this was just her chance to start fresh.
