AN: Same as before really so just read chapter 1's Author's Note and additional note for the explanation about the square brackets, again reviews welcome.

["What's happening?" Another assistant asks, tapping her pen against the monitor, "All the readings of the specimens are going...strange."
"It's Amber," the main assistant answers, "Somehow she's telepathically commutating with Mewtwo, and Squirtletwo, Bulbasaurtwo and Charmandertwo," he stares at the pulsing light, "They make an amazing pair don't they?"]
"We're all copies here, clones," she says, we're standing (hovering) in some sort of ring. We consists of, me, her, a small dark coloured bulbasaur, a medium sized squirtle and a medium sized charmander, "That's why I'm Amber-Two, but I'm still really the original Amber," she explains as we slowly rotate in the darkness. The other pokemon are very friendly, they seem to make happy noises as they back flip and spin in circles chasing their tails. I don't, I just swallow and inch backwards, a little bit afraid, confused. I'd been alone for so long, left with my thoughts, isolated, I'd often imagined what it would be like to have contact with others, others like me, but now they're here it's just too much. I bump right into Amber, and I feel her reach out and take my hand, "its okay, Mewtwo," she smiles, "Don't be afraid we're all friends here."
["They've been like this for days," the tall slender female scientist says thoughtfully chewing on her biro, "They're alpha and theta brain activities been surprisingly high, Amber's and Mewtwo's especially. They nearly seem to be in tune with one another."
"I know its amazing isn't it?" The tall frail man cuts in, "Perfectly in tune, like two conjoined twins, joined by the bonds on a plain higher than the one we know."
"Maybe you should get some rest doctor," The other scientist suggests, "You've been here a while, go get a drink and lie down."
"I will I will," he mutters, although it's hard to say who he's muttering too.]
How long have I been here? Days, weeks, years? Wait how long are those? How do I know? Amber has taken us many places. I no longer feel alone or confined, I feel free. Able to explore anyway with her, no longer confided to the darkness. Mostly we drift about, and have 'fun'. Amber talks a lot and we listen, she tells us about her family, what she remembers before she became Amber-Two. It sounds nice; listening to it makes me wonder if I too had some sort of family before I became what I am. Amber takes us to her remember place, or the place comes to us. It's hard to tell. The darkness seems to peel back in sheets revelling a small arrangement of houses below us. It's a street, lined with lamps and neatly trimmed hedges, low hanging trees, with ropes and swings attached. Little gated off gardens with neatly kept lawns and flower beds accompany each house. All the colours are gone though. It's just greys and shades of white. "Where are we?" I ask Amber whose starring around misty eyed and smiling as always. "My remember place," she explains, "This is the place where I used to live before." As she says this a bright light begins to climb in the sky, as it gets higher the colours flood back. Lawns become rich greens, flowers vibrant blues, pinks, purples, reds and yellows, house walls pristine whites with red roofs and green doors. Everything completely submerged in a Technicolor light. I look up and squint at the light that's sitting next to us in the sky, "Amber, What's that?" I ask squinting and pointing. Amber smiles, "That's the sun, don't look at it thought it's too bright."
"What's the sun do?"
"It's the source of all life, it gives light to the plants to make food and warmth to all the other creatures around it," Amber explains as she does I see the sun melts away as is replaced with another glowing orb, surrounded by several hundreds of twinkling lights. "Is that a sun too?" I point to the orb. Amber shakes her head, "That's the moon, and those are the stars," she gestures to the lights, "They're our friends at night, they stop us from feeling afraid in the dark." I nod and remember how Amber had stopped me from feeling alone from the darkness before, in the other place and feel how oddly the small twinkling lights are doing the same thing, in the darkness created by the absents of the sun. "Friends," I whisper to myself gazing up at them.