Yes, I finally updated this silly thing. And, yes, we're finally getting somewhere with the Rattwo Arc, this is pretty much the end of the set-up, the next part will pile on the silly, and probably break a few people's brains.
Still, I got this finished, at last, and can now go forget all about this for another month or so while I get to work on ToF and Worlds Apart and the like.
Oh, and somehow I made Mewtwo funny. No idea how that happened.
Not-Quite-Drunken-Silly - Part Seven: Sister of Rattwo
Mewtwo had managed to avoid his would-be-captor, managing to use his new form's small size to squeeze into a small opening in the grill of an air vent. Thanks to the steel walls surrounding him, even the Espeon's psychic abilities could not track his position, and she walked straight past, growling under her breath. The newfound-Rattata had to resist the urge to breathe a sigh of relief, in the small confined space, the sound would echo and could give away his position. He counted the seconds in his head, until five minutes had gone by with no sign of the Espeon coming back, the coast was clear.
So the Rattata slowly inched himself forwards, keeping his nose and ears alert for any sign of trouble, as he pushed himself back through the hole in the grill and back into the corridoor. There was a loud bang from behind, causing him to unconsciously let out a tiny squeek as he spun, seeing a door slamming shut. He closed his eyes, cursing his panicky-instincts for over-reacting. Unfortunately, with his eyes closed, he couldn't see the shadow begining to enveloping him, only realising something was wrong as the trap was sprung.
By the time he reacted, he was plunged into darkness, running headlong into the side of his makeshift cage in the urge to flee. Nursing a sore nose, he glanced around and figured out he was inside one of the clothing hampers, the devices Humans used to store dirty clothing for washing. Then he had to fight back the urge to groan, over the already strong instinct to panic, as a familiar telepathic voice sounded out from outside his prison.
"Caught you." Mewtwo could almost see Evetwo grinning.
Of course, there was one simple problem, Eve now had to get him back to her room without losing him back down the airvents. Now, normally she'd just grab him with telekinesis, but she had trouble grabbing something she couldn't see, and the moment she lifted the hamper, he'd be in that air vent and gone. But, if she didn't lift it, she'd never be able to get a hold of him, and there was nothing close by to shove under the hamper to provide a makeshift floor for the Rattata's prison. And she couldn't leave it, he'd tip it over or something and escape.
"This is going to be tricky..."
Of course, then Grovyle stepped up behind her, eyeing the hamper as he drummed his 'fingers' on the hilt of his sword.
"You know, the small rodent Pokemon have this instinct where they freeze up completely for a few minutes if something startles them enough," he said after a few seconds, glancing across at her.
"So we scare him and he won't move when I take this off of him?"
"It'll slow him down a fair whack, yeah, give you more than enough time to get ahold of him."
"But how do we scare him when he's in there and we can't lift the hamper up?" Eve asked, getting only a smirk in reply as Grovyle walked around the hamper, stopping on the opposite side to her.
It was only then that Eve noticed that his paw was around the rapier's hilt, pulling it out in the time it took her to react. By the time she'd focused enough to try to stop him, the blade was already shooting down, straight through the top of the hamper, impaling it until the weapon could go no further. Of course, as Eve went to blast the grass type, the feeling of a much more familiar blade resting on her shoulder stopped her cold. Scyther stood right behind her, watching the two with a critical eye.
"Scyther?!" She couldn't believe that the bug was part of... of this absurd murder!
"Mewtwo has not been harmed. Grovyle's weapon was too short to penetrate deep enough to harm Mewtwo." The bug spoke, while the caretaker grinned, taking a hold of the sides of the hamper.
"Couldn't warn you, he'd have heard and been ready for it," he chuckled, yanking the basket up and revealing a very paralysed Rattata, who's fur was sticking up in sheer fright. Eve was torn between laughing and breathing a sigh of relief, instead she settled for reaching down and picking up her transformed brother by the back of the neck, the touch finally bringing him back to life.
"Put me down." He growled, although it was more a high pitched squeak, as his body shook from the earlier fright, and nothing he could do would stop it.
"You'd run off again." Eve wasn't stupid, even if the one ribbon Grovyle had missed said differently, the bright red bow dangling from a single magneta lock...
"No I would not." Mewtwo hated having to lie, but if it would get her to place him back upon the ground-
"Uh huh-" Eve paused for thought, before spotting movement out of the corner of her eye, "hey Spiral-" Mewtwo's shaking went into overdrive, Eve noticed, as she walked past the grumbling Espeon, a thought coming to her. "Okay, Mewtwo, I'm going to put you down now." With that homocidal feline?! Evetwo sure picked a fine time to start listening to him.
"No, I believe I would prefer to stay here. It would make climbing the stairs to the attic much easier."
"Whatever you say, Mewtwo..." Could her tone get anymore condencing, it was like she was talking to a child, and Mewtwo was certainly no child...
Of course, as she reached the attic, a problem presented itself; namely, that of her broken door. She couldn't stay in her room, Mewtwo'd just escape again.
"It's a little late to be refitting a door, so you'll have to wait until morning," Grovyle spoke up, the Ratatta fighting the urge to smirk. Scyther destroying the door had actually proven useful not once, but twice, maybe the bug was not so useless after all.
"Miss Eve could always wait out the rest of the night in Mewtwo's room." Scyther then spoke up, removing any positive thoughts the Rattata was having about his usefulness. Mewtwo couldn't stop himself, his new body bristled at the thought of her entering his territory, which she seemed to notice.
"Better than sitting out here."
"No. I refuse to let you enter my domain." Mewtwo insisted, voice almost a growl.
"You're not exactly in a position to boss me around at the moment," Evetwo countered, giving him a small shake to prove her point.
The door was unlocked, so she twisted the handle and entered a room she had never even seen the inside of before, gawping at the sight before her. Various books and tomes of all sizes filled the bedroom, Eve couldn't even see the carpet, having to kick books out of her path so she could step into the bedroom and close the door behind her.
"Your room is a tip!"
"That is one way to describe it, I would suppose," Mewtwo's jaw felt like it was going to shatter, it was clenched that tightly, "are you going to release me now?"
"Once I find the key in this junk and lock the door so you can't run off again."
"Where could I run too?" Mewtwo said, actually sounding sarcastic. Eve looking rather puzzled at the outburst, before settling on a reply.
"You're a Rattata, you could live just about anywhere. And, knowing your personality, you'd hide in the sewers."
Mewtwo was seriously considering trying to bite her hand at that point. In fact, the only reason he did not was because he was observing the Grovyle as he opened the door, removing a key from a ring of them in his pocket. The grass type threw it over to Evetwo.
"Got a key to every room in this mansion, just give it back tomorrow," the Grass type stated, leaving before Evetwo could reply, while Mewtwo thought about how he would remove that key from the caretaker's possession once he had reclaimed his usual body. Of course, by the time he figured out an appropriate method, Evetwo had already used the key and sealed the doorway shut. And, seeing as Mewtwo's window did not have the neccessary hinges that allowed it to be opened, he had lost his only escape route, something he would also have to remedy when the chance arrived.
Without his usual psychic abilities, and height, Mewtwo found himself feeling very vunerable, and he did not like that feeling, it was one he had usually strived to avoid but was now seemingly everywhere. It did not help that Evetwo was still holding onto him as she moved books from his desk to the floor, before staring at the object she revealed. The small black laptop, resting against the wooden table.
"How come you get a computer and I don't?"
"It is the one that used to be in the second living room, until it was replaced by the higher modal that is there now. I merely acquired this as it was suited for the purposes I require."
Eve ignored him, "I've been bugging Mew for a computer for ages!"
"Maybe Mew felt you were not responsible enough for such a device. I am inclined to agree with him."
Eve was sorely tempted to drop him in the waste-paper basket beside the desk, but decided against it when she realised there was actually paper in there that would cushion his fall. So instead she placed him on the desk, seeing as his constant squirming was starting to get annoying, before flipping open the lid to the computer and pressing the power button.
"You are not allowed to use my computer."
"Why not? It's gotta have pinball on it, and I fancy a game of pinball."
Mewtwo cursed, he had neglected to remove such trivial games, partially because he did not want to risk losing Freecell in the process. That had proven to be an ideal distraction when the other inhabitants of the mansion were rioting amongst themselves. Then his eyes seemed to brighten, Evetwo would have to get through the password to access anything on the computer, and Mewtwo had not written it down anywhere, so she couldn't just stumble across it. She grumbled to herself as said password screen came up, before she looked over at him.
"What is it?" Eve asked, expecting the reply before Mewtwo had even opened his mouth to speak.
"I am not telling you." The obvious reply, Mewtwo was so predictable sometimes...
"You've forgotten it, haven't you?" She raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to take the bait.
"No I have not," Mewtwo practically growled, his fur bristling, while Eve just grinned, there it was, brought to the forefront of his mind by her prodding.
"Bingo." And it was only then that Mewtwo noticed that tingling sensation at the back of his mind, the telltail sign of a psychic reading, finally realising she had stolen it straight from his head.
Mewtwo did not like having his mind read, he did not like having the female accessing his possessions and he most certainly did not like being completely unable to stop her- he paused, as Eve was typing in the password, maybe there was a way to stop her. As her digit hovered over the enter key, he moved, springing foward and landing on the keyboard, throwing up several random characters that completely messed up whatever she had entered. And, on top of that, he twisted his head, opened his mouth, and did something stupid.
As she let out a rather loud whimper at the sensation of teeth in her finger, Mewtwo had to wonder why he hadn't tried it earlier. He found out why when he was hauled into the air and off of her finger by her telepathy as she threw open a desk drawer, tossed him inside, and slammed it shut, sealing him in darkness. The action of slamming the drawer meant that Mewtwo's paws could not find purchase on the floor, sending him skidding forwards and crashing into the drawer's front. If he could see, Mewtwo was fairly certain his vision would have been blurry or spinning like crazy from what he had to assume was a minor concussion.
Of course, he had to stop thinking as his head was hurting too much, and he could not even use Recover to stop it, because his stupid rat form could not use the technique. Mewtwo felt very inclined towards mass swearing at that point, something that proved to him that he had been forced to endure the lizards downstairs way too much... But, before he could indulge in some mindless cussing, something stopped him. He felt a cool breeze, which was impossible, he was in a drawer, there could be no draught, unless there was a means to escape!
He turned, eager to get out of the confining darkness, and came face to face with glowing, brown eyes. Very familiar, glowing, brown eyes. Brown eyes that looked much like his own used to be. Brown eyes attached to something with sharp looking, white teeth.
"Hello."
He couldn't help it, there was no way to stop his instincts, Mewtwo screamed.
