Title: Bringing Him Back
Fandom: Pokemon (Gen I)
Pairing/Characters: Red, Mewtwo
Warning(s): None
Genre: Gen
Part 3 in a series.
And stumble forward he did, despite the exhaustion creeping up on his body from the mental torture, into the belly of the Unknown Dungeon. A pool of water appeared before him again; he allowed the darkness to close in and slipped onto Blastoise. He was wet and cold and tired, and so were his friends; still, he could do nothing but carry on.
It was silent for a few moments before he ran into it – it was as though he had suddenly run headfirst into an invisible brick wall. Blastoise swam on, seemingly unaffected, but he was thrown backwards off its shell into the water, unconscious before he hit the surface. Cradled by death, he sank into the grimy sea.
When he awoke, the first realization was that he could see; when his bleary eyes became focused to the light of the Cerulean Cave, it hit him that the darkness that had all but swallowed him was no more, and he could see as though it was day underground. The second realization was that he was on dry land. The third was that something was coiling through his head.
He gasped with shock and fear, and the tendrils quickly pulled themselves out and pushed themselves flat against the side of his head, pushing him against the ground. He lay there until they left his mind and slowly pushed himself up, feeling something warm and wet seeping from his ear.
My apologies, he heard, from somewhere inside of himself. I acted out of reflex.
"Who? I —" He looked up, and –
Mewtwo.
"Mewtwo," he breathed.
Indeed, it said. That is my name. And you are?
"R-Red."
I thought you would come.
"You…thought I would come?" Grimacing through the pain, he pushed himself to his feet unsteadily. Though he felt its presence, he could not see any living creature. Then the air in front of him shivered, and – it appeared before him.
You seemed curious.