Author's Note

Hello Universe! Palkia has returned with Chapter 17! Yee! But before we get into anything…

Cap: Aww thank you dude for checking out this story. I really appreciate it. I tend to explain stuff too much XD But I find the Sonic characters easier to write about since they have defined personalities already. For Shadow, I have to have his remain consistent while also changing it up. After all, you don't expect him to act like he was straight out of SA2. Circumstances have changed. And thank you again! It's good for this story to still have support!

Guest: Hehe...sorry it seemed a little bit cringey. I have a reason for writing that, which will promptly be answered in this specific chapter. I wrote that chapter, Umm maybe like six months ago at that point? Sometimes I imagine Mewtwo getting massive headaches and stress because of his psychic powers. After all, he is stronger than Alakazam, as seen by the first movie, who has an IQ of over 5,000 at least. He's gotta have some massive migraines sometimes. And I really appreciate your support for this. As for your question...you'll find out!

Let's check up on our favorite psychic feline, shall we?

I do not own Pokemon and I do not own Sonic the Hedgehog.

Chapter 17

Curiosity Destroyed the Mind

A week had passed since his meeting with Arceus. Mewtwo never thought he was afraid of anything. From creation, he was meant to be something that was feared. His eyes were meant to cast terror into the soul of his enemy. His powers destined to strike fear into the heart of his enemy. He was Mewtwo! The strongest pokemon!

So why was he so afraid?

He knew why. Mewtwo never wanted to go back there. No matter how long he lived, the psychic cat never wanted to return. The ARK was a place of too many memories. Too many experiments gone wrong. And where he himself was...Mewtwo didn't want to think about it too much.

The psychic remembered the conversation he had with Arceus the week before…

Flashback

"I request permission to go to the ARK!"

Arceus was taken aback. He never expected anyone, especially Mewtwo, to say that they were requesting permission to go there. The god even heard the psychic stutter when first mentioning the place. Why, out of all places, would he want or even have the need to go to the ARK? Even he knew of the terrors that occurred.

"Why do you wish to go there, Mewtwo?" Arceus asked. The psychic sighed. "I have some...unanswered questions that need to be answered," he replied in the most polite way he could. It was hard to not show resentment for there. Mewtwo especially. "As well as I believe that I may find some leads that may help me when it comes to that stone tablet."

"Why do you believe this is so?" The psychic felt a shiver go up his spine at Arceus' question. He never stood well with the god, and the same could be said the other way around. A level of uneasiness flowed through the air as the purple feline tried to find the words to explain. It was only a theory he believed, combined with possibly a few memories, but a theory nonetheless.

"The Professor and Doctor would have studied something like this. More so the Professor than the Doctor," he answered. Hatred rose in his mind. It was exceptionally hard to talk about either man in a good and respectful way. The past didn't help at all. "Professor Gerald often studied ancient ruins at the time. Echidna ruins and such. Ruins of Chaos and Time itself. That is where this tablet probably originated from."

"I gathered what I could from the destroyed lab. I am surprised that the Doctor kept a copy of his notes. Even so, parts of the notes have been destroyed from the fire. The only way I could get a full copy of the Professor's journal is if I traveled there. Unfortunately, he kept most of his entries under secure measures, but there should be a way to access them."

Both pokemon stood silent for a few moments. It was then Arceus broke the silence. "I understand your point, Mewtwo," the alpha pokemon spoke. "Yet, is this a wise decision to do? The information would be of use, but out of all the pokemon we need as of now, we...I cannot afford to lose you too."

Mewtwo knew what he was referring to. If the psychic found something that could possibly have harmed himself in any way, shape, or form, then who knows what could happen. This was one of the reasons why he didn't want to go. For he feared he would find something that would make him more of a monster.

Still, the words felt a little bit reassuring. Perhaps it broke some of the ice between Arceus and Mewtwo. It showed the psychic cat's importance in the line of legendaries. Not many really want to acknowledge Mewtwo, since his history wasn't exactly the best either way. Yet, this made him feel better about himself a little more. Was this what they called pride?

"I...appreciate the concern," Mewtwo added warily, really having no words for the situation. "However, this is something I must do. If we require answers, I'm afraid that is the only place we can obtain them from. Nowhere in any universe could hold information such as this…"

He heard Arceus sigh. This definitely wasn't an easy decision. Anything could happen for all both pokemon knew. But that was a risk Mewtwo was willing to take no matter what, despite the negative consequences that may come out from the situation itself. Arceus turned back to him, eyes serious and focused on Mewtwo.

"I'm letting you go," Arceus told him. Mewtwo said nothing, only kept the expression on his face. "On one condition. You must promise me, Mewtwo, that you come back here. Whatever you see in there, whether good or bad for you, you must come back. I cannot risk you being there for such a long period of time. Read a little information, save it on some device in order to bring it here, then come back. Even if your image has become tarnished even more from this, I cannot allow you to remain there long."

As if my image wasn't tarnished enough, Arceus, he thought to himself. I'm not surprised he said that, however. There may very well be something there that may make me not want to come back. The shame, the horror of it all. If I even revealed it, I could very well be exiled from the legendary status.

"I understand," the psychic said to him. "I shall leave in a week. From that time, I will travel there and collect anything that seems important to the investigation. I will not fail in this Arceus. That, I can promise you." Mewtwo gave a slight nod to the god, and began to walk out of the room. Arceus said nothing as he watched him leave. He then turned his head.

"You knew this was going to happen, didn't you?" Arceus spoke to no one particular. Of course, he was indeed speaking to someone, and the blue steel dragon revealed himself from the other side of the room. "You knew he was going to go there, yes?" Arceus heard Dialga sigh behind him.

"Yes, and no," Dialga answered. "When he came to me, I saw glimpses of the past. The past few days, Mewtwo has been having horrific nightmares. Memories replaying in his head. He didn't want to go back there, but the only reason he went back there was because of you."

Arceus raised an invisible eyebrow to him, his red eyes full of curiosity. At the same time, Dialga gave him a serious look. "The only reason he's doing this Arceus is because of the work you gave him to do. You're only throwing more challenges at him! When will you be satisfied with the fact that he's one of us?!" The temporal pokemon's temper grew as he spoke.

"He came to check on me, and the conversation ended up with him spilling out his fears of going back there. I had to convince him that you do this type of thing with everyone who's new! You have no idea what he said to me! Mewtwo never reveals his fears to anyone. Especially to me! So tell me Arceus, why are you still doing this?"

"I may not be a mind reader, but I know you still don't like him. Mewtwo has been trying his best to get you to stop glaring at him. Or even stop you from waiting to see him fail! He's been trying this for months Arceus! Mewtwo was afraid to go back there. He didn't want to go near there at all. But he has to because of you. When will you stop this?!"

Arceus lowered his head in shame. Had he really been that intimidating towards Mewtwo? His red eyes became downcast. "I've...never sat well with Mewtwo," he admitted. "And I can imagine he's never sat well with me either. Yet, I am still not sure how to go about this."

"He's trying to gain recognition," Dialga stated. "He wants your recognition. I know what happened to him, and so do you. Even today, some legendaries don't feel safe around him. I've heard the rumors. 'Why is Arceus trusting that clone?' 'Is the Alpha really siding with a killer?' Mewtwo's heard these already. And it's not helping him either."

"Look, when he comes back, if it really looks bad, try in some way to be accepting of him. Mewtwo has no father, and fortunately and unfortunately Mew isn't the type of pokemon for therapy and consultation sessions. And when the literal god of the multiverse isn't going to accept you, then you know any hope for your survival is lost. It's going to be bad there Arceus. We know it's going to be bad. It's not my place to interfere. I'm just the mediator when it comes to time. Hate to say this but…"

"Father, you have to fix this on your own."

Rarely, in any circumstance, would Dialga call Arceus by "father." They weren't exactly biological. The only thing that could really relate them as family is the fact that Arceus creates Dialga, and his other two siblings of course. To call him father meant he was serious. Giratina barely used the term, and Palkia even less (well let's just say Palkia's respect for things has gone down hill) The term itself was used in an honorable manner, referring to the eternal bond that the four legendaries had.

Dialga left him to his own thoughts. As the temporal dragon left, he felt off once again. Dang it, and just when I thought my headache was gone… He went to his room to rest, unaware of the threat coming in the future.

End of Flashback

…

While Mewtwo didn't hear the conversation between Dialga and Arceus (which was fortunate and rather unfortunate) the conversation he had with the Alpha still gave him shivers. This may not end well, and his reputation may be shattered even more once finding out about what is written in the archives of the Ark itself. Those archives were and still are his life, his genetic code. It was what he was made of.

He sighed as he flew through the black void of space towards his destination. Mewtwo could survive in space. Most legendaries could. But to him, it felt natural. He constantly used his psychic powers to get around, and here it was no different. Yet without the constant tug of gravity, it was so, so much easier not having to focus.

Depressing thoughts aside, Mewtwo thought to himself. I came here for something, and I intend to take it. He took a look at the planet below him. Currently, from where he was staring, it was clearly nighttime on that side of the planet. Once quick glance and he could see the obvious difference from the Pokemon world and this one.

It was so technologically advanced. Cities lit up the coastline and brightened the world. In the Pokemon World, everything was dark. There was no technology, aside from a few things. There were no lights, there was no air conditioning. He had gotten used to it after leaving, yet there were some things that he missed. Mint chocolate chip ice cream was one of them.

Perhaps, one day I will visit there, he vowed to himself. In truth, Mewtwo had never set foot upon the planet below him. At one point he was intended to go there. But at the same time, that was short lived, and Mewtwo could never remember why. He might find those answers here.

He scoffed. Might was an understatement. Most likely. Probably. No, definitely. Did Mewtwo want to see some of those answers? Not particularly. Yet there was no other way to go about this. Of course, now he was just stalling himself outside of the giant space station itself. The psychic cat had to go in by this point. No more waiting.

Mewtwo focused, and quickly teleported himself into the Space Colony Ark. He felt gravity take ahold of him in an instant. Slowly he floated down to the metallic floors, letting his feet touch the ground. His spine shivered a little. The floor was cold, unlike what he was previously used to. However, it was just a cold floor, he wouldn't let it stop him from getting what he wanted.

No, correction, what Arceus wanted. Mewtwo never, ever, wanted to come back here in his life. Yet there were some things that he was curious about. Of course, there were many unknown things about his life. Did he want some answered? Oh yes. But did he want everything answered? Probably not.

Before he did anything, he did a quick scan through of the place with his mind. No one, Mewtwo thought silently. He expected this of course. No one had been up on the space station for over fifty years. Well, that wasn't the complete truth, as a few years earlier the planet itself was in danger of the colony crashing into it. And then there was the alien invasion a year ago as well. But it never hurt to check.

Once he didn't sense any living thing on the station, he walked around slowly. The metal kept touching his feet, and eventually the sensations that went up his spine disappeared. Mewtwo became used to it. He hadn't been used to it in so long. It wasn't cold in the ARK, and it wasn't warm either. It felt...lifeless. And he knew it wasn't supposed to be this way.

The halls were silent, but Mewtwo knew it wasn't silent. He could hear their voices, those of scientists rushing through the halls, all of them a mess because of an emergency. The voice of a giant monster, one who roared loudly as he fell to the ground. The voice of a child crying, as he stood over his fallen friend. These voices overshadow Mewtwo's mind.

He shook his head, attempting to remove these thoughts. This place brought back too many memories. Both good and bad. Yet Mewtwo had to keep heading forward. He came here to get something, and he intended to leave with it. Not that he had a choice in the matter. Scratch that, the psychic cat did. His curiosity got the better of him.

What was that thing she used to say? "Curiosity killed the cat?" Ah yes, that was it. From a young age, he desperately wanted to learn. Mewtwo wanted knowledge, and he got it. While humans, well most humans, weren't the most reliable, if it's one thing he had to give them credit for, it was knowledge. Pokemon did have knowledge, but it did not compare to the vast range humans could potentially possess.

Heck, he was walking through one of humanity's greatest achievements at the moment! And if Mewtwo really wanted to go further...he could say that he was and still is humanity's greatest achievement. But the psychic cat wanted to cross that one off the list. Created by humans...and I still hate the thought of it, his mind wandered.

Yet the creation of life was no small feat. The creation of two lives wasn't any tiny job. It took years, probably even a decade to even complete both at the same time. Course he wouldn't know the timespan. Whatever made any sense of it was blown up in the lab he destroyed years ago. And even then, Mewtwo still believed a little that he shouldn't have killed them.

Fuji was one of them, Mewtwo remembered. At that point, he most definitely went insane. Yet, was it right of me to take a life? Those other humans...they cared nothing for me. But does the taking of one's life who does not care for another justify it? Is that truly what punishment is? He shook his head. I haven't even been here five minutes and I'm contradicting myself. I must leave soon.

Truth be told, finding his way around the ARK was a bit challenging. He hadn't been here for so long. Unfortunately his memory wasn't the greatest, ever since the incident where Fuji decided to drug him. Mewtwo wandered aimlessly through the halls, occasionally taking a left, then a right. He took another right, but curiosity began to tug at his mind again. A nagging feeling.

Maybe he should've taken a left? But why? That nagging feeling was back again, and once again, curiosity took over the psychic cat. He wanted to find out what was down that hallway. He shook his head. This better not kill me, Mewtwo thought. He backtracked, and this time, took a left. He floated down the hallway, and soon, it opened up to a large room.

He stared into the large area. Mewtwo knew this place very well. The tables. The kitchen off to the side. The voices talking among themselves, having a normal conversation. The sound of a young girl laughing in excitement at the sight of someone in front of her experiencing something for the first time. Mewtwo felt dizzy. He was right. That was when he remembered where he was. A small cafeteria. The psychic fell into unconsciousness.

Mewtwo was right. His curiosity was going to kill him.

Flashback

"Where are we going?" A young voice asked. The voice belonged to a small, grayish cat, with a purple tail. His height was only up to the waist of the young girl who was currently dragging him along by his alienish hand to some unknown place in the ARK. Where he was being dragged off to he had no idea. The girl dragging him to who knows where wouldn't say.

"I'm not telling you Mewtwo!" she said excitedly. "You'll find out for yourself!" "Is it more…?" the young pokemon didn't feel like finishing that sentence. "No more tests for today," she assured him. She knew he didn't like those. Of course, she had to deal with something similar to it. "I promise you'll like it."

"But Maria, what is it?!"

The girl, Maria Robotnik, was at least ten years old by this point. Her hair was as golden as ever, albeit a little bit shorter. She wore a short blue dress, matching her shining blue eyes. Yet despite her beautiful appearance and the looks of a healthy girl, there was an underlying tone that said otherwise, and she barely knew anything about it.

Neuro Deficiency Syndrome. A disease that is barely noticeable but deadly. Because of this, there was no doubt that Maria would probably die young. So her grandfather, Professor Gerald Robotnik, worked around the clock to come up with a cure for Maria. Yet despite this, he still hasn't found a cure for the disease.

And here she was, walking through the hallways with her friend. A young pokemon named Mewtwo. Yes, the name wasn't that original, but it did suit him. For the psychic type, he didn't mind it that much. Of course, Mewtwo barely understood humans to begin with. But he trusted in the fact that humans named him this way. After all, he was created by them.

Today was just an average day for the two friends. Well, if you discount the fact that the Professor was fussing over that Maria had a slight cold. While it didn't seem like much, even a cold could be deadly as the flu. So, according to what the psychic cat heard from the blonde haired girl, the professor was sending them to some place that he had never been before.

Well, there's a lot of places that Mewtwo had never been before on the ARK. He never came out of where he was kept, for safety reasons of course. The matter and procedure of his creation had to be very secretive. Even more so, because of certain conditions, his primary creator couldn't see him that often. Mewtwo had to admit, he only saw the doctor maybe once or twice in his life so far.

"It's a surprise silly!" Maria teased. "That's why you're not supposed to find out!" Mewtwo sighed in frustration. He really wanted to know where they were going. Nevertheless, he followed behind his human companion, no longer pleading to find out what this place was. If she wasn't going to tell him, that was that. And the psychic cat knew better than to cross her. A humiliating defeat at a board game showed him that.

"But I promise you'll like it," she told him again. "I like it too." "You do?" he asked. She nodded, humming in confirmation. "It's a nice place, and there's many other humans too. You'll like them." He would take trust in her words. If she said it was a good place, he would think so too.

They rounded a corner, and immediately a strange aroma filled his senses. The sensation nearly overwhelmed him. What was that? Mewtwo has ever experienced something like this before. He was so used to the smell of chemicals and other clean varieties that this was so unknown to him. It smelled so good.

There were more people in the hallway now, walking in the opposite direction from where the duo came from. They seemed happy, and chatted among themselves. The strange yet intriguing scent became stronger, and the psychic cat had to admit, it made his mouth water. That was when they reached their destination.

The young pokemon couldn't believe his eyes. It was a large room, filled with people sitting at tables. And they appeared to be eating and talking. On the other side was an open part, revealing another human cooking...was that food? It wasn't like any food he ever saw. Of course, Mewtwo hardly needed food to begin with. Yet this was a surprise.

"Welcome to the cafeteria!" Maria told him. Mewtwo looked at her. "A...cafe...teria?" he tried to pronounce it. "What is it?" "It's a place where people get food and talk!" She said. "It's one of my favorite places. The cook makes really good food too!"

"Oh," was all he answered, as he glanced back towards this "cafeteria" as Maria called it. There were so many different smells, all of which were very appetizing. He couldn't decide his favorite. "I like it," the psychic cat answered.

"I told you that you would like it!" Maria said happily, with a smile on her face. Then, this was replaced by a look of determination. "Come on! Let's go get something to eat!" She walked ahead, now grabbing Mewtwo's paw and dragging him along with her. "Wait, right now!?" He exclaimed. "Mm hm!" Maria hummed as she nodded. "Grandpa wanted me to get something warm to help with my cold."

"Maria, is this okay?" Mewtwo had to ask. The young pokemon was barely let out of the room he was staying him. Only a few humans saw him at a time. For him to go into a large room full of other humans than the ones he saw would no doubt be interesting. Especially when they would probably be a little bit freaked out by his "feline attributes" as the professor said one day.

"Of course it is!" She reassured him. "They'll like you and think you're cute!" He nearly blushed in embarrassment at this. "Hey! I'm not cute!" He whined. She could only giggle at his response. "Let's go get something good to eat!" His anger went away in an instant. Food that didn't smell and taste bad? He liked the sound of that! "Yeah!" He stated in excitement, and the two went into the cafeteria.

Both headed for the counter that handed out the food. Along the way, scientists no doubt took notice of him. After all, it wasn't everyday that a bipedal, grey alien cat came walking into the cafeteria. He noticed the looks on their faces. Mewtwo was getting worried. What would they say about him? He shouldn't be here right now, no matter what Maria said about him.

Yet, their looks betrayed their attitudes about himself. He heard a few whispers in the back. "Hey isn't that the professor's creation?" He heard one say. "He's very cute! I wonder what he can do!" Another person said. "Is he like a cat? Does he like fish?" Someone else said in the back. They actually… like him?

"See? I told you they would like you!" Mewtwo heard Maria whisper in his ear. Truth be told, the psychic cat wasn't expecting anything like this. This was the very last thing that came to his mind. These humans liked him? Maybe all humans aren't that bad. He looked back at some of the scientists, his purple pupils widened in interest at them. Was one of them waving at him?

"Mewtwo, come on!" He heard her say. He turned their backs to them, now reaching the counter. It was a bit taller than he was, so he had to levitate off of the ground in order to reach over it. Mewtwo swore he heard someone in the background whisper in awe at his, "seemingly incredible but easy to do in his opinion" achievement.

"Good morning Miss Robotnik," a man on the other side of the counter said to her. He had a white apron on, and appeared to be making something. "It's good to see that you're doing better today. What can I get for you?" His eyes then trailed over to the small, cat like pokemon next to her. A bit of interest perked on his face. "Oh? And who might you be?"

He didn't feel like introducing himself. The tension of being in a new place with all these new humans finally seemed to be getting to him. Maria could see his hesitation regarding the situation. "His name is Mewtwo," she began. "He's my friend!" "Ah, making friends, aren't we now?" the man said. She nodded to him.

"Very well, what would you like?" he asked. "May I please have a bowl of soup and some hot cocoa?" Maria asked politely. "Ah, something to warm you up, yes?" he said. "What is the reason?" "Grandpa said it would help me with my cold," she told him. "Ah is that all? Well then, I'll get it for you young lady." "Thank you!"

The two then found a table to sit at, and waited. Soon enough, the man brought over what Maria previously ordered. He set it down in front of her. Mewtwo watched in awe, his violet eyes wide and curious at the sight before him. He had never seen anything like this before in his life. All he got were some stupid brown pellets and some weird tasting berries.

Maria began to eat, but then took notice of her friend's silence. She looked up at him, only to have him look away, blushing in embarrassment. "Mewtwo?" Maria asked her feline friend. He turned his head back to her. "Yeah?" he answered. "Is something wrong?" she asked him. Out of curiosity, Mewtwo pointed his three fingered hand at her soup.

"Is it...good?" Mewtwo asked. "Of course it is!" Maria smiled at him, eating another spoonful of the soup. "Would you like to try some?" She gestured to the bowl. He grew nervous. What if he tried it, then got sick from it? Or worse, he dies? All Mewtwo had during his life were those pellets and the berries. But, if Maria said it was good, it was good, right?

"I'm...not sure it's a good idea…" he said pitifully, when in reality he really wanted to try it. But the consequences seemed too drastic. "You'll be fine," she assured him. "If I can eat it, you can eat it!" Of course, this was coming from a ten year old girl, who still had absolutely no idea that it wasn't a good idea to give chocolate to a normal cat. Yet Mewtwo was no normal cat.

He stared at her, seeing that she was pushing the bowl towards him. The young psychic cat grew nervous. "Oh...ok…" Mewtwo stuttered. Using his psychic abilities, he levitated the spoon, forcing it to pick up some of the pieces of chicken and noodles in the broth. Then, he moved it towards his mouth, ready to take a bite.

"Mewtwo, don't eat that!"

He knew that voice. Professor Robotnik. He lost his concentration on the spoon, and it as well as its contents fell back into the bowl, causing some of the broth to spill out into the table. Both human and pokemon looked over to see the old man running frantically towards them. He looked as if he were in a rush.

"You shouldn't be eating that!" He scolded the grey cat. "Do you know what could happen to you if you ate that? How many spoonfuls have you taken?!" Mewtwo was scared. He knew what the professor could do to him if he was in trouble. He frantically shook his head in fear. "N...None sir!" Mewtwo replied, almost as if he was a soldier being punished by a general.

"It's my fault, grandpa," Maria spoke up, barely whispering her answer. Her head was down, but her face was filled with guilt. "Maria, what have I told you? He can't eat things like we can! Or at least we're not sure yet he can yet. Either way, he could've died Maria! Do you know what would happen with Dr. Fuji…"

A strong scent caught Mewtwo's noise. He tuned out the argument between the two humans to look over at the source of the sweet smell. It was coming from whatever Maria ordered. A drink of some sorts. It was a light brown, and steam slowly seeped out of it. The psychic cat was curious by this. And, unlike last time, his curiosity took over his better judgement. He just hoped his curiosity wouldn't get him killed.

"I'm...sorry grandpa," Maria whispered, a few tears coming out of her eyes. The professor felt like he was going to cry as well. Maria was his pride and joy, his reason for being up here in the first place. He could never stay mad at her for very long. "It's alright my dear," Gerald reassured her. "It was an accident, that's all. Let's get you two…"

Wham! The sound of something plastic was slammed against the table. Both Maria and Gerald turned around at the source. One was smiling happily. The other was looking like he was about to faint in horror. There it was, the plastic cup that held Maria's hot chocolate, now empty, save for a few drops. It's holder? A three fingered, grey hand, who had just slammed it onto the table.

A smirk grew on his face. His determination is what caused him to slam the thing in the first place. He just proved to the professor that he could have things like this, without having to die. He no longer wanted those pellets and berries. He wanted to try more. To know more. So with pleading eyes, he looked up at the professor.

"Professor, may I have more of this?" Mewtwo asked, taking advantage of the fact that he was a young pokemon.

Professor Gerald fainted.

End of Flashback

Mewtwo awoke about ten minutes later. He realized he was on the cold, metallic floor, and levitated himself up. The psychic cat clenched his head, another headache coming on. He hadn't even been here an hour and he was already getting nightmares. No, not nightmares, Mewtwo reminded himself. Memories…

He brushed whatever dust was on his fur off and left the abandoned cafeteria. This was getting nowhere. Mewtwo had no time to go through his whole slew of memories that were just begging to come out and say hello. Yet, he couldn't stop thinking about that day. That was the first time he tried something so… "human."

His mind went over the events after that event. Professor Gerald had yelled at him of course. The human had come to the conclusion that if chocolate is bad for cats, the same could be said for the psychic feline. Yet again, he was proven wrong, as Mewtwo didn't get sick nor died. So it was decided at that point to have him try more things.

Mewtwo supposed that it is this taste for something so human that has some of the other legendaries biting at his heels, trying to get him to die. His enormous IQ. His taste for human food instead of berries. And even worse, his use of technology created by humans. While at some points he would mock the stupidity of humans, at other times he could only marvel at such creations that even Arceus himself couldn't even create.

It is this humanlike behavior that sets him apart from other legendaries. Nevertheless, he couldn't help himself. There was too much trauma in his mind to end these habits. And as much as he tried, Mewtwo knew that there would be those out there who still wouldn't respect him for who he was.

Why wasn't this the same for other man made pokemon? He thought as he continued his trek through the silent halls. Of course, Mewtwo obviously knew of those who came before him and those who came after him. Genesect, a fossil resurrected but modified by humans. Still, it was a pokemon in the past, so they treat them nicely. Magearna, who was entirely man made, was treated better than he was.

He shook his head, now coming closer to the center of the ARK. Was he always going to be treated this way? Is it always going to be like this? Mewtwo couldn't remember the last time he was treated well. It was always hatred. Hatred doubled over with fear. Fear. This emotion he sometimes took advantage of. Yet he didn't want to be feared or hated at the same time.

The psychic cat didn't even realize that he stepped foot into the area where he needed to go. The center of the ARK. The control room itself. The entire area was open, revealing a drop below him. In its center was a large database, one where Mewtwo knew he would get his answers from.

Not wanted to test the weight of the small bridge that led to the computer, he levitated himself over to the computer, landing in front of it. Fortunately, and rather unfortunately since Mewtwo didn't want to be here in the first place, he knew all of the professor's passwords, and they weren't that hard to figure out in the first place. It doesn't help when most of them are "MARIA."

He used his psychic abilities to type away at the keyboard (since he only had three fingers to begin with, and not to mention the keys were too small for his fingertips. Normally he wouldn't have minded, but Mewtwo really wanted to leave) Enter password. M.A.R.I.A. And thus, he was in the database.

His eyes could only slightly keep up at the pace of which the files loaded. There were hundreds, if not thousands of files loaded up on this hunk of junk. Just how many files were there on here? Mewtwo scrolled through them, until he came across one that he knew would hold the answers he was seeking.

Gerald's diary. With caution, he opened the file. His eyes looked in awe at the entries that lay before him on the screen. Mewtwo knew Gerald wrote a lot, but this...how much free time did the professor really have? He always known him to be very busy, but to write hundreds upon hundreds of entries like this, this must've taken him years.

The entries dated back so long ago, even before his creation. Mewtwo scanned through the titles, searching for some hint about the professor's research when it came to the stone tablet. The headlines at this point weren't interesting. That was when he spoke too soon. One seemed to pop out at him, and it caught his interest.

"Dec. 19th- A man from another dimension" it was titled. This was when he knew that he was close. "Dec. 24- A link established" another one said. "Dec. 29th-In person" and other. "Jan 4- Project Discussion" and other. "Jan 12- Collaboration" "Jan 16- Progression" "Jan 29- Sucess" And finally… "Feb 6- Discovery"

Mewtwo knew what that was. It was the entry he managed to salvage from here long ago. But what his eyes went straight to was the entry after it. "Feb 6- Ancient Writings" There was another one written on the same day? How could that be? Mewtwo opened the file, reading the contents. His eyes widened in shock at the text.

"My friend, Dr. Fuji, came to me shortly after writing the previous entry. I handed him this stone tablet, and strangely enough, he recognized some of the writing!"

"That's...impossible…" Mewtwo muttered. "How could he have understood this?" He kept reading on. "He believes he might be able to translate the entire text without errors! I'm so relieved! If this entire text becomes legible, then perhaps we can fully understand what the ancient echidnas meant by this prophecy of theirs!"

It was here. It was here the entire time. The answer that he had been seeking. Yet he didn't dare to come close because it was the ARK. He nearly slammed his fist in frustration onto the console. Mewtwo could've found his answers sooner if he had gotten over his fears of this place. He pulled out the flash drive that he had brought with him, and began downloading Gerald's diary.

Now the question was, where was the translation? Once again, he scrolled through the entries, trying to see if there was anything in there that was related to the translations. Yet, he found nothing. Did Gerald never bother to write any of this down at all? If Fuji had them, then…

No, the doctor couldn't have his own records on here as well, could he? It was one thing going through the professor's diary. But Fuji's? This would become a nightmare. What would he find in there about his creation? Mewtwo already had enough scars. He didn't need any more. Yet, he remembered Arceus' words. He had to go through it. No matter what the consequences were.

Once the diary finished downloading, Mewtwo logged out of the system. This time, he entered a different password. One he knew Fuji would use. A.M.B.E.R. Success, unfortunately for him. More files came up. These were similar to the professor's own, but there were more files that were about gene-splicing and genetics. The psychic looked to see if Fuji had a personal diary. And to his surprise, he did. It opened.

Unlike Gerald's, Fuji's entries were short and to the point, consisting of bullet points and notes. He went through the list, and again some of the files predated his own creation. But when he came to the same date that the professor wrote, the translation wasn't there. Where is it? Mewtwo thought. Surely the doctor was more organized than this?

He scrolled down further, going by a year's worth, no, more like two year's worth of entries. That was when he stumbled across a peculiar title. "Translation" It opened. And there it was, the entire tablet translated before his violet eyes.

Immediately, hoping to dear Arceus that nothing would interfere with him again, he began to download the doctor's diary. These words...they were so familiar to him, yet so much shrouded in mystery. Mewtwo read on.

A time when Antimatter and Time turn against Space, where Land and Sea become far from grace. The Alpha will fall from heaven's embrace, and the created must rise in his place. Seven shall rise, as heroes from another world will be caught in the fight. Seven shall fall, as power will be lost to the light. Others will try, but even legends will fail the fight. But one will stand tall, as three unite.

The light will go out, taken in by Darkness' bout. Never in one's heart of might will it fall to the temptation of the light. But there must be ones to scout, as they too, will not be counted out. For when the hero of Light takes flight, the Light that Burns the Shadows will give all of its might.

Darkness shall rise to its reign, but lies weak in the sight of the white mane. But the hero of Light will be in line, as it takes three to reset time. To take the Darkness down as it remains, thus shall be reunited with the flames. And the Shadow of the Hero will stay until the end of time, with choices left untold by its mind.

This was it. If Mewtwo had any sympathy for his pathetic soul, he would've cried. Yet after reading something like this, there was no meaning for tears to be shed. Now he had to figure everything out. The diary finished downloading, and he pulled it out. His mind began to wander, and he unconsciously scrolled down to the next entry. The psychic cat looked back to console, and his eyes widened in fear.

"Sept 1- Destruction"

"Mewtwo attacked Shadow. Something is wrong. He went out of control today. He's been sedated until further notice. I have to take a look at him."

"Something is not right! His DNA! It's...That Gerald! I'll never give him my findings! As long as I live! If that idiot wishes to tamper with Mewtwo, then no more! I'll take him back to my own home if it's the last thing I do!"

"Mewtwo...I fear he is no longer fully pokemon...he's…"

He fled, flash drive in hand, horror in his torn soul, as tears fell from his eyes.

"Sir! There's been a security breach!"

"Where?!" A tall man with greyish hair and two different colored eyes asked. He was dressed in military uniform. Abraham Towers, Commander of G.U.N. Behind him sat a white bat, Rouge, who was also interested in what was going on. Both of them came up behind the man sitting in a chair.

"Th...the ARK sir!" he stuttered. Both human and bat looked at each other in shock. No one went up to the ARK. Especially not now. Commander Towers turned back to him. "Get me security footage right away! That's an order!" he shouted. "Yes sir!"

Footage appeared on the screen, showing various locations on the ARK. None of them seemed to show anything unnatural. That is, until it came to the control room. At first, everything seemed fine. But once they looked at the middle of the screen, they saw...something.

"Who the heck is that?!" Rouge exclaimed. The creature she saw on the screen was what appeared to be a tall, greyish, bipedal cat with a long, purple tail and horns for ears. It was staring at the computer, which was surprisingly on. How had that thing manage to get into the ARK's database?

Towers stood there speechless. He knew who that was. He could not forget him. Then, he heard said creature's breath hitch, as if it had discovered something. And in an instant, it fled, not even bothering to turn off the console.

"Mewtwo...He's alive…"

Author's Note

Oh my Arceus. I'm so sorry this is so late guys. I didn't mean for it to be so late. School has been killing me ever since I took this online course (which thankfully is almost done) I won't do something like this again. Seriously, three months is waaaaay too long. Again, I deeply apologize.

I had this chapter planned for a very long time. Hopefully it explains the weird scene in chapter 14 hehe. I really don't want to say much regarding things in the chapter, but here's one thing. When thinking of young Mewtwo, think of "The Uncut Story of Mewtwo's Origin." I would say he's that young. However, I do plan on writing a prequel/semi-sequel regarding all of these flashbacks and stuff.

Lastly, tell me what you guys think! I love reviews! It keeps me going and knows you guys like this story! Legit, the reviews brought me back to it.

Oooo the prophecy has fully been revealed! What does it mean?

Until Next Time, See Ya Universe!

Palkia