Chapter 7
The night was warm and muggy, Mike lay on his side in the grass, what he wouldn't give for a pillow right now. Their were none of the things he took for granted here, no bathrooms, no buildings even, not even beds. He had found a sizeable lump of dried grass and was using that to support his head but still he tossed and turned uncomfortably.
He got up, the moon was high in the sky, casting its dim glow on the surrounding forested landscape. How pretty the moon was, nestled between the clouds and the stars, like an infant in its mothers arms. It was pretty. He walked over to the pond nearby, several Lotads were sleeping peacefully in the shallows and he could hear the occasional splash of a Poliwag as it touched the surface. He took off his shoes and dipped his toes daintily in the cold water. A voice behind him made a muffled cough. Turning around he spotted the gray pokémon with the purple belly and twitching tail.
"Hello Mike." Addressed the creature, "I don't think in all the day's excitement I've had a chance to introduce myself, I am called Mewtwo."
The name struck a bell, he had heard rumors of this legendary pokémon. "The child of Mew?"
"Yes, that is me. I see I am not totally unknown in the human world. I...sensed you were awake and thought you would want to talk."
"About what?" Mike asked, looking at the water.
"Well, that's what I came here for, for you to ask me questions."
"You run things here?" asked Mike, picking a water lily and examining it.
"Yes."
"Why? Why do you wage this war?"
"Self defense is not a war...you see, it is Team Rocket who is creating these hostilities. They provoke us."
Mike tossed the water lily into the pond, then picked another one. "But the human world is positively jam packed with pokémon, it doesn't need any more. So why do you so desperately want to hook up with it? Why not just shut yourself and your little band in this world and live by yourselves? Or you could all go to the human world and all live there."
"We could...but...but that would mean that if the human world ran out of pokémon then their would be no way of replacing them...we need to keep their numbers high and with people like Team Rocket running around one can't take chances like that."
"What would it matter, they are all just the descendants of people anyway. If anything, it would be an end to all the horrors those organizations commit."
Mewtwo wavered for a moment, then turned and began walking off. "I think that's enough for tonight, perhaps another time we will finish this conversation."
Mike looked at the Lotad a few feet from him, slumbering in some deep dream that had not been spoiled by the conversation. Mike reached over and touched the Lotad on the leaf. "Hey little fella. Wake up." The Lotad's eyes shot open and looked at Mike somewhat groggily. "What do you think? Do you think we ought to be fighting this war with Team Rocket?" The water grass pokémon looked puzzled, probably still frazzled from being woken up in the middle of the night to such a strange question. "Cause if you do, you can come along I'm blowing this hamburger stand."
He knew where she slept, and it didn't take long to find her supinating against a tree near the woods edge fast asleep. Mike shook her shoulder "Come on wake up!"
She mumbled "Eh? What's going on?" as her blue eyes groggily opened to reveal the disturbance of her rest. "You! What do you want at this time of night?"
"I'm getting out of here, I thought you want to come."
"Well, yeah I want out of here but how? They need to find another portal."
"Baloney."
"You don't trust them?"
"Bout as far as I can throw them right now."
"Why not?"
"A hunch. If you don't want to come don't follow me." And with that he turned and began walking off. The girl didn't know what to say, they didn't even know each others names yet. She got up and chased after him "Hey, wait!"
Mewtwo leaned back in his chair, the only one on this lonely little planet, inside his little grey tent, which was also the only of its kind. He propped his feet up on his desk, also a unique piece and picked up a small Trapinch toy. Made of plastic in little letters on the bottom it read "Made in China" it had a little opening and closing mouth and waddled along with the assistance of a quartet of legs that spun slowly allowing the toy to hobble in one direction after being wound up, all the time snapping its huge jaw. He rolled the toy around in his hands, winding it up a little and allowing it to make snapping motions at him. Next he picked up two small plastic figurines of humans, these had no animation to them. The first merely depicted a man in a blue sweater standing in an upright postion. The other, a man in a red business suit standing in a similar position. He inspected both carefully then, making sure no one was around watching through the windows, set up the two plastic men next to each other on the desk. Grabbing a hold off the man in the red suit he spoke in a childish voice "Yay, I win, now I can conquer the world!" Then holding the blue sweatered character announced in the same voice "Oh, no, we're doomed, whatever shall we do?". He then placed the characters right next to each other and continued the conversation "Ha ha ha, your next!" "Oh no" "Oh Yes!" all the while reaching for the Trapinch toy "Suffer my wrath" "Ahhhh" He wound the toy slowly "Take that loser! All your pokémon are mine!" "Never". Then he set the trapinch tow down and watched at eye level as the toy shuffled towards the figures. "I'll spit on you you meanie" "You do and it'll be punishment". He grabbed the blue vested doll "Hey! What's that?" as the figure was motioned towards the advancing Trapinch "I don't know". Then, as the Mewtwo giggles as the advancing Trapinch knocked over first the red suited doll, then the blue sweatered one. This was just too funny. His giggled turned into a chuckle, he chuckle amusedly at the fate of the plastic figures. In his mirth he didn't see the toy still chugging away towards the edge of the table. His chuckle was now a laugh and he sat back in his chair as he releshed his the triumph of the plastic Trapinch. Finally calming down, he looked around for the toy. It wasn't on the desk, a few moments later he found it on the ground near the edge of the desk. Puzzled, he went back to his work.
The night was warm and muggy, Mike lay on his side in the grass, what he wouldn't give for a pillow right now. Their were none of the things he took for granted here, no bathrooms, no buildings even, not even beds. He had found a sizeable lump of dried grass and was using that to support his head but still he tossed and turned uncomfortably.
He got up, the moon was high in the sky, casting its dim glow on the surrounding forested landscape. How pretty the moon was, nestled between the clouds and the stars, like an infant in its mothers arms. It was pretty. He walked over to the pond nearby, several Lotads were sleeping peacefully in the shallows and he could hear the occasional splash of a Poliwag as it touched the surface. He took off his shoes and dipped his toes daintily in the cold water. A voice behind him made a muffled cough. Turning around he spotted the gray pokémon with the purple belly and twitching tail.
"Hello Mike." Addressed the creature, "I don't think in all the day's excitement I've had a chance to introduce myself, I am called Mewtwo."
The name struck a bell, he had heard rumors of this legendary pokémon. "The child of Mew?"
"Yes, that is me. I see I am not totally unknown in the human world. I...sensed you were awake and thought you would want to talk."
"About what?" Mike asked, looking at the water.
"Well, that's what I came here for, for you to ask me questions."
"You run things here?" asked Mike, picking a water lily and examining it.
"Yes."
"Why? Why do you wage this war?"
"Self defense is not a war...you see, it is Team Rocket who is creating these hostilities. They provoke us."
Mike tossed the water lily into the pond, then picked another one. "But the human world is positively jam packed with pokémon, it doesn't need any more. So why do you so desperately want to hook up with it? Why not just shut yourself and your little band in this world and live by yourselves? Or you could all go to the human world and all live there."
"We could...but...but that would mean that if the human world ran out of pokémon then their would be no way of replacing them...we need to keep their numbers high and with people like Team Rocket running around one can't take chances like that."
"What would it matter, they are all just the descendants of people anyway. If anything, it would be an end to all the horrors those organizations commit."
Mewtwo wavered for a moment, then turned and began walking off. "I think that's enough for tonight, perhaps another time we will finish this conversation."
Mike looked at the Lotad a few feet from him, slumbering in some deep dream that had not been spoiled by the conversation. Mike reached over and touched the Lotad on the leaf. "Hey little fella. Wake up." The Lotad's eyes shot open and looked at Mike somewhat groggily. "What do you think? Do you think we ought to be fighting this war with Team Rocket?" The water grass pokémon looked puzzled, probably still frazzled from being woken up in the middle of the night to such a strange question. "Cause if you do, you can come along I'm blowing this hamburger stand."
He knew where she slept, and it didn't take long to find her supinating against a tree near the woods edge fast asleep. Mike shook her shoulder "Come on wake up!"
She mumbled "Eh? What's going on?" as her blue eyes groggily opened to reveal the disturbance of her rest. "You! What do you want at this time of night?"
"I'm getting out of here, I thought you want to come."
"Well, yeah I want out of here but how? They need to find another portal."
"Baloney."
"You don't trust them?"
"Bout as far as I can throw them right now."
"Why not?"
"A hunch. If you don't want to come don't follow me." And with that he turned and began walking off. The girl didn't know what to say, they didn't even know each others names yet. She got up and chased after him "Hey, wait!"
Mewtwo leaned back in his chair, the only one on this lonely little planet, inside his little grey tent, which was also the only of its kind. He propped his feet up on his desk, also a unique piece and picked up a small Trapinch toy. Made of plastic in little letters on the bottom it read "Made in China" it had a little opening and closing mouth and waddled along with the assistance of a quartet of legs that spun slowly allowing the toy to hobble in one direction after being wound up, all the time snapping its huge jaw. He rolled the toy around in his hands, winding it up a little and allowing it to make snapping motions at him. Next he picked up two small plastic figurines of humans, these had no animation to them. The first merely depicted a man in a blue sweater standing in an upright postion. The other, a man in a red business suit standing in a similar position. He inspected both carefully then, making sure no one was around watching through the windows, set up the two plastic men next to each other on the desk. Grabbing a hold off the man in the red suit he spoke in a childish voice "Yay, I win, now I can conquer the world!" Then holding the blue sweatered character announced in the same voice "Oh, no, we're doomed, whatever shall we do?". He then placed the characters right next to each other and continued the conversation "Ha ha ha, your next!" "Oh no" "Oh Yes!" all the while reaching for the Trapinch toy "Suffer my wrath" "Ahhhh" He wound the toy slowly "Take that loser! All your pokémon are mine!" "Never". Then he set the trapinch tow down and watched at eye level as the toy shuffled towards the figures. "I'll spit on you you meanie" "You do and it'll be punishment". He grabbed the blue vested doll "Hey! What's that?" as the figure was motioned towards the advancing Trapinch "I don't know". Then, as the Mewtwo giggles as the advancing Trapinch knocked over first the red suited doll, then the blue sweatered one. This was just too funny. His giggled turned into a chuckle, he chuckle amusedly at the fate of the plastic figures. In his mirth he didn't see the toy still chugging away towards the edge of the table. His chuckle was now a laugh and he sat back in his chair as he releshed his the triumph of the plastic Trapinch. Finally calming down, he looked around for the toy. It wasn't on the desk, a few moments later he found it on the ground near the edge of the desk. Puzzled, he went back to his work.