Chapter 14
This story must have been forgotten during the summer. Well, that's what one gets for not updating. But I will now show you how improvisation can fix an error, hehe.
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"A Mighty Encounter"
The Hypno and Kadabra had carried John and Farfetch'd to the deepest part of the cave. At the end stood a mysterious figure with its back turned towards them. It jerked its head up, still not looking at its two servants.
"Did you bring them?" it calmly asked.
Kadabra and Hypno put down the trainer and Pokémon on the ground before they bowed to the larger psychic.
"Yes, Master. We have fulfilled our mission and brought the trespassers with us," they said in unison.
The figure's tail flicked as it hummed. "I sense you brought something else. You brought something I told not to," it said eerily.
Kadabra looked guiltily at the box of raspberry ice cream and shivered. "Just a box of…" He hesitated at first, but knew that his master would figure it out whether he wanted it or not. "…ice cream," he finished.
The figure snapped around, glaring with glowing blue eyes at the Kadabra. The mysterious beings face structure reminded much of a cat's. In fact, its entire body was like a feline's, only bigger. Unlike ordinary cats, it stood on its rear limbs, and seemed to float to boot.
"How dare you!" it snapped at the Kadabra. "How dare you consume that in my presence? The nerve!" it growled.
"I'm sorry, Master," Kadabra apologised with fear in his psychic voice.
John and Farfetch'd woke up at the same time. John screamed when he saw the mysterious figure and the other two psychics.
"You really have the nerve walking into my secret dungeon, human!" the figure bellowed at John.
"Secret?" he said, not getting a single thing. "But the cave's just outside Cerulean City, visible to everyone!"
"I HATE HUMANS!" it roared.
"Could you let me go?" asked Farfetch'd, "I'm not human." The duck made a peace sign with his feathery fingertips.
"You have a trainer, and therefore I don't like you," the mysterious figure declared.
"I wonder what kind of a Pokémon that is," John then mused as he put up his Pokédex.
"Mewtwo the psychic Pokémon: This Pokémon is said to have been cloned from the legendary Pokémon Mew. This Pokémon is said to be the strongest in the world and you're pretty screwed if you encountered it. Wait! I'm not supposed to have this information!" it beeped.
John gaped at the contraption, wasn't it supposed to know about this "Mewtwo" thing?
"So you revealed my identity, human, but that won't help," Mewtwo snarled, "You won't stop me from finishing my creation!"
John looked at the psychic in fear. Despite him being too stupid to fear something, he was scared now. And when something scares John, it's scary. Farfetch'd didn't seem so scared however.
"Look here, Almighty-Powerful, why do you speak without using your mouth?" he inquired snidely.
"I'm psychic," it simply stated, sending a leer towards the duck.
"Nuh-uh! I don't believe you! You use it because you want to sound mean, speak up using your mouth!" Farfetch'd demanded.
"Are you giving me orders?" threatened Mewtwo, slightly taken aback.
"No, I'm daring you! If you can't speak using your mouth, you aren't powerful enough!"
Mewtwo stared at the duck with glowing blue eyes for a while, and then spoke, "Very well."
"The mouth, cat-thing, use the mouth! Do it!"
Mewtwo inhaled and cleared its throat, preparing to use its physical voice.
"Meow," it uttered. It sounded like a newborn innocent little kitten, and it quickly covered its mouth with both of its paws. It even blushed in embarrassment.
Farfetch'd crossed his wings and sighed. "Give me a Fetching break," he muttered. "Are you gong to cough up some hairballs as well, you little kitten?" the duck mocked.
"Mrrreoww!" Mewtwo meowed, sounding more hostile. It then covered its mouth again with its paws.
"You probably don't even have any claws concealed in those paws. An ordinary Meowth is more dangerous than you!" added Farfetch'd.
John did his best not to laugh out loud, but Kadabra and Hypno were failing miserably. They lay on the ground laughing so hard that they could barely breathe. It was then John noticed something horrible.
"NOoo! You've eaten all of my ice cream! I will get you!" he yelled, tears flowing out of his eyes. He whipped up his mallet out from nowhere and whacked Kadabra so hard that he was sent flying into Hypno. Both psychics were thrown into the wall and fell down in a heap, beaten.
"Don't cause too much ruckus! My creation could get destroyed!" Mewtwo warned.
Farfetch'd jumped up on John's shoulder. "Maybe we should take this chance and run away," he suggested. "Nice doing handling those psychics," he added, glancing at the Kadabra and Hypno.
"No, I wanna show Mewtwokitten the wrath of my mallet!" John protested.
"Misty's mallet, John. Let's get the Fetch outta here!" Farfetch'd shouted at his trainer.
John didn't comply and did what his Pokémon told him to. They turned around and made a run for it, but Mewtwo just stared at them.
"Fools, you can't escape me!" he declared, clapping his paws. "Guards! Get them!" he demanded.
Almost instantly, two Rhydon stepped up in front of the only opening, blocking John and Farfetch'd only way to freedom.
"Blast, we're stuck!" said Farfetch'd as he stopped. John, however, readied his mallet.
"NOT TODAY!" he shouted heroically, leaping towards the Rhydon with his mallet ready.
"John, don't… never mind," muttered Farfetch'd.
John did a powerful, vertical whack on the Rhydon's head, a hard whacking sound was heard. The Rhydon, however, wasn't fazed, and the head of the mallet was pulverized after the blow. All John held in his hand was a short stick.
The Rhydon loomed over him, glaring at him. John threw away the stick and tried to break through, but was lifted up by the standing drill Pokémon.
Farfetch'd had also been caught by the second Rhydon, but since he had been thrashing about too much, the captor held him in a tight bear hug.
The two drill Pokémon brought them back to Mewtwo, but they didn't put them down.
"Let me inform you that no human has left this place alive, and I'll make sure that you won't either. I'll-"
Ding!
Mewtwo jerked its head up at the sound. It turned around and dashed around the corner. It was quiet for a while.
"John, I'm scared, I don't know what that psycho is up to," Farfetch'd worriedly told his trainer. John just looked back at him as if it were raining.
Farfetch'd looked up at the Rhydon which was holding him tightly.
"Could you at least put me down?" he suggested, as he received a menacing snarl from the Rhydon as it bared its fangs.
The duck gulped. "But how about a leek, then?" he suggested, suddenly realizing that he wasn't in possession of the leek, but saw it lying on the ground below him. "Down there," he wheezed nodding to the direction. The Rhydon looked down at the vegetable, and reached down with one of his claws to get it.
"HAHA!" laughed Mewtwo. "My creation is finally complete! The world will fall in front of me and everyone will bow down before me!"
Mewtwo came out from the corner, wearing a pair of potholders and a tall chef hat. It was holding a plate of something brown, and had a proud happy look on it.
"Behold my revolutionary Chocolate Soufflé will be entirely irresistible!" It held the plate of Chocolate Soufflé proudly to show it off to John and Farfetch'd. "With no fat!" it added.
Both John and Farfetch'd sweatdropped at the sight. The Rhydon which held Farfetch'd with one arm sniffed at the leek curiously. Right after that, it started to inhale uncontrollably, about to sneeze.
"No, don't do it, for the love of Lugia!" Farfetch'd pleaded, realizing that he was in the crossfire of where the Rhydon would sneeze.
"Don't!" Mewtwo warned, looking nervously at the Rhydon.
"Are you sure that soufflé is fat free?" John asked, not having realized that the Rhydon which held him in place weren't doing that any more, it had run up to the other one. When it was there it put its left forelimb under the other's snout to prevent it from sneezing. The other Rhydon exhaled calmly in a sigh.
A collective sigh exited everyone's mouths in the room. John, however, brought out Ka-Boom the Electrode. He picked up the big Pokémon and held it over his head with both arms.
"Pokéball XXL, go!" he yelled as he attempted to throw it. Ka-Boom was too heavy though, and John toppled over and fell on his back.
That was enough to cause enough vibration for the chocolate soufflé to sink down in a flat brown heap.
On top of it, the Rhydon which held Farfetch'd let out a powerful sneeze right at the duck. Poor Farfetch'd's feathers were completely covered in Rhydon snot.
"Eww! Rhydon snot!" Farfetch'd shouted. The Rhydon sneezed again, but this time faced another direction, letting the slimy duck go.
And to add some icing on the cake, Electrode exploded on John for having once again mistaken it for being a pokéball.
Collective silence…
"My soufflé!" Mewtwo howled.
"My feathers!" whined Farfetch'd.
"Our status," wheezed Kadabra and Hypno.
'My snout!' Rhydon roared after having sneezed three times.
"I'm sorry, Ka-Boom! Get off me!" pleaded John.
Another five minutes of painful silence. John was on his feet, and the healthy Rhydon was taking care of the other one. Farfetch'd hadn't moved due to all the snot covering his body but he wouldn't be able to get it off anyway.
Mewtwo was the first one to speak up.
"You insignificant human! Look what you did to my creation! For once it was perfect, but now it's ruined. RUINED!" it shouted, its face was beat red in anger even though it had fur to cover that up.
"Don't worry, Master, you could always bake a new," suggested Kadabra weakly, "third time's the charm!"
"Um, Kadabra?" squeaked Hypno, "Don't you mean the one hundred AND third time?"
Mewtwo almost exploded in anger and threw the dish at the two psychics. Both were covered in the remains of the ruined chocolate soufflé.
"YOU!" it roared at John who almost pissed his pants. "You will pay for this! I will make you my eternal slave!" It teleported and appeared right in front of John, grabbing his forehead. Eerie purple clouds appeared over the two.
"Listen well, human, you'll obey my commands. You will do whatever I tell you to. And you will always refer me as Master!" Mewtwo let go of John.
"But, Master!" called Hypno, "That won't work!"
"Silence, fool!" Mewtwo ordered as it sent a psychic blast at Hypno.
"Um, Mister?" John wondered, not having gotten anything.
"No! Not Mister, Master, you incompetent human!" Mewtwo yelled.
"Master, I know you can control minds, but this particular human doesn't have one!" warned Kadabra.
Mewtwo glared at John and made another attempt on brainwashing him.
"Will you obey my commands, slave?" it asked after being done.
John shook his head vivaciously. "No, Moster!"
Mewtwo gasped in shock, and repeated the process once again in high speed.
"I hope it worked now…" it mused.
"It surely didn't, Mustard!" he exclaimed happily.
"His mind is too stupid to be taken over!" Kadabra shouted.
Mewtwo put its paws on its head and kneeled down. A soft sobbing could be heard.
"Maybe you need a big hug!" John shouted as he gave Mewtwo a tight hug. Mewtwo didn't want to care.
"I hate it! Humans come in and out whenever they like it! They keep making a ruckus which ruins my soufflés!"
"Try moving the cave to a quieter place then," suggested Farfetch'd, "Like in the sea or something."
Mewtwo tossed John away and looked at Farfetch'd.
"A splendid idea!" it boomed. "Out there I'll be for myself! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
John sweatdropped, as did Farfetch'd, though he still couldn't get off that snot.
"So, human, let's do it this way; I teleport you and your Pokémon out of here, and I'll bring this entire cave to the sea."
"Can't you take us to Vermillion City?" suggested John.
"Granted," said Mewtwo as its eyes glowed blue.
The next thing that happened, John and co found themselves in Vermillion City.
"I can't get this disgusting Rhydon snot off me! Why didn't you ask Mewtwo to clear that up?"
"I think we should order pizza," said John simply.
Farfetch'd tried to fly up and smack him, but couldn't since the snot was weighing down his wings. He had to follow his trainer.
"Can't we just go to the PokéCentre?" the duck suggested?
"A splendid idea!" John imitated Mewtwo's voice when he said that.
When they had arrived at the PokéCentre, the nurses had washed away the gooey stuff on Farfetch'd.
(One hour later… since the author was too lazy to describe how they got into their room, etc etc…)
"What an adventure!" exclaimed John, sitting on his bed.
"Indeed," muttered Farfetch'd, looking at his trainer as if he wanted to wring his neck. "Crap, I forgot my leek in the cave. Quickly hand me one of your spare leeks, NOW!" the duck demanded.
John frantically searched through his backpack, but to his horror he couldn't find them.
"Eh, I kinda lost them…"
Farfetch'd twitched once, then twice.
"You… lost… them…?" he slowly stuttered. The duck was twitching madly now, and seemed really really pissed off!
The duck picked up a walkie-talkie, activating it.
"Okay team, code a42 has been broken. TEAM; ASSEMBLE!" he yelled into it.
To be continued…