Origins: Mewtwo
In Cerulean Cave, floated a Pokemon. Created by mankind as a weapon, he eliminated his masters with extreme prejudice. Now, constantly harassed by trainers who saw his uniqueness as nothing more than a prize to be won, he fled to Cerulean Cave for some semblance of peace. The official story is that the Pokemon League only allows League Champions to enter the hollowed cave. In truth, The Pokemon League knew nothing of him. He had been mind-controlling a guard ever since he moved here, secretly providing a hideaway for strong Pokemon, only letting cocky trainers into the belly of the beast.
He was Mewtwo, and this was his kingdom, a patch of dirt and clay in the middle of murky water his throne.
It had been a day like any other. Mewtwo was meditating, spanning his psychic power all over the known world to attempt to find Mew, his unwilling sire when a trainer caused a disturbance outside the cave. Concentrating on the guard, he could see the...man?
He was dressed in a purple hooded robe, eye level with the guard, yet the hood was large enough so that it hid his face in a black void, It wasn't the Pikachu or the Jigglypuff that stood obediently behind him, but the Pichu rested atop his shoulder.
Tapping into the Pichu's mind, the tiny thing barely had any memories. Was it a newborn?
Trainers discover breeding and have the audacity to send their newborns after me. Just when I thought their ilk could not be any more foolish.
"Sorry sir," Mewtwo psychically channeled the guard's former voice, that of a folksy, older fellow, "But you can't…"
Something tossed the guard aside, knocking him out.
Mewtwo's eyes widened. This he was not expecting.
The Caterpies burrowed in the walls of the cave served as his eyes and ears throughout the entire structure unwittingly reported the disturbing, baffling events that followed. The threesome made no effort to engage in proper battle, or even capture his subjects, Instead, the foursome marched with a purpose to his makeshift throne of stone amidst the muddy water, the Pikachu only firing warning Thunderbolts at Pokemon that approached. Even the Raichu's and the Gravelers stood aside.
Immediately, Mewtwo began to calculate. The only trainer-owned Pokemon who he knew of who walked freely attacking without command were Team Plasma devotees, something he'd only heard about from passing Unovan tourist. In that he'd also learned Team Plasma oft conducted multi-man raids of their opponents, So if that were the case, why was he here, alone?
It was only when, atop their trainer's shoulders, the group effortlessly floated across the lake within the cave did Mewtwo scratch that idea.
Are you even of this world? Mewtwo wondered.
And, like that, the trainer was before him, floating above the water. Mewtwo felt a blast of cold go up his cobbled-together spine. For the first time in the Pokemon's short yet rich life, he felt genuine fear.
"Mewtwo, we come to make an offer," boomed a posh voice.
The fear replaced itself with confusion. Briefly, he wondered how the trainer knew to address him with sentience, but he pushed those thoughts away, Shock best served to drop his guard, nothing more.
"I've only allowed you this far out of intrigue. You will not make demands of me."
Mewtwo focused, probing the man's mind. Ones and zeroes flooded his inner vision. This man was a machine. Mewtwo steadied his psychic energy, preparing to javelin himself through the psyche of…whatever this was. Immediately, the ones and zeroes dissipated, Now, he was in a purple void. A white-gloved hand appeared, simply wagging its finger at him. The psychic energy therein was enough to toss him out of the machine's brain and back into his own.
Mewtwo shook the cobwebs. eyes wide and veiny with shock.
"What are you?" demanded the white Pokemon.
"Everything you want to be," snapped back his opponent.
"Enough. Send your Pokemon forward, I wish to test you."
"You asked for it."
Pikachu and Pichu leaped off of the "trainer's" shoulders, hitting him with a double dose of ThunderBolt. A star-like bolt snapped out of Mewtwo's head, connecting with the Pikachu. Immediately, with a warbled cry and a glassy, dizzy expression in his eyes Pikachu plopped into the water. Pichu snapped his gaze to where Pikachu had landed briefly, immediately snapping his gaze to Mewtwo smacking into the man-made Pokemon with two successive Quick Attacks, zipping over the water, Now, the little thing was on his clay island, volleying him with Thunderbolts. Mewtwo batted the bolts away with simple waves of his clawed hand, taking the opportunity to examine the little Pichu. He could feel snaps of pain emanate from its mind, hear the little one's grunts, noises that were normally accompanied by something as mundane as a body blow from Elekid, not electricity jolting up one's entire body.
This Pichu is tough, hardened by battle. But how? Mewtwo wondered, To breed a Pokemon this well for battle would take decades, not years, of study.
Suddenly, the water began to spark with electricity, as if a generator's components were left frayed and out in the open. The thrashing of electricity crumbled the clay over which Mewtwo floated, As Pichu casually dove into the water as if this were rehearsed, Mewtwo flew up. A clever plan it was, to use the environment as their greatest weapon, but one had to work harder, think harder to beat Mewtwo.
As Pikachu erupted from the water, Mewtwo braced himself for the most brazen execution of a Skull Bash that he had ever seen.
"Jigglypuff, Rest!" called the hooded figure.
It was at that moment he saw Jigglypuff floating in the air next to him. The next moment, he felt it. A blast of indescribable energy, pulsating from the Jigglypuff to him, The second the energy hit him, his entire body fell limp. As he plopped into the water, he reminisced about the last time he'd been hit that hard, from the Kanto Champion's Alakazam. In his brief state of unconsciousness, Mewtwo saw the boy. Red cap, unfeeling glare…
Nudge nudge
Mewtwo snapped awake. The Pichu was making some childish, puffed-up face at him, Pikachu and Jigglypuff's stubby legs treading water just above them. Together, baby Pokemon and genetic abomination rose to the top.
"What was…"
"These are unique Pokemon," condescendingly chided the purple-robed man
"I can see that."
"I do not intend to capture you either,"
"I...deduced," grunted Mewtwo, casting an embarrassed glance down at the water.
"Can I tell him why we're here, pleeease?" Pichu whined suddenly, as Mewtwo snapped a horrified glance at him.
"No, I need to do that, but thank you for participating Pichu," warmly explained the human figure
"Your Pokemon speak the human tongue? And you give them agency? And the Pichu…"
I am capable of many things, rang the posh voice in Mewtwo's head.
"Yeah, the Master Hand isn't just an ordinary trainer," Pikachu explained.
"He knows a lot about how Pokemon, and the universe, works." chirped Jigglypuff, striking a dramatic ballet pose as she did
"And I can pass that knowledge onto you," added Master Hand, the Wire Frame man pointing a dramatic finger, " And guarantee your freedom after."
"Knowledge...from a progressive, powerful trainer. The offer is certainly intriguing, but what must I do in return?"
"I was just getting to that."
The cloaked figure tossed away the robe, revealing the body of a man generated in a vector graphics computer.
"I am a servant of the Master Hand. His only request is that you join us for a fighting tournament. You will have your own money to care for your growing brood of Pokemon. You will have to steal no more."
Mewtwo nodded. Having his powerful compatriots steal food had only drawn the attention of greedy trainers, and the few times he had attended to the matter himself had ended in complete disaster.
"I accept,"
"Good, where we are going exists outside of space and time, so your Pokemon brood will not be waiting for well...any time at all!"
Mewtwo gave a curt nod as Master Hand snapped his fingers. A portal appeared, and Mewtwo stepped through, Master Hand's odd entourage trotting behind him.
