Somewhere in the Distortion World...
Giratina frantically flew to the prison cell that held Prisoner M, only to enter right as the defective Mew teleported away in a flash of light, leaving behind a shattered prison cell and an army of unconscious Dusclops. Giratina floated over to the barely conscious Dusknoir that served as the general, and looked down at the Ghost Type that was slumped against the wall. The Renegade Pokémon already knew what obviously happened, he needed to find out what Origin Mew was planning. After all, it was customary for egotistical villains to declare what their plans were whenever they escaped.
General Dusknoir seemed to understand what Giratina wanted. "He said... he would show who the original Pokémon really was..."
The ghost type slumped back against the wall after that while Giratina started to panic, flying back and forth in a frenzied worry. "Not good, not good! Father is going to kill me, if Origin Mew doesn't kill him first! He was so overpowered back in Gen I that father had to imprison him, erase as much knowledge of him as possible and create an idiot in his place."
Giratina stopped flying for a second, blinking, contemplating his previous thought. "But then again Mew's probably done more damage than Origin Mew could have ever have hoped to do." The Ghost/Dragon type then began flying again, muttering under his breath as thoughts raced through his head.
Giratina stopped flying abruptly through his haphazard pacing and suddenly took a deep breath. "Calm down, calm down. This is father we're talking about; he can't possibly lose. Not even to Origin Mew. But when he destroys that abomination he'll want to know why it was in the Hall in the first place..."
The Renegade Pokémon then started to sweat profusely, only for it to teleport a few bottles of whiskey into the room. He hovered one of them in front of him, popped the cork, and raised it in a sardonic cheer.
"Oh well... It doesn't matter who wins; I'm dead either way. Might as well hope I'll be too drunk to feel death."
While Arceus was nestled, asleep in his chambers, with visions of Mew destroying the hall dancing in his head, said Legendary was absentmindedly floating throughout said hall. The Pink, feline-like Legendary let out a heavy sigh in pure boredom.
"There's nothing to do... I just wish something would happen." Then, as if AuraWielder himself decided to intervene, a bright flash of light appeared behind Mew. The Psychic Type turned around and saw a white, hunchback, fetus-like deformed version of herself. The two silently stared at each other for a few seconds, before Mew decided to speak up rather than scream and run. Well, run at least.
"AGH! Doppelgänger!" Origin Mew rolled his hollow eyes in response.
"Please, I'm the original. You're just some simpleton Arceus made to replace me." Mew gawked at his statement.
"Replace!? I'm the one and only Mew... not... not some knockoff." Origin Mew grew a disturbing smirk at the sight of the distraught Pokémon across from him.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night. But the truth remains; I was created first and was the only Pokémon on earth powerful enough to challenge Arceus. And when I was defeated he made you, the idiotic and weaker version of me, as well as the Dark Type to make sure he would remain unchallenged. But now I'm here to exact my revenge. So get out the way or be eradicated!" the deformed Mew's eyes flared blue at the final statement, followed by an icy blue aura surrounding him. Mew quickly recovered from her dejected state and hardened her features, adopting an emotionless glare.
"I don't like how stuffy and overbearing Arceus is, and I'm betting he won't trust me with anything important because he's afraid I'll turn into you... but I'm not about to let you go and attack him either. Besides; I'm the only one allowed to torment Arceus in this story and I won't let you infringe on my sole purpose in life!"
Origin Mew seemed taken aback by Mew's sudden change in personality, only to quickly get over it and unleash a Fire Blast. When the smoke from the explosion cleared, a green field of energy was surrounding an unscathed Mew, who had donned a helmet with a ridiculously large crescent. When the Protect wore off, Mew pulled out two dueling pistols from nowhere, the barrels on both being larger than her stubby arms, and aimed the at Origin Mew to his horrified shock.
"GUNS!? There are no guns in Pokémon!" Mew rolled her eyes.
"Do episodes twelve, nineteen, thirty-five and fifty-four ring any bells?" Fetus Mew started muttering under his breath at that, before Mew got his attention again.
"Now, these flintlock handguns may be centuries old and horribly inaccurate, but they also happen to be some of the most destructive firearms in history... So, you've gotta ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?" Origin Mew gulped at that and quickly dodged the first shot that Mew fired off, the recoil launching Mew's arm back, and hastily darted from his position, with Mew following close behind him.
"Dance you deformed reject, DANCE!" she shouted, pulling the trigger a few dozen more times, riddling the floor beneath them with holes. Eventually Origin Mew managed to gain enough distance to safely generate a portal back to the Distortion World, jump in it, and close it before Mew managed to pursue.
Giratina was now slightly wobbling in place, still in the prison and surrounded by bottles and unconscious Ghost Types. Just as he was getting ready to say something, a small portal opened in front of him. When Origin Mew tumbled out, Giratina was too shocked to act.
"Get me away from that psychopath!" he shouted at the now thoroughly confused Giratina.
"What?"
"You heard me! Lock me up, throw away the key. Anything to keep her away from me!" Origin Mew shouted, pointing at Mew, who had by now formed her own portal and appeared behind him. Giratina looked over to said Psychic Type, only for Mew to wave and give a toothy grin, followed by a backflip in mid air. The Renegade Pokémon looked down to the white Psychic Type, who was staring in disbelief.
"It's all an act, I tell you!" Giratina just ignored Origin Mew, having dismissed him as nothing more than a delusion brought about by his drunken imagination and desperation. The deformed fetus growled, but then flew back to where his sphere like prison used to be, levitated the pieces back in mid air around him, and sealed himself back inside.
After watching in pure disbelief, Giratina turned back to Mew only to find she had left. Shaking his golden head at what had just happened, Giratina levitated one of the discarded whiskey bottles, scanning the list of ingredients.
As Mew flew out of the portal and back into the Hall, she found Arceus waiting for her.
"Where were you?" was all the Alpha Pokémon asked, followed by a telepathic yawn. Mew only giggled innocently at his questioning.
"Oh, nowhere important." Arceus raised a nonexistent eyebrow at Mew's statement.
"Nowhere important, hmm?" Arceus replied sarcastically, levitating one of the marble sized metallic balls from its place in the floor. Mew only started to laugh nervously as Arceus' glare intensified. To her surprise though, rather than yell he merely teleported a broom, dustpan, and bucket of plaster into the room before wordlessly leaving.
Note from the Author:
Oh dear, I think I might have gone too far this time. But then again I've seen crazier.
Anyways, I felt that Mew deserved a bit more attention, given how much of Arceus' attention she takes up, and the idea gradually formed after Kyurem the Critic's One Year Extravaganza (Thanks again to Mr. Grool for letting me use Origin Mew).
Oh, and in response to a question I was asked by a friend of mine; "who did you try to model Mew after?" Admittedly I modeled this version of Mew after a character from my favorite cartoon: Bloo from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. Just like Bloo, she's cute, somewhat well-meaning and occasionally considerate, but usually lazy, somewhat greedy, and even a bit sociopathic. That was the original model, anyway, but I feel that she's taken on a bit of a unique personality of her own that I can't really define.
Also, what is it about Origin Mew that makes people quote Dirty Harry?