"Daddy, where are you going?" a young eight year old Prissy called out holding onto her father's white coat end. He barely noticed her. He pulled his coat from his hand muttering things she couldn't understand. Her mother always had to comfort her from the rejection she kept receiving all of the sudden. Her father worked at the laboratory on the island a few miles out. He took a ferry to go to the island, but when the storms were too great, he went on the back of the family Dragonite. There wasn't a storm this time, but something felt off.
Normally, Prissy just let things go, but this time, she had grown to be braver. She went up to the family Dragonite and climbed onto it. She huffed out from the effort, as Dragonite found it amusing. Helping her get secured, Dragonite slightly tilted his head wondering what was up.
"Stormrider," she huffs out to the Dragonite. "Daddy has been acting weird. I need your help to see why. Can you take me to the island that he always goes to?"
Stormrider, the nickname for Dragonite, opened his wings and immediately does a running start before jetting into the air. Prissy never actually flown on him before, just rode him while he walked, so this experience was very different. With tears practically flying out of her eyes, she screamed all the way up. After a quick ascend, Stormrider leveled himself out, letting his body follow the wind current. This gave Prissy time to recover.
"That was not what I expected from flying," she muttered as she fixed her hair from the sudden wind blast. As Stormrider flew, Prissy looked around below taking in the view. "Oh wow! I can't believe how amazing it is from up here!"
It was a little under an hour when Stormrider and Prissy arrived, hovering over the island. Prissy looked down from the edge of Stormrider's body and then gave a tap to the back.
"Let's try to sneak in," she told him. "So fly in quietly."
She had to tell Stormrider to be quiet, because the way Dragonite tend to fly tend to give sonic booms in the air. With a nod, Stormrider began to slowly circle downward. Then he stopped going down as he felt something was off.
That's when it happened.
One of the towers is blown to bits. Then the other towers followed, blowing apart one after another. The blasts pushed back Stormrider. Prissy ended losing her grip on Stormrider's back and fell down. Stormrider looked down and flew down to catch her, but another explosion knocked him off course.
Prissy continued to fall from the air and crossed her arms in front of her face, as the fiery building rushed toward her. She then suddenly stopped. She didn't feel the sensation of falling anymore. She opened her eyes and saw the ground right before her eyes. Unsure of what was going on, she looked up and sees a weird looking creature. It was pink. It squeaked at her.
"Did you save me?" Prissy asked.
It nodded and hovered around her before pressing its face to Prissy's cheek, nuzzling. She giggled and gave the creature a pet on the head. Another explosion trembled the island. When a large piece of the wall fell towards Prissy, the creature moved in front of her and used psychic to prevent the wall from falling on them.
"So you are a Pokemon," Prissy pointed out after watching the pink creature. The pink Pokemon just turned upside down and gave her a weird look. Prissy smiled, but the smile faded. "My father is in there, I need to help him."
The pink Pokemon looked ahead and then looked back at Prissy. The fire parted and the Pokemon began to move forward into the flames.
"W-wait!" Prissy shouted out as she motioned to go forward. When the flames did not hurt her, she realized the pink Pokemon wanted her to follow. So she did. She moved following it and looked around at the debris. She tried not to look at the burnt up bodies, but they were hard to scrub out of her mind.
Upon approaching one of the labs, the pink Pokemon seemed to have disappeared, but she still had a weird sense of protection. So she went inside. The head scientist was lying on the floor, unconscious. She recognized him from when he yelled at her father over something called "Mew." It was an ancient Pokemon and they needed fragments of its DNA to complete the experiment.
On the wall on the opposite side of the room, there was a stone tablet. The stone tablet had a figure of a Pokemon carved into it with hieroglyphs all around it. Prissy's eyes widened when she recognized the Pokemon. The pink Pokemon… is it Mew?
A sudden noise caught her attention. Looking over, Prissy sees a large figure sitting in a broken glass tube. It was a containment tube meant to stabilize live experiments. It sort of looks like a larger and scarier version of the pink Pokemon. It appeared to be angry and in pain. Frustration was causing it to tremble.
"Are you okay?" Prissy spoke out to it. The moment she did, the purple eyes open abruptly to look at her. Seeing her, it seemed to not have expected it.
"What… who are you?" the creature asked through telepathy. It was not something Prissy was used to.
"I am Prissy," she slowly approached the creature. "You look hurt, maybe I can help…"
"Why would you want to help me?" the creature asked in anger. "I am merely a creation! A fake! I am only a mere copy!"
"You are a living thing," Prissy answered, confused. It caught the creature off guard. "It shouldn't matter what you are. If you are hurt, you should get better, like anyone else."
"You are kind Prissy," he spoke out. "I wish those here were as kind."
Prissy is finally close enough to touch the creature and is able to see its features. Her hand moves up and a hand is placed onto his head. It is wet, so the short fur feels damp and slick. It closes its eyes.
"What is your name?" she asked.
"I am called… Mewtwo," it answered back.
"Well Mewtwo," she grinned. "We can be friends."
"Friends?" it seemed to be familiar with the term, but it made it sad.
"Prissy!" a voice breaks through from across the room. Turning, Prissy saw her father, scarred up from glass being embedded into his arm. "Get away from that thing!"
"Daddy?" she looks at her father. "This is Mewtwo, he is my friend."
"That thing is dangerous!" he shouted. "It is the monster that did all of this!"
Prissy frowned, believing what she heard, yet, she somehow knew that Mewtwo wasn't bad. Perhaps, just in pain. Pokemon that were in pain did bad things, because they didn't know any better. She turned around back at Mewtwo and it was standing. Her eyes widened as its eyes were glowing. The psychic energy was so powerful it was slightly visible.
Suddenly, everything went black.
Prissy was lying on the ground, knocked unconscious. When she slowly woke up, there was nothing but ash and fire around her. The whole island was flattened. She struggled to get up. Everything was gone. She should have been gone too, but she wasn't. Looking up, she saw Mewtwo standing.
"Mew..two…" she tried to call out. She was overshadowed by the sound of a helicopter coming down. A man walked out of it and she heard him shouting out to Mewtwo. Telling him to come with him, so he may show Mewtwo his purpose. Prissy recognized the man, he was bad. He made her father do bad things, but she never told anyone. Mewtwo turned its head towards Prissy as if he read her thoughts. Suddenly light debris floats and covered Prissy just before the man turned to look in her direction. Being covered, she wasn't seen.
Mewtwo left with the man, and Prissy began to cry. She cried letting everything out that happened. Her father, was now dead. She couldn't save Mewtwo from the man. She should blame Mewtwo for her father's death, but she knew there was more. Even for a child, she knew more than she let on. That man was in charge of the laboratory, so he must have had something to do with all of this.
Stormrider flew down and was a bit beat up from trying to get to Prissy earlier. When he found her, he brushed away all of the debris and grime from her. Seeing her cry made him sad, and he rubbed his nose onto her forehead like he always does to make her feel better. Prissy gripped onto Stormrider and cried into him. Once she was done, she hoarsely told him to take her home.