Yay, the arc starts to draw to a close. Well, just untill I cause chaos again. And as for Mew's other cases, all will become clear. Eventually. When I can be arsed.
Episode 136: The Real World
"Glad to be back in the real world?" Mew asked as we wandered through the tower.
"Well, it's probably less confusing," I replied, "we're wandering around in circles again."
"No we are not," Mew countered, "The last time was a square, remember?"
"You know what I mean. And how did you manage to negate all the tower crap?"
Mew fidgeted with his paws for a few seconds, he was hiding something. I decided to ask something else.
"Those alternate timelines, where they real? Do they actually exist?"
"Well, yes and no," was the deadpan reply.
"What the hell does that mean?" I sighed, wanting a strait answer.
"There cannot be two of you, so they cannot exist like that. But we were there so, technically, they exist. It depends on your perspective."
Mew looked over at me and smiled, "that made bugger all sense to you, didn't it?"
"Pretty much," I replied, scratching the back of my neck. I stopped when I saw him frowning at me, "what? You did it too."
"Because watching you do it makes me itchy," he said loudly.
"Actually," another voice interrupted, "it's an old habit from when you were younger."
Mew smiled and added, while I glanced around in an attempt to spot the speaker, "that is not the point, it is the principle."
"Just let him be," the voice replied, sounding almost identical to Mew's, "after all, he's the reason we got out of that place intact."
I suddenly figured out who it was, mainly because a second Mew appeared in front of the first. He was partially see-through.
"Flame," the second Mew, the one who we had met in the future, nodded.
"How the hell are you still alive?" I asked, more confused than usual.
"I'm not," was the reply, with a laugh to go with it, "I am very much dead. Just that some of the stronger dead can come back to the real world, although they need to absorb a lot of negative energy for it to work. It is why people always think that graveyards are haunted, because ghosts gather to feed off of all the emos."
"Now now," my Mew laughed, "you can't say that. I recall a phase around two thousand years ago where my fur colour was black and red."
"Oh, don't remind me," the other Mew sighed, "that was one of the weirdest things I had ever done."
"You can change your fur colour?" I interrupted. With twice the Mews, I was twice as confused.
"I can change a lot of things," they both replied simultaneously.
"Like what?"
"We'll tell you when you're older."
"I hate you so much."
"Which one of us?" ghost Mew asked, "Which reminds me. I met Nina in the afterlife. She says hi. She'd say it in person but she was kinda busy beating the hell out of a ghost Arbok."
"Hell hath no fury like a Charmander killed," Mew said in his sage voice.
Ghost Mew stared at Mew before speaking, "there is a war on going down there. Two ex-legendaries have raised whole ghost armies and all hell is kicking loose."
"It's the reds vs. the blues all over again," Mew smirked, "and this time there won't be that Human with the silly hat to get involved. I forget his name. You remember, right? The idiot that tried to punch Mewtwo."
"Mewtwo?" I asked, getting ignored by the two.
"I know who you mean, seeing as I am you. Well, I better go sort them all out. After all, back there, ghosts can die a second time."
"Okay, so now both this realm and that of the dead have Mews," Mew laughed, "and soon Celebi will be going to join you."
Mew collapsed to the ground right then and the green time traveller in question was right behind him, looking decidedly pissed off.
"I tried fixing things peacefully," he muttered as both me and ghost Mew just stared at him, "that didn't work. Guess violence is the only thing that will work."
"Leave Mew alone!" I yelled, about to fireball the fairy when I was blown backwards by a psychic wave. Ghost Mew wasn't affected and stared strait at the Celebi.
"You," he growled and two purple energy balls formed.
"I'll get round to fixing you later," Celebi shrugged him off and the real Mew was psychically hurled into a wall, the stone cracking from the force and he fell to the floor.
"You bastard," Mew muttered as he somehow managed to pull himself up, "you stupid bastard."
"I'm the stupid one?" Celebi laughed, "I am not the one resorting to using crystals to keep myself strong."
"I did what I had too," Mew said, standing on unsteady legs, "I acted instead of standing back and watching like you do."
"And, just to remind me, who is the one who is winning here?"
Mew smirked and Celebi was knocked down as the ghost Mew had snuck up behind him and blasted him in the back.
"I believe that would be me," the ghost chuckled, "and the only reason that I can kick your ass so easily is because you brought me into that void before I could pass to the afterlife, when Mew left for here then I got sucked into this time. So, for once, it was you who fucked up time and space. So I'd shut up about being all perfect and almighty if I were you."
Celebi launched an energy ball strait into ghost Mew's gut, sending him crashing into another wall.
"Shut up!" He yelled as he fired a charged blast at the ghost.
"Make me!" The real Mew countered and Celebi was knocked back by a psychic wave.
The fairy managed to hover just in front of one of the windows, untill ghost Mew managed to fire back the attack that had been launched at him. It took Celebi by surprise and he was carried along in front of the beam. The blast took him way out of the tower and above a nearby forest before finally exploding.
"And stay out," ghost Mew said as he floated over, "well Mew, I think we can safely say that he is just a big a fuckwit as he ever was."
"And probably with one hell of a headache after being in the middle of that," Mew laughed as I headed over.
"He said something about a crystal," I interrupted, "what did he mean?"
Mew sighed and reached around and began unwrapping the bandage.
"I used a little trinket to give me enough immunity to this tower and keep my power," he explained as I spotted a small lump in the bandage, something solid was underneath. When the object was revealed, I glared strait at him.
"You used a shard of that bloody Shadowstone?" I growled.
"No, that one I disintegrated," Mew said, "this is a small shard I've had for a few hundred years now. It isn't strong enough to affect my head in any way, as long as I don't use it for too long. Usually around a whole day before I start getting cranky."
"You already are cranky," ghost Mew pointed out.
"Lack of sleep," Mew chuckled, "I've been awake for the best part of four days. Flame and my other cases keep me very occupied."
"The sleep deprivation will have weakened your mental barrier against that shard," the ghost said, crossing his paws.
"I know, but if I didn't use it then Flame would have lost."
"Return it to that underwater cave that you store it in."
Mew sighed again and the shard vanished.
"Well, I have around three minutes before it drains me dry," he muttered, "well, case number two can wait a little longer. I'm going to find a quiet spot and catch some shuteye."
"Three seconds," ghost Mew said, looking at the back of his paw again. Mew stared at him; the living pink feline actually looking confused himself for once. It was a funny look but I managed not to laugh.
Then, exactly three seconds after the ghost had spoken; Mew jerked his head up and swore to himself.
"Shit, I can't leave her alone for three damn hours before she gets herself into trouble. And it just had to be with him. Looks like I'll have to put sleep on hold, again."
"You go deal with it," the ghost Mew said, "I'll explain things to Flame and send him on his way."
"'Kay," Mew replied, actually managing to smile before vanishing into thin air.
"Saffron City won't know what hit it, neither will Mewtwo," the ghost laughed, "now. Where were we?"