Prologue:

Taylor has had it with school, so today she was going to end it all. From the very start of High School to the day she triggered, there was not a single day that the trio had relented in their campaign to ruin her life. From simple teasing, all the way up to the locker, she could proudly say she experienced it all!

If they wanted her to die, The Trio almost had what they wanted. Even now she felt weak and lethargic, her limbs shaking as she clutched onto the small tube filled with stem cells for her dear life in the vain hope that several weeks of preparation and meticulous planning would not go to waste. Thankfully, her hands did not falter as she dumped the organic slurry down into the glowing pink vat before her.

To add insult to injury, it was as if nothing happened at all. Yes, the school paid for her medical fees and made sweet promises for the bullying to stop, and for a moment she was hopeful. There in that bed, she finally got to think and she thought things would change if she just talked things out, but the moment she got back to Winslow it was back to square one.

Furiously rubbing her eyes with her wrist, doing her best to avoid getting the caustic chemicals still stuck to her gloves in them, she poured out her heart and soul in one last act of spite, "I am done, I am through, I am just sick of it all," She whispered as she hurriedly mixed the caustic and unstable brew in the ruined cooking pot she'd found in the dump, mindful of all the noise she made and pausing every time she heard a sound from outside.

Her father might have been absent from her life, but that didn't mean he wouldn't get concerned when he smelled the fumes coming from her brew. Her makeshift fume hood could only take so much before it became too noisy to operate. If she had a proper lab she wouldn't have to worry about it, but it wasn't like that could ever happen considering what she had.

"Why can't things go my way for once?" She gritted out as she stumbled towards her desk, her shaking hands trying to find that last component she needed to add to the volatile mix, before pausing as her hands happened upon an old picture frame where two young girls stood, arms across each other's shoulders while both of them held onto butterfly nets and jars to hold their catch.

Old memories flashed by and reminded her of more innocent times, which brought a smile to her face. She could still remember it clearly, those summers where she and Emma would go out trying to collect butterflies and other insects, trying to one up each other, but those times were long gone, never to be seen again after she changed.

"I fucking trigged because of you." Growling, she grabbed the frame and aimed at the open window before she caught herself. She'd wake up her father if she threw the frame outside. Slowly, she set it back face down so she would no longer be reminded of the friend that the monster in her school killed.

The only consolation prize she had from the incident was that now she had powers. Though, looking back at the cauldron, maybe calling it more of a curse would be more appropriate. After all, would one really call being able to make monsters a power worth having?

Pocket Monsters

Shaking her head, clearing it of the voice of God, she returned to the task at hand. It wouldn't take long before she finally found the last ingredient to her brew, a set of Lithium Ion Batteries or, rather, the metal inside.

Guided by the powers gifted to her, she peeled off the metal casing before casually dropping its contents inside the vat without fear of what could happen. Thankfully, her powers had yet to lie to her as it did not explode and give her a bath of biohazards. With that final ingredient, the contents of the cauldron stilled, stabilizing as life grew inside.

Looking down upon the thickening goo, she couldn't help but grimace. This was her power and how terrible they were to behold. They were strong yes, terrifying even, yet she would rather have been stuck controlling mere insects if it meant she didn't have to deal with the implications of her power, "Now I'm stuck with Nilbog's power, fuck my life."

As a young girl she'd dreamed of being a hero. She'd dreamed of becoming the next Alexandria, flying high and punching the villains away. She wanted to be the hero that everyone wanted to celebrate, but here she was with her witch's brew.

Pulling out two rods, each attached to a crude circuit board, and stuck them into the vat of still fluid. Hooking it up to a, near empty, car battery and the gaudy phone that came with her powers, she watched as electricity danced across the wires; the mixture seizing and moving on its own now.

Normally, what powers one got was entirely out of their control, but not for her. In her moment of weakness, a powerful being came to her in a dream, bearing the form of a glowing white Llama. He claimed her world was dying and he needed a brave soul to save it. Whether it was her desperation to be a hero or the pain killers coursing through her veins, she accepted without so much as a passing complaint, so now she was stuck with all the knowledge of a world filled with Pocket Monsters… and how to make them.

"Maybe I should have just gone to the other side," She laughed hollowly as she felt cold and dead inside. She was already halfway there before Arceus kicked her back down.

"Does he even know what he gave me?" She muttered as she sat down, her shoulders sagging as she reached up to cover her face, "Shouldn't he have known about Nilbog?" She whispered, dragging her palm across her face before she turned and watched as the programs showed her how long before her first… and maybe last creation, the ultimate life form, comes to life.

Maybe she could have explained things to Arceus, but would he even listen? Maybe she could have gone to the PRT for support, but she knew damn well what they'd do to her, "One ticket to the birdcage please," She chuckled. That would be the fate of all biotinkers after all, especially ones that could make self replicating monsters.

She hated it, she hated everything; her powers, this city, her life… so what was there to do but end it all? Why not end it all with a bang? Arceus gave her a power that would only make her a villain? Then so be it, she'd become a villain, the greatest villain this world had ever seen.

As the timer approached zero, the now solid brew heaved, rising up and floating in the air under its own power. The air trembled as she felt the pressure her creation exerted on the very fabrics of reality. She could feel them, their masculine voice echoing in her head as they slowly became whole. So engrossed was she that she almost missed her phone ringing in her listless hands.

Looking down, she could see his judging looks and disapproving gaze, as her patron decided to call her there and then, but she chose to ignore it, not when her end was already near. She called upon this particular pokemon despite the danger they brought, she made them knowing what terrible calamity they'd bring. If only things worked out…

As the pressure hit a crescendo, with the house and neighborhood shaking, she knew it was time. The only regret she held there and then was that she couldn't visit her mothers grave one last time. Reaching out to the glowing sphere, she whispered, calling to her creation, speaking their name for the first time, "Mewtwo."

She expected to be crushed under a wave of psychic might, or even be flung away, but it would not be as the sphere popped, disappearing in the blink of an eye like it was a soap bubble leaving nothing behind, "No!" She cried, turning off her crude device to check its contents and found that there was not even a single trace of the goop she made.

Sinking to her knees, she whispered, "All those weeks, so many countless nights… gone." She could feel heart sink as tears welled up in her eyes once more. Things had not gone right and, this time, it was her own damn fault.

Just as all seemed lost, she felt the briefest touch against her nose.

"Boop!" A soft and androgynous voice called out to her, making her pause as she looked up and beheld a small pink creature floating on its own power. "Hah, gotcha. Sorry about that, I was just messing with you. Thought you failed with your experiments, huh?" The creature spoke playfully as they flew around. She knew what type of pokemon stood before her, after all, she was trying to bring forth its far stronger brother into this world.

"Welp, you succeeded alright," The creature's laughter rang, mocking her for her failed efforts to summon its far stronger brethren, "Or, rather, Arceus tweaked things a bit because you wouldn't answer. Almost killed yourself there by summoning Mewtwo so early, but no worries, I'll be your helping guide or my name isn't Mew!... or that's my name now at least after Arceus nudged me out of my afterlife to this, but semantics semantics," Mew added, spinning around as if he and his true master had not just wiped months of progress towards her revenge.

"So not even he would let me go," She whispered as she just sobbed, openly weeping at just how unfair things were. Nothing really ever went right for her. Everything felt hollow, her heart pushed beyond pain that all she felt was nothing.

She then froze as she felt a soft fuzzy thing latch onto her, hugging her tightly as the smallest paws stroked her hair, "It's alright, everything is going to be alright," He whispered to her as sobs wracked her body, "I don't know what truly happened here, but whatever it is, I'll be here to help you out ok? Just focus on me."

For the first time in months she felt warmth and she latched on to him, just hugging him tightly, afraid that if she ever let go he'd disappear, "I'll be with you till the bitter end, got it Taylor?"

A/N:

Taylor needs a hug. I would have inserted the shitty song companion for this but FF is not really a good place for it due to the limited formatting. Just drop by my QQ account instead. I have the same name with the same PFP so it'll be hard to miss!