Chapter Text
Location: New Island
He had been birthed with immense power. Nothing, it felt, was outside of his dominion. A flick of the wrist, and matter shaped itself to his will. A stray thought, and what was once broken repaired itself, good as new. It took him a bit, sifting through the wreckage and finding the choice parts needed for his structures and machinery. Everything else could be manipulated, forming what was missing. It took him weeks of non-stop work, but the island would soon be ready for the next stage of his plan.
It was exhausting.
Mewtwo. That was the name he was given by the scientists. It was all he knew, but it fit. A clone of a long-dead pokemon. Built to be a weapon, destructive in its nature. He hated it. Yet, here he was, building his seat of power. Maybe he’d rule from here. He didn’t know yet. All he knew was that he was tired, and he needed his rest.
To his tower he would go, where a bed – that was what the humans called it – awaited him. Extra soft, comfortable, and more than enough to refresh his strength. It worked even better, as he didn’t have to climb onto it; the floating took care of that. He laid down on his back and looked at the ceiling, out of the windows. The sun was starting to set, and the stars were starting to come out. He smiled softly, the hate melting away. He reached upward with his large fingers, counting them out. They’d be his in no time. He yawned and shut his eyes.
Sleep. He needed sleep. Revenge could come later.
He shot straight up only a few hours later. He felt something...a couple of different things. Presences. They weren’t pokemon, like he had felt in the surrounding waters or flying overhead. Some of them were, but one of them was certainly not. He knew that feeling, that impression. He lifted himself up and floated over to a large view screen he had constructed.
Cameras were stationary. Useful, but human in design; that was to say, flawed. He improved them. His will released a small orb from somewhere on the edges of his compound, which would take off and start surveying the rest of the island. It didn’t take long for it to locate the intruder. Mewtwo watched the screen, pondering what he saw.
It was a human, definitely. Male, by the looks of it, probably adult. He was hopping off of the top of a tentacruel, which was also starting to pull itself ashore. He smiled and said something to it, which caused it to wrap its tentacles around his wrists and shake his hands. Clearly, this was a pair that were familiar with each other, if not friendly. The tentacruel eventually let him go and tapped one of the red and white balls on his belt, causing it to grow and hit the creature with a red beam of light. It changed color to match and everything retracted into the ball.
“A prisoner?” he mused to himself. “Unacceptable.”
The human reached for two more balls on his belt and held them out. This time, the balls opened and white light shot forth onto the ground ahead of him. Two new forms appeared, both pokemon. He recognized one immediately; a machoke. It stood a lot shorter than the human, the top of its head coming up to his shoulders. The other, however, Mewtwo was not familiar with. It was only a little shorter than the machoke, covered in white fur, save for a single red ear, its upper paws, and a red zigzag across its chest. It bore large claws, something that worried him a little bit. It looked like it could fight.
He continued to watch as they reacted to being released. The machoke flexed, probably stretching its muscles from being trapped in such a tiny ball, and approached the human. It patted him on the back. Restrained movement, so as not to hurt the taller, but likely more frail human. The other creature, conversely, ran over and wrapped its arms around his waist, nuzzling into his belly and looking quite happy to see him. The human laughed and returned the hug. It was a curious display, and given that they likely didn’t know they were being watched, it was genuine. Mewtwo crossed his arms. This was new to him. He was, for the moment, content to observe the intrusion.
The human spoke for a moment, before the two pokemon fanned out and began looking around. The human followed himself, pulling out a pair of binoculars and surveying the island himself. The more Mewtwo watched, the more he relaxed. This was not one of the humans under Giovanni. It wasn’t one of Fuji’s assistants either. He truly cared for the pokemon that were, his best guess, under his care. He did not fit within the parameters – no, the stereotype – that he’d borne witness to in his formative months. Still, he was a human. Humans were cruel. This was to be handled delicately.
He waved his hand, shutting the screen off. The flying camera would follow them until they reached his base and would alert him when they were near. He moved from the room, now wide awake, and went to sit on his self-crafted throne. The time tables were being screwed with, and he wasn’t happy about it.
“Zan-zan!” The human turned his attention to his zangoose, who was pointing up a hill. She’d taken point, as she usually insisted on doing, and like it usually worked out, she’d found something. Normally, it was something like another pokemon, or some sort of berry bush she wanted to pillage. This time, however, he saw it too. The castle, as he would describe it, loomed in the burgeoning moonlight. Windmills, probably powering whatever was inside, spun slowly in the night. He stood there for a moment, rubbing the top of her head.
“Good job, sweetie,” he mumbled, awed by what he saw. He pulled out a small notebook and flipped it open to some of the earlier pages. “...this is definitely not what we were briefed on. Team Rocket wouldn’t build something like this.”
“Choke,” the machoke added, rubbing his chin. “Ma machoke.”
“Certainly too expensive.” He glanced at the fighting type, who gave him a thumbs up. The human smirked. “Maybe one day, I’ll be able to have a conversation with you instead of just guessing what you’re trying to say, bud.”
“Chooooke…”
“Zangoose?” Again, a clawed digit pointed towards the castle.
“Yeah, I know.” He looked at the book again. The notes he took were quite clear. They were well within Johto waters, still a couple of days away from the mainland. This was the site of a Team Rocket lab, one that spy ‘mon had brought back evidence of its destruction and attempts at rebuilding. It could very well be Giovanni’s work again. “We need to know. Be on your guard, you two. I can always call in Squiggle if we need to.”
“Choke!”
“Zan!”
“Good. Let’s go.”
The front doors were unlocked. It took all three of them to give it a shove so they could get in. They were met with polished floors, walls, and an exceptionally high ceiling. Organic accents, which was all that he could call them, adorned everything, save for the long, rough table in the middle. He relaxed his posture a little bit as he walked in, each step deliberate as he took everything in. “This is not how the Rockets do things,” he said. “Almost Geiger like.”
“Zaaaaan,”the cat-ferret whined, dropping her guard completely. She rested her clawed paws behind her head and fell into step with him. It was clear she was looking for a fight, and the lack of it was making her grumpy.
“Choke?” was the other response the human would receive, followed by footsteps as the fighting type moved past him. “CHO!” His word echoed through the empty, acoustically perfect hall. It echoed back and forth as it slowly died down. He turned to his trainer and shrugged.
“I don’t know either,”
“Maybe I can help with that.” The voice was many things: sinister, hostile, unhappy. It was also in all their heads, which sent the trio into a panic.
“Who’s there?” the human shouted looking around wildly.
“...so the telepathy is not directional. Please look towards the end of the hall, upward.” Their gazes followed command, landing on the gaunt, feline-like figure floating by the balcony. Thin arms ended in three-fingered hands. A purple tail that seemed to start at its waist flitted behind this creature, as its cold gaze fixated on the three.
All three took a step back. “Choke?” the machoke asked.
“Zan zan!” the zangoose replied. They immediately moved into a defensive position in front of the human. The zangoose spun around and pointed at him. “Zan! Zanga!”
“Did you want me to get Squiggly out?”
“She did, as a matter of fact,” the creature stated, starting a slow descent to the floor. “Did you not understand her?”
“...I wish I could say that I did. All I hear is their species name when they speak.” The human reached for one of the balls on his belt and tossed it behind him. The tentacruel from earlier appeared in the same white light that was observed before. Once it knew what was going on, it locked its eyes on this new creature. “You’re...not with Team Rocket, are you?”
“I would sooner end my own life than work for them, let alone humans.”
“Hey! He’s not a bad guy!” the machoke sputtered.
“We’re here to see what was going on!” the zangoose added.
The human’s gaze moved to his pokemon. He stuck his pinky in one of his ears, an attempt to make sure his hearing was working correctly. “Wait...why did I suddenly hear that?”
“As much as I loathe your kind, I figured it would be an unnecessary cruelty to leave everyone unable to communicate effectively. I can spare a shred of power to let you understand each other.”
“Well...that’s mighty kind of you.” He reached into his vest and pulled out a wallet. The creature watched, unamused, as it was flipped open to reveal a badge. “Aaron Janski, International Police. I’m here investigating the sudden…” He paused to observe his surroundings once more, then gestured to the most elaborate decorative piece he saw. “...reappearance of a Team Rocket laboratory.”
“I am Mewtwo,” the creature scoffed. “I am a result of the work that was done at that laboratory. This is my island now, and you are not welcome here.”
“We don’t mean any harm,” Aaron attempted to assure him. “The International Police were just curious as to why an island that exploded suddenly has a building on it. That’s all I need to know. Nobody is in trouble here.”
“Incorrect,” Mewtwo hissed. “You are.” With a backhand gesture, a psychic blast would come flying at the human.
“Absolutely not!” The machoke flew into action, placing himself between the blast and his trainer, taking the heavy blow and flying back into his arms.
“CLYDE!” The zangoose didn’t hesitate; she was soon on all fours, charging at the strange pokemon.
“He’s definitely a psychic type,” Cylde would tell Aaron. “She should be-” The zangoose screamed as she was sent flying back. Clyde moved quickly to catch her. “Zannah, for once in your life, will you let me finish my sentence before getting thrown!”
She grunted as she collapsed in his arms. “He hits like an Aggron,” she grunted. “Protect Aaron.”
“Too late.” Mewtwo extended his arm, and the human was suddenly lifted off the ground.
Squiggly was next to move, wrapping multiple tentacles around its trainer and attempting to keep him in place. “You will release the land trainer,” it commanded in a monotone voice.
Mewtwo looked between the four before focusing down on the human once more. “Humans are cruel,” he started. “The Rockets...Giovanni taught me that. Why do you defend him? He keeps you entombed in balls until he needs your strength!”
“Incorrect,” Squiggly responded. “The land trainer keeps me safe in my pokeball while transporting me through uncomfortable, if not painful, terrain.”
“He does that for all of us,” Clyde added. “I can swim, but not for the distance that we were going to need to cover to get here. Zannah…”
“I am not a water loving zangoose,” she finished. “Besides, he is the exact opposite of cruel!”
Mewtwo scoffed. “No humans are.”
“The land trainer prefers to take routes by water so I am able to enjoy the sunlight.” The tentacruel’s grip tightened a little bit. “He also lets me play in the rain.”
“He makes sure we are well fed,” Clyde added. “We are healthy because of him. Why wouldn’t I trust him?”
Zannah grinned wildly. She knew how to blow this pokemon’s concentration. “AND he has a nice dick!” Absolute silence fell upon the five. Just as she expected, Squiggly was able to pull Aaron back onto the ground. She didn’t see, however, the blush that had taken over Clyde’s face, or her trainer turning pale. All she cared about was Mewtwo.
“I beg your finest pardon.” It was like he had just gained consciousness once more. Books of all sorts had survived his rampage, including those about anatomy. They were part of his plan, helping him make clones of pokemon he was ready to lure to the island. “...what…?”
“You heard me!” She pointed a sharp claw over at the tangled, embarrassed human. “That human? Right there? Absolutely FANTASTIC cock. It fits so nicely within-”
Squiggly sighed. “This one would like to remind Zannah that the hostile Mewtwo has allowed for us to be able to understand one another, and unlike other times you have used this admission to distract enemy pokemon, land trainer can understand every word you’re saying.”
It took a few seconds for Zannah to process what her water compatriot was saying. Her claw drooped. “He...can?” Her legs felt weak. Luckily, Clyde was there to keep her upright. “Goddammit, Zannah!”
“Relax,” Clyde reassured her. “Breathe.”
“I see…” Mewtwo slowly floated over to the pair. “And...you approve of this unnatural act of mating, Machoke?”
“Clyde, actually. I like that name.”
“Very well...Clyde...my question still stands.”
The red returned to his cheeks. “I, personally, have no problem with it. We keep it a secret from all who would have issue with it and it hurts nobody.” He gestured, holding a hand over Zannah, and then himself. “There are humans our size.”
“ ‘Our’ size? Do you participate in this?”
Clyde choked a bit at the question. “...um…”
“For heaven’s sake, I should exterminate you all.” Mewtwo thrust a finger Squiggly’s way. “And you-”
“This one assures you that it has no interest in mating,” he cut off. “Nor does this one care if Zannah and Clyde couple with the land trainer. Love is expressed in multiple ways, and this is their way of doing it. I will not challenge it.”
“Does it not disgust you?”
“No more than the idea of mating disgusts me. Nor does it upset land trainer leader.”
“...land trainer leader...there are humans that are okay with it?”
“It is a debate. Those opposed tend to be a bit more violent about it, but others agree that, if consent is made clear between all parties and it is kept private, there is no problem.” The tentacruel slowly shifted its weight. “This is, of course, harder to do with certain kinds of pokemon. It is a confusing mess depending on circumstances.”
Mewtwo rolled the thought over in his head. It was certainly the other extreme from all his interactions with humans thus far. “Interesting.” He turned his gaze towards the other pair of pokemon, who were watching the scene intently. “Consent...I didn’t have that when I was created.”
“Nobody does,” Clyde explained. “You do not ask to be born. You just have to make the best of it.”
“I was created to be a weapon.”
“Nobody deserve that.” Clyde’s words seemed wounded. “We all deserve to be happy and loved.”
“Love…” He landed on the ground before the two. “You two love this human?”
“Y-yes,” Zannah admitted. “He is a partner, and he is family.”
A smirk crawled across his face. “A family member who’s dick you like.”
An open palmed claw smacked his belly. “NOT LIKE THAT!” The smack made him flinch, but the action itself got a bit of a chuckle out of him. Petty revenge for blowing his concentration. “I-”
“Consent...permission, correct?” He held his hands out. “I ask for consent, then.”
“What do you mean?” Clyde asked, looking at the three digits offered him.
“Your arrival and this whole...conversation are curious. I cannot trust him; he is human. An odd human, but a human nonetheless. He'll try to mask his cruelty from me. You two, though...you are pokemon. I trust the way that you see him. Permit me to see him through your eyes. I would like to learn.”
“You want to read our minds?”
“Yes.”
The looked at each other. “I...guess,” Zannah responded. “If it means you’re not going to hurt any of us, go ahead.”
“I agree,” Clyde finished. “Just...don’t judge us too harshly. It becomes very tiring to hear the same thing over and over.”
“You have my word.” He placed his hands on their heads. “Please, think about Aaron. Favorite memories, times he upset you...anything.” They closed their eyes and focused. A wave of Mewtwo’s energy melted over them.
It tingled.