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Drakin929 — Weight to Happyness
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The sun shone down on the landscape below, flowing over the trees, rivers, mountains, and of course the wildlife. The only thing one might find unusual was the animals that ran to and fro and the birds that flew by. For to an observer not of this world, they would have been quite strange looking and odd sounding as they each seemed to say variations of their own names.For this was the world of Pokemon.
Most people and Pokemon went along with their day, doing their normal things, enjoying life, having fun, but deep in the mountains there was one who was not content. In a secluded mountain range, deep in a cavernous home, one creature sat looking at a large computer display with a sullen mood. The screen showed many odd looking Pokemon of all sorts, each demonstrating fantastic and amazing powers, abilities that, if used by the wrong sorts, could cause horrible destruction on the world of man.
The figure watching, however, was not a human. Standing an impressive six foot seven inches, the white and purple colored psychic Pokemon glared at the monitors with growing distaste. Though it was years ago now, he could still remember the vague dreams he'd had as he was slowly gestated in a chamber in a lab on a distant island. He could remember the day he awoke and having felt and heard the scientists only praise themselves for creating such a powerful being, giving no regard to him as an individual but just some successful science project, he grew angry and destroyed the lab. The words of the last living scientist still rang in his head, filling him with guilt, 'We dreamed of creating the world's most powerful Pokemon... And we succeeded.'
The weeks that followed were a blur as he remembered being taken in by the man who had ordered his creation, though he didn't know it then. Some part of him knew he was being used, but hope had kept him from seeing it until the human foolishly stated he had to serve humans because they created him.
Once again his temper took hold and he destroyed the building he was contained in, flying off to find answers on his own. Then came the plan, the plan to destroy all life on the plant, cloning only those Pokemon he deemed strongest so they'd be even stronger. The fake contest, the storm to weed out the weak pokemon and their trainers, capturing their pokemon and cloning them, the appearance of the rare psychic he was cloned from, their fight. And then... That boy.
He cringed as he remembered the face of the young trainer, caught in the crossfire between the psychic blasts, how he simply fell to the ground, a stone statue, transformed by their raw psychic energy. That image was burned into his brain as clear as the day he'd seen it. And then, the miracle of both clones and pokemon showing their sadness that one person would give their life to stop the fighting, and how their tears brought the human back to life like the ancient legend.
It was on that day he realized the lesson that who you are depends on what you do with life, not how you were born or created. Combining his powers with those of his predecessor, the pair managed to return everyone to where they were supposed to be, erasing the memories of all who would have remembered things otherwise.
Unfortunately, he missed one. The main who contained him after his destruction of the lab.
That was his greatest mistake, for once more the man came after him, and, as if by fate, once more the boy appeared and saved him again. In gratitude, he refrained from erasing their memories, as long as they kept his home with the clone pokemon a secret. For many weeks afterwards he watched them from a distance, making sure they would not tell, but his fears were unfounded as the boy and his friends told not one soul about all they had seen.
Now, years later, the powerful psychic had grown restless, he continued to stare at the monitors seeking an answer to the one remaining concern he had of himself. As the world had grown he'd stayed static. Now he wished to change that, he knew he could, if only he could figure out how.
Barely even moving, he froze the bucket of water that was about to be upended on his head.
*Aw, come on Mewtwo*, The little floating pink cat sighed, *You're too tense. You need to lighten up.*
Mew just giggled nervously.
*Aw come on Mewtwo, you know you're being irrational about this.* Mew sighed, *For everyone that's good at something there's always someone better, you know that. If we were always the best we'd have no drive to get better.*
< I know that Mew,> Mewtwo sighed,
Mew looked unsure what to say as Mewtwo switched off the monitors and levitated out of his chair.
Before Mew could even respond, Mewtwo was gone, having teleported to his lab.
For the next month Mew saw not one trace of Mewtwo as he worked in his lab day and night. He teleported in food when he needed it, but otherwise gave no indication he was even alive as Mew knew she couldn't teleport into the lab thanks to the barrier Mewtwo had put up around it.
It was late in the evening one day when Mewtwo finally emerged. To those who knew him, he looked utterly ragged. His short fur was mussed up in places and sticky with chemicals or sweat in others. His eyes were bloodshot and he even seemed to wobble as he hovered over to a nearby chair. Mew was nearby, of course, she'd hardly left the nearby rooms as she worried about him all week. In moments she was by his side.
*Mewtwo, are you alright?* She asked, worried for her friend.
Mewtwo held up his hand, showing the a beaker filled with yellow fluid.
Mewtwo grunted softly, as he fought to stay conscious,
*Mewtwo... I...* she started hesitantly.
Mew was still hesitant, but nodded as she levitated the bottle carefully.
Mew braced herself for it and carefully grabbed the beaker to pour the liquid down Mewtwos throat. As soon as Mewtwo dozed off she moved to do so, tilting his head back and slowly pouring the fluid into his mouth. The liquid soon vanished into the large feline who dreamed with a smile on his face.
Mew sighed, setting down the now empty beaker on a nearby table, hoping she'd done the right thing.
As Mewtwo slept he began to dream. That itself was not unusual, he was often conscious in his dreams and used them to explore parts of his own mind. Usually the subconscious where he would correct bad habits or behaviors bit by bit.
But this dream was different.
Mewtwo walked down a long corridor as he usually did at the start of his dreams, but something was off. Instead of all the doors along the sides that usually lead to other parts of his mind, there was only one at the far end of the hall. It was open a crack and soft light was shining through.
Mewtwo approached, but as he did, he felt strange. The door was getting closer, but it was bigger than it should have been. By the time he reached it, he had to stand on his tip-toes to reach the handle. Another puzzling thing too since normally he'd have just used his powers
Mewtwo shielded his eyes as the door opened, trying to see what was in the bright light.
"Well, look who's up, sleepyhead."
Mewtwo jumped slightly, seeing a figure approach him. The features looked like Mew... but if it was her, she was dressed as a human female with a blue dress, white apron, and brown hair. And she was quite tall too, at least three times taller than him.
"Well come on, it's almost breakfast time." she smiled again, speaking as a human might.
As the room began to come into focus more, Mewtwo realized it looked like a giant kitchen. The tiled floors, the cabinets on the walls, a huge stove and even more gigantic fridge stood nearby, all surrounding a large wooden table in the center of the room.
Mewtwo started towards the table when he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the glass window of the oven.
His jaw dropped like a lead weight. He was a child. Even though he'd never known a childhood himself, he somehow knew that's what he was. The room wasn't huge, he was smaller. All his features were shortened and softer. If he'd been the same age as a human, he might have looked about five years old.
"Ah ah ah," The Mew mom smiled picking him up from where he stood in front of the oven and seating him in a chair, "No cookies until after your breakfast."
Mewtwo looked about to protest that he wasn't a child and this was all a dream when a loud 'thump!' echoed nearby. "Oh, sounds like your brother's up," Mew smiled.
'Brother?' Mewtwo looked confused, but was was curious too as consecutive thumping noises, though softer at first, grew louder as they approached the door he'd passed through earlier.
At last a figure emerged through the door and for the second time in the dream Mewtwo was stunned. The figure was that of a mewtwo, normal sized almost (judging from his height against Mew's), and his body was covered in green fur all over, save a mop of black hair on his head. But more stunning than all of that was the Mewtwo was FAT. An enormous lard-ball. His dark green belly sagged almost to the floor, his sides were almost too wide for the doorframe, even his tail was too big to be lifted and just dragged behind him, a conical lump of lard.
"Morning Darrel dear," the Mew smiled and kissed the fat mewtwo on his cheek.
"Morning Mom," the Mewtwo smiled in a thick voice. "Mmm, pancakes and bacon again, my favorite."
"Well we need to put some meat on those scrawny bones don't we?"
As both chuckled Mewtwo couldn't believe what he was hearing. Dream or no dream this was getting too weird for him and he wanted out. He tried to get down from the chair, but somehow found he couldn't. It was like his rear end was glued to it.
As such, all he could do was watch as his 'brothers' titanically massive rear end, a rear so big it should have crushed the flimsy wooden chair into toothpicks, settled in next to him at the table as their 'Mom' began dishing out stacks of pancakes that seemed to reach to the ceiling and a platter of bacon that looked like it took three pigs to make.
As expected, Darrel dug in with no hesitation, but Mewtwo looked at his stack apprehensively. "Aw come on dear," the Mew mom smiled, offering him a strip of bacon, "I made it special, just for you."
Mewtwo tried to refuse the bacon but found his hand around the strip already. He looked at it, as one might handle a large dead bug. It was almost swimming in grease which was sliding over his fingers, and threatening to drip into his lap. Tentatively, he brought it up and sniffed it (seemingly not smelling anything due to it being a dream) before taking a bite.
And that was that, the flavor hit Mewtwo like a ton of bricks and in a moment the strip was gone. Eagerly he licked the grease from his hand before he reached for more, which Mew gave him and he continued to eat. His 'brother' even slowed his own gorging to watch the little mewtwo devour the food. On his own, Mewtwo seemed to eat the whole platter of bacon, leaving only the few Darrel had grabbed beforehand for himself.
Next came the pancakes, and like before there was hesitation. Mewtwo eyed the platter of pancakes that rose above his head and overflowed with sticky syrup and pats of butter. But as before, after just a small taste, Mewtwo couldn't stop himself from eating every one he could get his sticky hands on. Finally, with the last one gone, he leaned back and burped gently, rubbing his stomach.
A slight chill went up his spine though as he realized his stomach felt softer than before. Sitting up again he looked his small body over and found it distinctly wider, at least a couple inches of fat had grown all over his figure, making him a decidedly cubby youngster.
"Ready for round two boys?" the Mew mom smiled.
Thankfully though, just as she was about to bring out more, Mewtwo felt the kitchen starting to fade and he realized he must be waking up. And while he was glad to be getting out of the dream, silently, some new part of him was reluctant to go.
*Mewtwo,* Mews squeaky voice sounded in his ear, *Mewtwo wake up, we've got a problem.*
Mewtwo yawned and stretched like the feline he was and blinked as Mew came into focus.
*Didn't you hear me?* Mew interrupted, *We have a problem. It's the kitchen, it looks like it's been ransacked.*
Mew was right, the place looked like a tornado had hit. Splattered food was on the walls, almost all the pans were covered in drippings, many cabinets hung open, some half off their hinges. But most noticeably...
*That's why I got you. And I think I know who did it, but you aren't going to like it.*
Mew used her powers and wordlessly shut the stainless steel fridge door that had been left open.
Once again Mewtwo gasped at his reflection. His whole front was stained with various food drippings, everywhere from around his mouth to the front of his stomach. And speaking of his stomach, it pushed out almost half a foot from his frame and as he placed a hand on it, he could feel it stuffed tight as a drum.
Mewtwo stated slowly,
*You must've done it while you were asleep.* Mew replied, *Didn't you say you had a weird dream?*
Mewtwo tried to explain about the dream he'd had, but already the memory of it seemed to be fading from his mind. Only bits and pieces came back to him and by the time he was done trying to explain it had nearly faded altogether.
*I guess that dream may have had something to do with it,* Mew mused, *What about that chemical you told me to give you before you passed out?*
Mew looked uneasy, *Dosage?* she asked hesitantly.
Mew visibly stiffened, *Um no...*
*Um, kinda the whole thing...* she muttered.
Mewtwos eyes widened,
An instant later he teleported back to the lab and began checking his notes. Most were hard to make out as his writing had become something of a trailing scrawl towards the end due to sleep deprivation.
He managed to make out that, while a small dosage would cause a significant increase in mental powers, a larger dosage could cause them to grow so much the effects might go beyond his control. So when Mewtwo had that strange dream the night before, his powers had acted on his eating spree, forcing him to eat everything in the kitchen. He was just lucky his powers also made his stomach more elastic or he might have burst in his sleep.
While Mewtwo was busy panicking over his situation, several hundred miles away, on a tropical island, plans were in motion that would unknowingly change his life forever.
"Code Blue in room 103! Repeat, Code Blue in 103!"
The alarm blared over the loudspeakers of the complex and the sound of pounding feet could be heard racing to the room. A group of lab-coat wearing individuals rushed in, ignoring the numerous safety signs, they broke open a glass cylinder, removing something from inside before wheeling it into the next room. Hours later the doctors emerged, some of them covered in various fluids, more than one looking like blood.
"Well?" all those at hand jumped slightly hearing the raspy voice of the individual who'd just entered the room, "What is the report on Project 193?"
One of the doctors, a brown-haired main about mid forties, stepped forward, adjusting his thick rimmed glasses as he did so, "Forgive me sir," his voice denoting a trace of fear it held, "The experiment has... died."
The darkened figure took a deep breath and let it out slowly and malevolently, as if he was some giant feline stretching for an impending attack. "I'm very disappointed in the lot of you, especially you, Dr. Larson," he said, indicating the brown-haired doctor, "You gave me assurances that this one would live."
The doctor looked like he wanted to protest that he hadn't said that, but didn't dare contradict the figure, "It's not easy sir," he muttered, "Attempting to blend human DNA with foreign strand depends on the... um, 'donor'. The wrong genes mix and it's all to easy for things to go wrong."
"Well," the figure smiled, "The same could be said for any normal family couldn't it?" The doctor paled visibly as the figure continued. "Yes, it's all to easy for, say, a mother and daughter to be in a devastating car wreck. Wouldn't you agree doctor?"
It seemed to take all of Dr. Larson's strength just to answer. "Yes sir..."
"Good," the figure smiled again, "Then we have an understanding. Your next experiment had better succeed or I'm afraid your loved ones will have that unfortunate 'accident'."
The doctor collapsed into a nearby chair as the figure left. There was only one subject left. If they failed, not only would Larson loose his family, but he knew those despicable monsters would find more unfortunate souls for their plans.
"Take heart," a female doctor offered as she sat next to him, "We still have a chance, and once the experiment is done we can go home."
Dr. Larson leveled a steady gaze at her. "Do you honestly believe that?"
Aside from the doctors filing out of the room, only silence followed.
End Chapter 1
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TIP: Proof read articles for typos! If you find one, correct it!
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The only argument I have (bar the typos) is that all legendary Pokemon are genderless and, although, despite Mew being a pink 'cat-like' creature (I thought he looked more like a mouse anyway), I'd still refer to him as male. Uxie in Explorers of Time/Darkness is refered to as male.
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Well I have a reason for saying Mew is a female that'll become somewhat evident later.
As for the feline thing, Metwo just always struck me as such and it would make sense that the being he was cloned from was also a feline in nature then. It also explains their personalities somewhat. Mew, like a kitten, is very playful and Mewtwo, like a full grown cat is somewhat distant and not usually approachable. It's hard to explain really, but it's just always seemed to fit to me.
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very nicely done. it's very nice to read and Mew & Mewtwo really sound like how they are in the movies. ^.=.^
there are some typos, though. but that's okay, cause typos happen, right? ^.=.^
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Wow..how did I miss this?!...Mewtwo eating anything is good by me XD
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Well, good luck on doing the next piece and Merry Christmas~!
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