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Mewtwo paced
inside his little room in an abandoned warehouse's top floor. He was
restless, and he was wondering if he was going batty, as he wanted to
go and find the spring. If he went back to Purity Canyon(More like Purity Hole-in-the-Ground),
he might be seen by some weary traveler, or another bratty trainer.
But, he needed to go back to the canyon in order to get to the
fountain. He was about to make a new plan, when he heard a door slam.
He stopped pacing immediatly. He knew, after scanning the building for
a decent spot for a living quarters, that a kid named FerreTrip had a
little "hideout" here. But, he couldn't get to the top, as it was too
high for a teenage boy too reach; Mewtwo had to fly in. There was a
door to his room, but it opened to an empty space, where a stairwell
would be. He almost never heard him, as he slept, but there might be
some chance the kid could hear him.
He took no chance, aside from the change he had in his way of
mind-wipes. NEVER wipe innocents that would do no harm, nor keep the
secret. The latter, however, kids had a hard time doing...
He was safe. The boy had not of heard him, and was
saying something about knowing himself, or something. He started up his
game, said some gamer talk, and went into his adventure in virtual
reality. Mewtwo resumed pacing, as he knew from waking up from the
boy's shouts about his game that he was in NO danger of being
discovered. He went over the plans in his mind:
Go during the day? HELL NO!
The night? Yes, but what else?
Teleport to the canyon? No, too much ruckus...
Fly in one night? Possible, but...well, mabey.
He eventually narrowed it down to the way of
transport: Night, fly. Then what shall he do then:
Search for an opening into a strange, new world? To
tedeius, 'sides, he was looking for info.
Take a dip in the spring? I geuss, but he isn't that
good a swimmer...
Scan? No, takes the fun out of it, and he might find
something more.
Brood? Naw, he did that there enuf...
Finally, he narrowed the full plan down to this: Night, flight, and see
if he could fing anything in the spring. He remembered seeing a Mew in
there, when that trainer Ash showed an amazing show of strength, and
tossed his hurt and beaten body into the spring after one horrifying
episode...mabey it was the Mew that accompinied him, when he left for
Jhoto, after almost taking over the world? Who knows.
About 2 hours had passed with his planning. He was
worried his pacing would wear a hole in the floor, so he had stopped 15
min. before the end. While he was planning, the bright, sunny day went
into a feirce rainstorm, and the Pokémon Clubhouse members went
to the clubhouse to hide from the rain and still have fun. It soon
turned into a thunderstorm, 1hr 50min. into the session. The frightened
little pokémon ran home as fast as they could. The poor Pichu
brothers were struck by a small bolt of lightning, but they went by
unharmed, as they had used Thunder many times before in extreme
self-defence, and were used to it. As soon as the session ended, a bolt
of lightning struck the warehouse's power line, giving it a surge, and
shutting down the entire building. Quite unfortionate. FerreTrip(who
likes to be called FT for short, so we will do that) locks the door
electronically. And he could not get home.
Mewtwo was stunned. Without power, who knows what
might happen with the boy wandering around? FT was in fact, very POed
at the surge, and was letting off a long line of all the profanity he
knew, or offhand at least. So, it was a long stream of "FUCK SHIT
DAMN." After that had stopped, he tried training, but could only see
dimly, thus missing his target a lot. So, he decided to explore the
warehouse. Mewtwo was, in fact, lying down, knowing that FT could not
get to him...
FT, meanwhile, was wandering about the warehouse. "I
wonder...I see a second floor window set when I'm coming in, but I have
never seen any stairs. Hmmm..." he said in a low voice. He went into
some rooms, and found nothing. A few crates, a LOT of crates, and a few
wild pokémon who came through somehow, and were sheltering from
the storm. One of them, was a pokémon he found all alone one
day, a Bulbasuar. He took him under his wing, and named him Grass Boy.
Grass Boy was in the 3rd room he entered, and was very scared. FT
soothed him, and he became ok, and went to his shoulder. After checking
the rooms, all the they found were a couple of Rattata, a Ghastly, and
about five Oddish. They also found a Sentret, who also had befriended
FT. His name was Goku, and he liked FT and Grass Boy a lot.
"Well, guys, it looks as if we're gonna have to
tough it out. There's only one room left to explore, and it's probally
just some more boxes, and maybe another pokémon," FT said to his
companions, both riding his shoulders. He went to the unopened door,
and was about to open it, when Grass Boy interupted him.
"Ba, ba saur," he said. FT looked at him. Grass Boy
had this ability to sence things about to happen, he probally did this
before the rainstorm. FT said, "I'm prepared," and opened the door.
Almost nothing. ALmost. When they entered, they
noticed a door, seemingly suspended in midair, but when a lightning
flash came, they saw, it was on a
wall, above them. He asked Goku to use Flash, and they saw that
a staircase was seemingly supposed to be there. It must have somehow
fallen in on itself, and was entirely out. "I knew there was a second
floor," FT said. Grass Boy and Goku lept off his shoulders, and were
prepared for something. FT looked at the illuminated door, and saw a
little bit of he stairwell was stuck there. At a second glance, he
found that only the entire center was out, and two steps from the top
and bottom remained, each. FT had an idea.
"Grass Boy, use your Vine Whip to take hold of that
banister," he said, and with a happy "Bulba!" the order was followed.
Goku lept onto FT's back, and FT firmly picked up and hugged Grass Boy,
and they pulled in. The landed on the steps, which were very strudy
still, maybe because it's made of wrought iron. The center might have
been salvaged when the warehouse was abandoned. Breathing hevily, FT
slowly, as not to make a sound, because one creak would echo in the
stairwell for a fair bit, opened the door. What he saw then, made him
whisper only one prase:
"Oh, my god..."