Chapter 4
Title: Awakening of Mewtwo
Word Count: ~2500
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Chapter 4: Awakening of Mewtwo
POV: Narrator – Laboratory Observation
Time had passed.
How much, no one could say precisely. In this isolated abyss of steel, glass, and glowing circuits, days blurred into nights and nights into timeless hours.
Yet within the emerald womb of the containment tank, the child remained unchanged.
No longer breathing like an infant.
No longer observing like a helpless soul.
He was waiting.
His body—small, pink-haired now instead of silver—floated still, yet his mind spiraled like a living storm. The psychic energy coiling within him had intensified to a point even the lab's instruments could no longer read accurately.
Still the size of a one-week-old, he had not grown physically at all.
But mentally, he was no longer the same being that had opened his eyes for the first time in this world.
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POV: MC – Internal Monologue
It's strange, how time can stretch and compress when your body is locked in stasis.
I don't sleep. I don't age. But I feel.
And more than anything else—I learn.
They still think I'm just a failed clone, a genetic tragedy. But the truth?
I've memorized every conversation. Every test result. I know the lab better than they do.
And recently… something else has changed.
Mewtwo.
I could feel it before it even happened.
His thoughts—soft and undefined at first—began to vibrate near mine.
The connection was subtle, like a hand reaching toward me through fog.
But I knew.
He was waking up.
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POV: ??? – Mewtwo's Consciousness Awakening
A pulse.
Then silence.
Then… a thought.
> What… am I?
It came not in words, but in a vibration of intent.
A question older than time, spoken in the voice of a being who had never heard sound.
Another pulse. Brighter. Warmer.
> Who… are you?
The voice came from beyond the glass—not in sound, but in mind.
In a soft, welcoming psychic wave.
A voice wrapped in humor, curiosity, and strange comfort.
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POV: MC – Psychic Monologue
> "I've been waiting for you," I whispered, mind to mind.
"I'm your first friend, I guess. Or… the only one who knows what it feels like to be born into a prison."
I expected confusion.
Instead, I felt relief.
Like someone gasping their first breath and realizing they weren't alone.
> "Friend?"
> "Yeah." I smiled inside the fluid. "Friend."
And from that moment—
The monster was no longer alone.
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POV: Dual Dialogue – Mental Link between MC and Mewtwo
> "Why do they keep us here?"
> "Because they're afraid of us."
> "Why?"
> "Because we're strong. And they don't understand us."
> "But… I've never done anything."
> "Neither have I."
> "Will they hurt us?"
> "…Maybe."
> "Will you protect me?"
> "Always."
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POV: Narrator – Descriptive Interlude
The bond formed silently in the dark. Not through battle. Not through orders or chains.
But through shared thought, and the kind of loneliness that forges soul-deep connections.
Each day, Mewtwo grew more curious.
And each day, the MC answered.
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POV: Daily Psychic Conversations – MC and Mewtwo
> "What's outside this place?"
> "A world. With forests, seas, people… and Pokémon."
> "What are Pokémon?"
> "Creatures. Like you. Like me. They come in all shapes, sizes, and types. Some are kind. Some bite."
> "What am I?"
> "You're… special. Stronger than all of them. You were made from something called Mew. It's like the source of all Pokémon life."
> "That sounds lonely."
> "Yeah. It is."
> "Am I alone?"
> "Not anymore."
They spoke of everything.
What strawberries tasted like. What music sounded like. What it felt like to laugh.
MC described entire Pokémon games—told stories of trainers, regions, and adventures.
Sometimes, Mewtwo asked again and again about small things:
> "What's soft?"
"What's cold?"
"What's the sky?"
And MC, with patience, answered every question with metaphors, humor, and warmth.
And slowly, Mewtwo started laughing.
Not out loud.
But with joy.
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POV: Mewtwo – Internal Thought
> "I thought I was made to destroy."
> "You were made. That doesn't mean you have to destroy."
> "Then what do I do?"
> "You live. You think. You choose. That's what makes you real."
> "…Then I want to choose."
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POV: Gender Conversation
The topic came one day, abruptly.
> "Hey… what are you?"
"Huh?"
"You. Are you male or female?"
"…Male, I guess. I was born that way."
"And I'm not?"
"You're… originally, you were made to be genderless. Neither male nor female. That's how Mewtwo usually is."
A pause. A curious silence.
> "But now I feel like I should be something. I don't want to be just a weapon. I want an identity. You… shaped me. I want to be like you."
MC blinked mentally.
> "So you want to be male?"
> "Yes. Because you are. So I thought—"
> "Nope."
> "…What?"
> "Nope. Denied. Full veto power."
> "…But I thought—"
> "Nope. We can't both be brooding psychic anime boys. The vibe would be off. Also, think about it—female Mewtwo? That's badass. Elegant, powerful, mysterious… and cooler."
A pause. Then—
Soft laughter.
The kind of laughter that didn't exist when she was first made.
> "Alright. I trust you."
> "So… you're gonna be a girl?"
> "If that's what you want me to be."
> "Not just me. What you want too."
> "Then yes. I want to be… her."
> "Welcome to the team, Queentwo."
> "That's an awful name."
> "…Fair."
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POV: MC – Internal Monologue
She started thinking in patterns I recognized.
Empathy. Humor. Loyalty.
But never blind loyalty.
She asked questions. Challenged me.
And in doing so, she grew.
It wasn't about shaping her to obey me.
It was about guiding her to see the world in a way where she wouldn't be controlled by it.
She still doesn't know everything.
She doesn't need to—not yet.
For now…
I'll be the light she follows through the dark.
Just like she became mine.
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POV: Narrator – Final Descriptive Scene
In the deep, forgotten corners of the lab—beneath forgotten domes of glass and rusted metal—
Two minds floated.
Two souls conversed.
Two fates, once artificial and tragic, began to braid together into something frighteningly human.
And though no one outside their chambers knew it yet—
The world's most powerful Pokémon… had already chosen her heart.
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End of Chapter 4
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A/n: Well, no worries. It's not gonna be too much lovey dovey. I just wanted once to make Mewtwo female. It's just there for comedy and entertainment. It's not the main focus. :)
Let me know when you're ready to begin Chapter 5.