Red Like Blood
Let me tell you a story. Several years ago in Pallet Town... no. That’s not where I need to begin.
Analgesia
When I was younger, I didn’t understand pain.
I think that might have been the problem that started all of this.
I remember when I first met Pikachu. He shocked me. I figured it was just a hello gesture, and I laughed.
Blue was horrified.
“Are you all right?” he asked, nearly panicked.
I gave him a puzzled look.
“Huh?”
“It shocked you!” he shouted. Sometimes I wonder if nonchalance bothers Blue. He certainly acts like it does.
Though maybe it only bothers him when most people would have responded.
I’m pretty sure I said something like, “Ah, it’s just a playful greeting,” but I don’t remember exactly.
Come to think of it, isn’t that about when Blue and I started to drift apart?
I always figured it was just because we’d started traveling and didn’t see each other as much. But maybe that was when Blue finally noticed that I wasn’t normal.
If so, he’s the one that took the longest to notice. Maybe that’s why he’s the only friend I had; maybe normal people have some kind of “not-normal radar” and Blue’s was broken.
I don’t know. After all, I’m not normal.
It’s too bad it took me so long to realize that.
Compassion
So how was it I started again? Ah, right. Several years ago, in Pallet Town... you know what, that’s a terrible way to start this story. Doesn’t matter what I do with that beginning, it doesn’t come out right.
So. Let’s try it this way. The point of the story is that you want to know why I’m out here, right?
Well, it has a lot to do with Blue.
Several years ago, Blue and I lived in Pallet Town. We were best friends, but we were the kind of friends who bickered constantly. And whenever we were having an argument, I’d call him Blue and he’d call me Red.
We weren’t born Red and Blue, you know. Those are names we gave each other, and kept using when we left our old ones behind.
Blue did it because he hates his grandfather. I did it because... well, I’ll get to that. First, Pallet Town.
It was when we were... nine, I think. It was the kind of bright sunny day that Blue and I always met up to do stuff on, so I wasn’t at all surprised when he showed up.
I was kind of surprised by his expression, though. He looked lost, and scared, and angry, and something else I couldn’t identify.
I think, looking back, that that something else was hurt. The pain of betrayal.
I must have called him by name, because he turned the anger on me. Insisted that I call him Blue from then on.
I didn’t know why he wanted that when before he’d preferred to be called by name, but I shrugged and agreed. I didn’t really care which I called him, as long as he answered.
I didn’t ask, then, what made him so upset. He didn’t seem to want to talk about it. I still don’t know for sure, but since that’s when Blue started to hate his grandfather... I think he learned the truth. I didn’t until much later.
The name he was born with?
I don’t speak that name anymore. It doesn’t exist for me. He’s Blue, and he’s always been Blue. Just like I’m Red, and I’ve always been Red.
Blue like water. Red like blood.
I misinterpreted that the first time he said it. Thought it was a joke. I laughed then, because I thought it was funny.
I was such a silly child. Maybe I still am.
After all, I still think of Blue as my friend.
Rivalry
Blue and I, we’ve always been rivals. Ever since the day we met, there’s been that silent competition between us to be the best.
Blue never wanted to be worse than me at anything. It’s a desire that’s only gotten stronger as we’ve gotten older, and that ambition is something that I’ve always respected about Blue.
It didn’t matter what we were doing, we’d find a way to turn it into a competition. And if we couldn’t, we’d do something else that we could. It’s really no surprise that Pokémon training was the same way.
After that incident when we were nine, Blue got... I don’t know. Quieter? He’d space out sometimes, and when I tried to get his attention back, he’d apologize but wouldn’t tell me what he was thinking. I didn’t pressure him about it, but I did kind of wonder. That was when he started hating Professor Oak, too. I didn’t understand that at all, and I didn’t try to. Figured it was just something between the two of them, something I wouldn’t get even if Blue explained it.
Blue used to take me to visit his grandfather, but that last year before we left, I’d go to visit on my own and Blue would disappear somewhere. It’s weird. When Blue was younger, he’d always want Professor Oak’s approval. Idolized the man. After that... it was like he didn’t care anymore.
No... it was like he actively wanted the professor’s disapproval. But he didn’t talk about it, and I didn’t ask. I figured that if Blue had something he wanted to tell me, he’d say it. If he didn’t say it, I didn’t need to know.
And then the Professor gave us the Pokédexes and we left Pallet Town. As far as I know, Blue never went back.
Grief
I ran into Blue a few times in the days that followed – outside of Viridian City, outside Cerulean City, on the S.S. Anne. We’d have a Pokémon battle every time we met. It sort of became our tradition.
The first time that tradition was broken was when we ran into each other in Lavender Town.
I honestly don’t remember why I went to the Pokémon Tower. It probably wasn’t important.
The important thing is that I ran into Blue there. He looked kind of upset.
“Hey, Blue, why’re you here?” I asked. I was trying to be a little less blunt than usual, but I don’t know whether I was successful. I’ve never been what anyone would call tactful. Blue used to say it was like I didn’t have any sense of what other people’s reactions meant.
Thing is... I didn’t. It didn’t help that it was like most people were actively hiding their real feelings from me.
I don’t hide what I feel so much as I don’t instinctively act on it. I don’t have that direct impulse to action connection that most people have at least a little of. Almost everything is conscious for me. Blue’s the opposite, I’ve noticed; it’s really hard for him not to act on his emotions. That’s part of why I like him; he’s easy to understand.
Blue didn’t ever answer my question directly. Just turned it around.
“Why are you here, Red?”
I don’t remember what exactly I said, but it was the wrong thing. He kind of exploded.
“Do you know what it’s like to lose a Pokémon?” Blue yelled at me.
I froze up. I had a bad feeling about that question... a really, really bad feeling.
I mean, why would Blue ask that out of nowhere the way he did, unless...
I could hear it in his voice, the way I couldn’t with most people. The rest of that statement, that he’d never admit, because Blue doesn’t say anything when he’s in pain.
Because I do, and it hurts.
And I could hear the accusation.
And it’s your fault.
I wanted to say something, but I didn’t know what to say, and before I could come up with anything, Blue walked around me and left.
Still kind of dazed, I walked over to look at the stone he’d been standing in front of. I didn’t want to know, but I had to.
Sure enough, that stone was for Blue’s Raticate. The next time I fought him, at Silph, he didn’t have it with him.
I remember that when we battled on the S.S. Anne, Raticate lost its whiskers. I wrote in the Pokédex, later, that it seemed to lose its balance without them. It didn’t occur to me then that that might be more than a temporary inconvenience.
Did the loss of balance eventually cause Raticate’s death?
I’ll never know for sure, because Blue certainly won’t tell me. But that doesn’t matter.
I’ll remember it as one more thing I have to make up for. Because even then I regretted it. Even then I felt guilty that I’d caused Blue that kind of grief.
Even then I envied Blue’s ability to care so much.
It’s weird. I didn’t learn what grief was on my own. I learned it through Blue. I didn’t feel bad for Raticate, dying... I was unhappy that I’d hurt Blue. Because I hadn’t wanted to. Because Blue is my friend.
I can’t care about people in the abstract. I just don’t think like that. I care about certain individuals, but the rest of the world... doesn’t matter.
Blue’s not like that. Someone he met just a few minutes earlier, he’ll give all he has to protect.
When I was younger, I didn’t even understand that Pokémon were people. But Blue, he’s always understood that.
I wonder if that’s what he was trying to tell me. The lesson he wanted me to learn.
Or maybe the thing he wanted me to learn was regret.
Hatred
It’s been a while. A long time since I’ve spoken, and longer still since I’ve talked so much. Where was I going with this?
Ah. Right, right. In that case, I guess the next thing to talk about is Silph. That was the next time I saw Blue, after the Pokémon Tower.
Team Rocket... I can’t stand them. A bunch of bullies trying to get more than they deserve and dragging people and Pokémon into it who don’t want anything to do with it. They don’t care what happens to anyone else as long as they get what they want.
I think part of why I hate them, though, is because they’re so much like I used to be. Only so much worse. Maybe I’m just afraid that I could have become like them.
Maybe I’m afraid that I still can.
So, I hear Team Rocket have invaded Silph Co. I go in, place is filled with them. They send out Pokémon the moment they see me, of course, but the thing is that most Rockets aren’t good trainers. They’re too busy with crime. It was pretty easy to beat most of them, and without any Pokémon to hide behind they’d talk tough but wouldn’t dare do anything.
Those Pokémon that the Rockets use... I wonder how many of them even know what they’re aiding? And how many of those are willing?
Pokémon don’t think the same way humans do. It’s hard to say, really, whether they’d be willing to do something or not.
Anyway, I’d say the strongest person I fought at Silph was Blue.
“I heard you were in Saffron,” said Blue. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Somehow,” I replied, “I’m not at all surprised you’re here. If we’re going to fight again, can it wait? I’ve got some business with the Boss Rocket.”
Yeah, I know now that I shouldn’t have said it like that. But it didn’t occur to me then that there was more than one way to interpret what I’d said.
Yes, yes, you’d have known better. But then, you’re... It’s different for you. You grew up surrounded by double meanings. I grew up trying to figure out single meanings. You learned to say what you literally meant knowing people’d take it figuratively... I had to learn the concept of figurative speech.
Blue said he wasn’t going to just let me do whatever I wanted, and sent out a Sandslash.
We battled, but we talked too. And by the end of the fight we’d sorted out that we were on the same side.
I was moving on past him when he called out, “Red.”
I stopped, asked what it was.
“I’ll help you.”
It was the last thing I’d expected him to say.
I was, understandably, confused. But Blue wasn’t done talking.
“Victory is about more than just winning the battle,” he told me. “You can’t take down Team Rocket just by defeating them in Pokémon battles. You need to find out what their goal is, and stop them from getting there. And you need evidence, Red. You need to be able to prove that it’s their fault. That’s how Team Rocket always gets away -there isn’t enough proof that it was them who did it.”
“You’re always making things more complicated than they have to be, Blue,” I said. “But I’m not going to turn down help. Come on, let’s get going.”
He told me to go ahead – he’d brought medicine and wanted to use it. He’d find what we needed and I’d deal with the Rockets. I liked the plan.
Giovanni got away that time. He was the Viridian City Gym Leader, so the authorities didn’t believe Blue when he told them what was going on. I’d have thought he’d’ve known better, after what happened with his grandfather... but then, that was in Pallet Town. Maybe he thought Saffron City would be different. Or maybe he was giving the authorities another chance. Blue’s like that.
I backed him up. It didn’t help much. Still, Blue had enough actual proof that they had to look into it, and even what they looked into was enough that it really hampered Team Rocket. Turned out Blue was right – we needed evidence. Seeing as telling the authorities did help, I guess he was right about that too.
Heh. When it comes to people, Blue’s more likely to be right than I am.
Triumph
I didn’t see Blue for a while after that. I did a lot of thinking during that time. As I trained to get stronger and fought Gym Leaders for their badges, I started to wonder about Blue.
Why did Blue hate his grandfather so much? Why had he been acting so oddly since we became Trainers?
And why was he so obsessed with beating me?
Seems a strange question, I know. I mean, we’d always been rivals. But there was something different about this. For some reason, Blue felt like he had to beat me. And I didn’t know why.
I didn’t know why he’d been so mistrustful of me at Silph. Yes, yes, I misspoke then, but time was Blue would have known what I meant. So why had he assumed the worst?
Really, though, there was one question that I kept circling back to. One sticking point that just made no sense no matter how I looked at it.
Why did Blue hate his grandfather, when before he had been so fond of him?
There had to be a reason, a good one. Blue doesn’t just change his mind like that. There’s always a reason. But no matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn’t figure out what that reason was.
I’d asked the professor about it back when it first happened. I don’t even remember what he said, some comment about how Blue was getting older and rebellious or something. It doesn’t really matter what he said, since it was a lie.
But I wouldn’t learn that until much later.
So I kept traveling, and training, and battling, until finally I reached the Pokémon League. I fought my way past the Elite Four... and confronted Blue once again.
“Ready for the latest match in our competition?” I asked.
He returned a question for a question: “Is that all this is to you? A game?”
And I told him, “No.”
“There’s more to it than that,” I said. “So many things I don’t understand. Layers and layers that I can’t unravel.”
I shook my head and smirked at him.
“So, Champion Blue,” I said, “will you face my challenge?”
You don’t care about the details of the battle, I assume?
Didn’t think so.
I won, though. I defeated Blue yet again. I became the Champion.
And yet somehow, it meant nothing.
Understanding
Professor Oak turned up right after the championship battle. Told us that I had won because of my bond with my Pokémon, and that Blue had lost because he wasn’t as close to them.
Which... didn’t make any sense to me. Didn’t Professor Oak know that Blue loved his Pokémon like his own family? Even I could see it, and I’ll be the first to admit I’m not terribly perceptive about that kind of thing.
Blue was furious. I couldn’t blame him. He didn’t say anything, though. Maybe he was too upset to speak; that happens to him sometimes.
I wanted to say something, to let him know that even if his own grandfather didn’t understand, I did.
So as I walked past him, I said, “He’s wrong, isn’t he. You really care about them.”
He said quietly, “Yeah. I do.”
I looked back at him then.
“I can tell. They love you.”
I had to keep going; I didn’t want the Professor to notice I’d fallen behind. So I didn’t get to see Blue’s reaction.
But I hope it helped. At least a little.
After that, I didn’t really know what to do with myself. I wandered around for a while, fighting anyone who challenged me. But the battles were always too easy.
Then one day I happened to be in a certain place – I won’t tell you where, you’ll see why in a minute - when I remembered something; a cave I’d seen nearby and been told was too dangerous for me. I was sure it wouldn’t be anymore, so I went to take a look.
It was an interesting place. Full of tough Pokémon. The whole time, though, I had this weird feeling, like I was being watched.
In the depths of the cave, I found the watcher.
It was a Pokémon I’d never seen before. I grinned, planning to catch it.
Then I heard a voice in my mind.
<Don’t you dare, human.>
I nearly fell over in shock.
“Who... what?”
The eyes of the creature before me narrowed.
<What are you doing here?> the voice demanded. <No one ever comes to this place.>
“Who are you?” I demanded in return.
<Typical,> the voice scoffed. <You see me right before you, yet you reject the truth that your eyes behold.>
The Pokémon’s eyes glowed.
<I am Mewtwo,> it proclaimed.
“Mew...two...?” I repeated. The name sounded familiar...
Then I remembered. When I went to Cinnabar Island the first time, I went exploring in this old abandoned building. There were some research journals or something lying around, and I took a look, thinking the Professor might be interested. They’d mentioned a Pokémon named Mew and its offspring... Mewtwo.
This was amazing! I thought. That I’d found it...! I had to tell the Professor, he’d be so excited-
<DON’T YOU DARE, HUMAN!>
The words blasted through my head, scattering my thoughts and replacing them with pain. As I struggled to recover, Mewtwo continued... speaking doesn’t seem like the right thing to call it, but I can’t think of a better word.
<I am not a lab specimen to be poked and prodded and treated more like an object than a living creature,> the voice snarled in my head. <I came out here, where no human treads, specifically to avoid your disgusting species. Because I swore, never again. Never again will I be subject to the whims of your kind. Never again will I submit myself to being commanded by anyone. Never again will I suffer for a human’s curiosity.>
I was confused.
“But the Professor’s not like that...” I protested.
<Ignorant child,> Mewtwo scoffed. <He’s the worst of them all.>
I didn’t want to believe it, I admit. I trusted the Professor. He’d treated me like I was his own grandson, always there with a smile and a kind word of advice.
But Mewtwo saw my doubt – it must have been reading my mind the whole time; didn’t trust me a bit and I don’t blame it – and forcibly dispelled it.
Images bombarded my mind, of the building on Cinnabar Island when it was still intact. Of the scientists who had discovered Mew, who witnessed Mewtwo’s birth in the lab and ripped it away from its … the image I got was of a parent neither mother nor father and yet both. It was confusing. Anyway, ripped it away from its parent the moment it was born, to whisk it away for tests and examinations. I heard their psychic wails and felt, as Mewtwo had felt, the utter indifference that surrounded them. A jumbled montage followed of endless days in the lab, constant experiments and growing bitterness. And finally, I saw as Mewtwo, tired of it all and pushed beyond the limits of its tolerance, showed its full power and destroyed the lab, escaping with Mew in the confusion.
And I realized, as the torrent of psychically projected impressions slowed and came to an end, that Professor Oak had been there in many of them. And there had been glimpses, too, of his thoughts... of evidence that Mewtwo was not the only one to suffer so. Of regret that it hadn’t been able to help them... but fear that to try would only undo its escape.
“W...what happened to Mew?” was the first thing I asked, still trying to recover my balance.
<It still believes there is goodness in humans,> Mewtwo replied, some overtone showing its contempt for the concept. <It wanders the world, as it has always done, seeking amusement and... friendship.>
I rubbed my head, still aching and disoriented, and tried to get my thoughts straight. A new idea was trying to worm its way into my brain, and I was struggling with it a bit in my sluggish state.
But finally I got it.
“...You’re... just like a person, really, aren’t you,” I said slowly. “You keep yourself alone and apart, because you’ve been hurt so badly you don’t think you can trust anymore... but... despite that, or because of it... underneath it all... you’re lonely.”
<How dare you!> Mewtwo boomed. <I am Mewtwo. I need no one. And I am certainly nothing like you filthy humans.>
I nodded.
“You tell yourself that,” I agreed, “to convince yourself that you don’t mind, that you’re content like this... but I felt it, when you threw all that at me. It’s in there, it’s part of you, no matter how much you try to hide it. You’re alone, and no one was meant to be alone.”
And I knew. Oh how I knew. Ever since Blue and I started drifting apart, I’d felt this pain inside. I didn’t understand at first, because I didn’t understand pain. But finally I got it. Finally I understood what pain was. Because I’d finally felt the only kind I can feel: emotional pain.
I was lonely, too.
We weren’t the same, not at all. We’d led very different lives. But for just a moment, I thought I understood Mewtwo.
I turned to go.
“Well,” I said, “if you don’t wanna be found, I won’t tell. But if you ever want to talk or anything... I’m sure you can find me. I’m not exactly the greatest at this stuff, but I’ll do my best.”
<...Where are you going?> Mewtwo asked.
“There’s still some of the research lying around the ruins of the lab,” I answered. “I figured I’d go fix that.”
There was silence for a moment. I started walking away.
As I left, I heard a voice in my mind.
<I will keep your offer in mind... Red.>
I smiled.
Realization
As soon as I was out of the cave, I called out Charizard, climbed on its back, and headed for Cinnabar Island. I’d meant what I said. Bad enough that I’d already told the Professor what I’d found, though he’d probably already known and just laughed to himself after. But if anyone else found it... well, I’m sure you can imagine. At least no one knew where Mewtwo was now, and I certainly wasn’t telling.
So I went to Cinnabar Island, intending to destroy the lab. But on the way, I flew over the volcano, and I saw something that completely changed my plans.
The volcano was about to erupt.
I changed course. If the lab was even still intact after the eruption – not likely – I could come back and destroy it. First I had to warn everyone.
Look, I may not really care about people in the abstract, but you’d have to be a complete sociopath to not even do that much.
Besides... it was what Blue would have done.
So I went in, found Blaine, told him what was going on. Luckily, he took me seriously, and immediately started organizing an evacuation.
I gotta say, I was impressed. Nobody panicked, and Blaine sorted everything out like I wouldn’t have believed if I hadn’t seen it myself. Charizard and I were recruited into the effort, ferrying people to Pallet Town. I needed to stick around anyway to make sure the lab was destroyed, so I went along with it.
On one of my trips, I saw Blue, helping Blaine keep everyone organized. I wondered what he was doing on the island at all, but once he was there... it’s just like him to dive in and help people.
Finally the island was evacuated; it was just me and Blue left. I saw him running for the shore and I was about to go get him, but his Cloyster turned up just then, so I turned to watch the volcano instead.
As I waited for the explosion, I started thinking. All the way here I’d been focused on what I was going to do. Now that I had no plans beyond waiting, I considered what I’d done.
Pokémon. Mewtwo was a person, really. And thinking about how all the others I’d seen acted – Pikachu and my other Pokémon, the wild Pokémon I’d come across, the way the Pokémon on Cinnabar Island had worked so hard to help the humans and other Pokémon – I started to realize that he wasn’t special, at least not because of that. That they’re all people. I know, you’ve always known that. But I didn’t, and it was a big thing for me to realize I’d been wrong.
Professor Oak. I’d helped him with his ‘studies’, with the horrors he’d brought about.
Blue. Blue hated his grandfather. He must have known, ever since that day. That must be what he learned, what changed everything.
With growing horror, I began to wonder if Blue hated me, too.
The volcano erupted. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something moving, and glanced over.
Something was coming out of the water. That’s... really the only word for it.
I’d seen it once before. I didn’t know what it was then and I don’t know what it was now. I told the Professor about it, and even he didn’t have a clue.
All I can tell you is that it looked deeply, utterly wrong.
Everything came to a head and I just couldn’t take it anymore.
I screamed.
The thing leapt out of the water and flew at me, splitting as it did into smaller pieces, pieces that slowly began to shift form.
I felt Mewtwo in my head. It’d been watching me the whole time, I realized; it’d never stopped watching me, the paranoid creature.
<Interesting,> it murmured.
Well, I thought, still screaming, maybe you could explain what’s going on, because I sure don’t have a clue.
To my surprise, Mewtwo obliged me.
<This creature was born in defiance of reality,> it replied. <It wishes to change its nature, to fit into the rest of the world. But to do that, it needs a piece of a creature who already fits...>
Mewtwo paused for a moment.
<It wants to borrow your voice.>
In the end, I don’t really know what made me do it. A little I was just willing to do anything to get this blight on my sanity out of my life forever. A lot I wanted to make up for the evil I’d aided. There were a lot of reasons, and I don’t know which one made up my mind.
But I thought, Fine.
The pieces of the thing solidified... well, sort of... into ghostly shapes, a bit like a woman’s head. You’ve seen them in here, I’m sure.
And they opened their mouths and they sang and it hurt.
Oh how it hurt, and I could see Charizard and Pikachu had it even worse. They almost collapsed – which would’ve dumped all three of us right into the lava, of course – but Mewtwo demonstrated some tiny bit of not being completely coldhearted and held us up while I revived them.
And then there was silence.
I looked around at the strange ghosts and opened my mouth to say “Hello.”
But no sound came out.
That was when I really understood what ‘borrow your voice’ meant.
I got the feeling that Mewtwo was amused by my discomfort. It might, maybe, have been beginning to respect me some tiny bit, but it didn’t like me. Not then, anyway.
Also, it’s kind of a jerk. So there was that.
Pikachu gave me this worried look, and I tried to pat it reassuringly. It seemed to work.
It took me a few tries and some false starts, but between me, Pikachu, and Charizard, we worked out a way for me to direct Charizard without talking.
As we flew off in search of a place for the new Pokémon to live, I saw Blue, watching the volcano with Cloyster. I tried to smile at him, but I don’t know how well it worked out.
So like I said, we went looking for somewhere for the Misdreavus to just lay low for a while, get used to being, well, Misdreavus. Mewtwo offered its cave – it seems to be nicer to Pokémon than to humans – so I dropped them off there.
Then I went off to wander again.
Defeat
Not much later, I heard that Blue had become the leader of the Viridian City Gym. I was happy for him; he deserved it and he’d do a good job.
It’d been a long time since I fought him, considering how often we used to get into it. I was curious how we’d match up. I was still getting used to fighting without my voice, but my Pokémon and I were getting somewhere.
I didn’t know what else to do with myself. I mean, sure I could report the professor to the police – I might not have been able to talk, but it’s not like I can’t write – but... surely Blue would have done that already. He’d known for years, and he was the one who went on about getting evidence and reporting Team Rocket to the authorities.
So either he’d done it already and it hadn’t worked... or he’d had some reason for not doing it.
Even though I was pretty sure Blue hated me – even now I’m pretty sure he still does – I respect his judgment. Always have.
So I had nothing to do with myself but train.
And what’s the point of training if you never test how far you’ve come?
Blue might not have made Champion, but he nearly did. It was just a fluke that I came along so close on his heels that they never even registered him. He was the best Trainer I knew, and my rival besides. No one better to measure myself against.
So I went to his Gym, and I fought him.
And for the first time in our lives, I lost.
I was impressed. Sure, I’d been at less than my best without my voice... but he’d been able to see that and use it. He’d been strong enough to defeat me.
I inclined my head to him – all I could do to show what I was thinking – and left his Gym.
And I haven’t seen him since.
Silence
I knew then that I needed to train more, to get myself and my Pokémon fully used to fighting without words. For a while I went and hung out in Mewtwo’s cave. It actually let me stay there. Even talked to me sometimes. Civilly. I guess it finally admitted to itself that I’d been right.
I met Mew while I was there. It came to visit its child. Mew’s fun, and not like Mewtwo at all. It pretty much just wants to play, all the time.
But then one day Mewtwo told me it was sealing the cave off, to make sure no one else could wander in and find it, and if I wanted to be able to leave on my own power, I’d better find somewhere else to train.
I’d honestly been expecting to get kicked out long before that, so I took the hint and left. Much to my surprise, the Misdreavus trailed me out.
Well, I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t want to go out where people could see them, and risk them getting caught before they were... I don’t have a word for this, I guess ‘settled’ will do. Anyway, I was worried that being put in a Pokéball would mess them up. Not to mention I was a liiittle concerned about possibly getting my voice back someday.
That’s when I remembered hearing about this place. Dangerous, off-limits, out of the way... it sounded perfect.
So I came here, to train and wait for the day the Misdreavus would be ready to give my voice back. To my surprise, I wasn’t lonely. I had my Pokémon with me, and I got to know most of the wilds around here. And Mewtwo still calls me up from time to time, though it’s making friends with other Pokémon now, so I don’t know how much longer it’ll do that. Anyway, even though it’s the only one that could talk to me, it’s not like I could talk either, and learning to communicate without words was something I was training in anyway. I missed Blue, and my mother... but that was about it.
But I’ve finally got my voice back. Not sure what I’ll do now. Maybe challenge Blue to a rematch. Maybe try to make things up with him, tell him I get it now. Maybe both. Ask him if he’s got a plan, and if I can help. Like he helped me, way back in Silph.
And what about you? Now that your questions are answered, what are you going to do?