Pokédex Entry [001]

[berserk_gene]

[On the front lawn of 5718 Cunningham Lane is a strange sight: what appears to be a 6'7" tall feline-like alien creature is sprawled on the ground. It is battered and bruised, as though it had been beaten severely in some sort of fight. Its breathing is slow. It is covered with dirt.]

How could I lose? I was meant to be all-powerful--the strongest

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[pokederp]

[...

Have a Red doing his random acts of kindness bit. Stumbling upon the injured Pokemon--no, his late boss as well as the person he looked up to--. Well, he had been told Mayfield brought back the dead.

So he'll just be worried about Mewtwo's condition for now.]

Mister Mewtwo!

[And he's going to his side, with his Squirtle and Ivysaur following him]

[berserk_gene]

[You are not the correct Red, but damn do you look like him and that's enough for him to be pissed.

...Not that he can do or say anything in his present condition. He's sure as hell trying to get up so he can TRY to beat the crap out of Red, though.]

[pokederp]

[Red's kneeling next to him now, oblivious to the danger.]

You shouldn't try to get up! You're hurt, Mister Mewtwo!

[AND HE'S WELL PREPARED WITH A FIRST AID KIT IN HIS BACKPACK WHICH HE'S TAKING OUT RIGHT NOW.]

[berserk_gene]

[Red will get a nice tail whip aimed at his face for his efforts.]

[pokederp]

You shouldn't move! You're really injured!

[have a worried look! D:]

I just want to help... don't you remember me? I helped you at the shelter and the center and--

[berserk_gene]

...

You resemble him. Although you're undoubtedly not him, your resemblance is enough to infuriate me.

[It continues to glare and is interrupted by several pained coughs.]

[pokederp]

[Holds up roll of gauze and some rubbing alcohol]

Here, see?

[berserk_gene]

...

[It holds out a hand, wanting the gauze and alcohol for itself. It's ashamed to accept even that much help, but it's not likely going to allow a human to actually tough him.]

[pokederp]

I don't think you'll be able to fix that yourself...

[berserk_gene]

[And he just glares]

[pokederp]

... All right. I'll wait if you need me, Mister Mewtwo.

[and he hands it over]

[berserk_gene]

[It douses all its wounds with the entire bottle of alcohol and clumsily wraps some of its worse wounds with the gauze.

It was still exhausted and its leg was still sprained, however.]

[pokederp]

There aren't any doctors here like back at home...

... Do you need help getting inside?

[berserk_gene]

[It glares and shakes its head slowly. Mewtwo points its finger away from them, attempting to demand Red leave.]

[pokederp]

But you can't stay outside like this! It's cold!

[berserk_gene]

[It doesn't change its expression or demeanor at all.]