[RL with Impmon, backdated to start of the virus. (Sorry for CHRONIC FAIL orz)]
When he needed to, Mewtwo slept on the floor in the deepest basement of his laboratory. It was where he felt most comfortable, for some reason, as though being on the otherwise abandoned level far beneath everyone else was somehow more secure. There, in the privacy and the darkness, he could try to forget about everything that troubled him and enjoy a retreat that he would never admit he needed.
It couldn't last. Already the community had somehow slipped a sleeping stranger into his refuge: a purple, cat-like Digimon. Although he was usually a light sleeper, the Pokemon continued to dream (a shifting, repeating kaleidescope of people he knew transforming into blue sparks only to reform as other familiar faces), even drawing nearer to the intruder. Near enough that soon he was holding Impmon as a distressed child might hold a toy for comfort.
All told, it was going to be a rather unfortunate morning.
It couldn't last. Already the community had somehow slipped a sleeping stranger into his refuge: a purple, cat-like Digimon. Although he was usually a light sleeper, the Pokemon continued to dream (a shifting, repeating kaleidescope of people he knew transforming into blue sparks only to reform as other familiar faces), even drawing nearer to the intruder. Near enough that soon he was holding Impmon as a distressed child might hold a toy for comfort.
All told, it was going to be a rather unfortunate morning.