Versus Failure [Active/Closed for now]
Characters: Mew, Mewtwo, Red
Setting: 2nd floor - East Gallery
Time: Day 005, after exiting the basement
Summary: A still-devastated Red hands his Pokemon over to the one person he knows who is powerful enough to take care of them
Warnings: Shota angst, Mewtwo raeg
Slowly, ever so slowly, the pain began to return. It was daylight outside, so there was not the threat of death to distract him. No, Red was free to wander aimlessly around the house as he pleased.
And aimlessly wander he did. After leaving Anna and Lorenzo with Machi, the boy had nothing to do, and slowly, the memories of the experiments began to return. Red could feel the coldness he had felt when the phantasms cut into his flesh once more, and recalled with chilling accuracy their procedures on his Pokemon - at least, until his brain shut down. He could see how they carefully inspected Poliwhirl’s swirled organs, how they dissected Venusuar’s flower, with alarming clarity. The experiments performed on Gyardos and Aerodactyl were less focused, but just as chilling.
Red couldn’t bear it, but there was nothing for him to do except wander the house and repeat the night over and over again. As the seconds went by, the ten-year-old’s guilt increased exponentially. He had failed his Pokemon. They had helped him and stood by his side for over a year, and he, pathetic creature that he was, couldn’t even get them out of a stupid house. He couldn’t save them. He could only watch, held still by his restraints, as they were each tortured, one after the other. He could only imagine how they must have felt.
Insignificant. Betrayed. Hadn’t they given everything for him? Hadn’t they always fought their hardest? To be rewarded with the cowardice and helplessness the boy had shown was utterly disgraceful. ’We deserve better than him!’ they thought. He knew it.
And they were right; they did deserve better. And he knew someone better. A goal in mind, Red quickened his pace, now searching the house for the one being he knew could take care of them. When he found said being, the boy approached him directly, without fear.
“Mewtwo,” he began. “wou...would you mind doing me a favor?”
Setting: 2nd floor - East Gallery
Time: Day 005, after exiting the basement
Summary: A still-devastated Red hands his Pokemon over to the one person he knows who is powerful enough to take care of them
Warnings: Shota angst, Mewtwo raeg
Slowly, ever so slowly, the pain began to return. It was daylight outside, so there was not the threat of death to distract him. No, Red was free to wander aimlessly around the house as he pleased.
And aimlessly wander he did. After leaving Anna and Lorenzo with Machi, the boy had nothing to do, and slowly, the memories of the experiments began to return. Red could feel the coldness he had felt when the phantasms cut into his flesh once more, and recalled with chilling accuracy their procedures on his Pokemon - at least, until his brain shut down. He could see how they carefully inspected Poliwhirl’s swirled organs, how they dissected Venusuar’s flower, with alarming clarity. The experiments performed on Gyardos and Aerodactyl were less focused, but just as chilling.
Red couldn’t bear it, but there was nothing for him to do except wander the house and repeat the night over and over again. As the seconds went by, the ten-year-old’s guilt increased exponentially. He had failed his Pokemon. They had helped him and stood by his side for over a year, and he, pathetic creature that he was, couldn’t even get them out of a stupid house. He couldn’t save them. He could only watch, held still by his restraints, as they were each tortured, one after the other. He could only imagine how they must have felt.
Insignificant. Betrayed. Hadn’t they given everything for him? Hadn’t they always fought their hardest? To be rewarded with the cowardice and helplessness the boy had shown was utterly disgraceful. ’We deserve better than him!’ they thought. He knew it.
And they were right; they did deserve better. And he knew someone better. A goal in mind, Red quickened his pace, now searching the house for the one being he knew could take care of them. When he found said being, the boy approached him directly, without fear.
“Mewtwo,” he began. “wou...would you mind doing me a favor?”