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My fanfic, now on Archive of Our Own (AO3)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67606541

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A badass depiction of MewOmega, as drawn by @xxtc-96xx themselves 🤩

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Pokémon - Convergent Evolution: Chapter 7

(This story contains depictions of Mewtwo and Newtwo as created by @xxtc-96xx)

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Floating above the turbulent waters of the Whirl Islands in the Johto region was MewOmega, wearing a small satchel. Before doing anything else, MewOmega took a deep breath to inhale the atmosphere of the sea water and the controlled chaos of the waves and currents. Were my mother still alive, I’d vacation with her here someday, thought MewOmega to himself.

A buzz from the communication piece in his ear snapped him out of his daydream. MewOmega put a hand to his ear. He responded, “understood. Sorry for the delay. It’s just…so peaceful here…”

“You’re not here to sightsee,” replied Novikov through the earpiece.

“Okay, okay. I’m playing the sound now.” With that, MewOmega reached into the small satchel and produced the speaker with a button that Dr. Sedatives gave him. Taking one last whiff of the peaceful air with his eyes closed, he pushed the button.

A loud, yet soothing clang echoed throughout the islands. MewOmega found himself unusually at ease hearing the sound. He hadn’t been this relaxed since…

…He caught himself from daydreaming in the nick of time to see the giant silhouette of Lugia in the distance, flying towards him underneath dark clouds with rays of light poking through them. As Lugia drew closer, MewOmega felt a presence…a feminine one, a soothing one, emanating from Lugia. It was then that he heard a feminine voice in his head. Lugia was telepathically communicating with him.

“Child, what is it you seek?” asked Lugia as she approached MewOmega. She stopped a short distance away from MewOmega, her large body imposing as her wings kept flapping to keep her afloat in the air. It was then that Lugia got a good look at who she was facing.

“Wait… Mewtwo? No… it can’t be. You have the same body and yet your mind is much younger,” questioned Lugia. “And I can sense more pain inside,” she said with a frown.

“Mewtwo?” laughed MewOmega. “Hah. You wish.” With that, he quickly outstretched a hand, and shot an intense psychic beam of power from it nearly instantly. Lugia dodged to the side, and the powerful beam struck a nearby island cliff, creating an explosion. Lugia looked back at MewOmega with shock.

“What– why?” anxiously questioned Lugia. “Why do you seek violence, child?”

“I’m no child!” declared MewOmega. “I’ll have you know I’m MewOmega. And I eat Mewtwos for breakfast.” With that, he fired another psychic beam at Lugia. Once again, Lugia evaded it, and then glowered with intensity at MewOmega, eyes narrowed and teeth bared.

“So bold, so cocky and so foolish,” Lugia intoned, before turning to flee from MewOmega. “Definitely the hallmarks of youth. Very well. If it’s a fight you want, let’s see how badly you want it!” With that and a powerful flap of her wings, she sped off. MewOmega gave pursuit.

Lugia was indeed fast, with MewOmega being just as fast. However, one thing MewOmega did not expect was Lugia’s maneuverability. For such a large Pokemon, she was surprisingly agile. It took MewOmega some effort to catch up with Lugia as a result, and once he did, he put both hands in front of himself to unleash an even more powerful beam attack. It struck true on one of Lugia’s wing joints, and some burns could now be seen. But Lugia was unfazed.

“That actually hurt,” said Lugia with a grimace. However, she grinned soon after. “You do know, young one, the extent of my domain?” taunted Lugia, as she began to barrel roll. As one of her wings touched the dark clouds above, they began to shift and twist, and quickly they swirled fast enough to form powerful tornadoes. They began to touch the water below.

MewOmega had to brace himself against the now incredibly furious winds, shielding his eyes. But he was not about to give up pursuing this easily. Lowering his hand, he closed his eyes in focus. Soon, he saw the psychic presence of Lugia, weaving in and out of the clusters of tornadoes. MewOmega once again sped towards Lugia, following the same path. 

After catching up with Lugia this time, he held up a single hand, charging a massive ball of energy, and with a mighty throw he hurled it at Lugia. Seeing the massive projectile on her tail, Lugia immediately dove towards the surface of the water below. Plunging herself in, she went as deep as she could before the massive energy sphere thrown by MewOmega impacted against the surface of the water.

“Hah! Amateur,” mocked Lugia. She wasn’t expecting MewOmega to follow her into the water itself.

And he didn’t. Rather, MewOmega hurled another giant energy sphere into the water, this one larger than the last. The shockwave as it hit the water was much more intense than the first, sending Lugia into a tailspin. Losing control of her momentum, she floated up to the surface to regain her bearings. It was then that MewOmega, hovering above her emergence point, extended a hand to telekinetically lift her, which Lugia could not resist due to being unaware.

She felt a choking sensation as she was lifted into the air. “Child…why are you doing this?” she pleaded desperately.

MewOmega grew furious. “Stop calling me a child!” he shouted as he telekinetically flung Lugia onto the beach of a nearby island at high speed, slamming her into the sand. Lugia attempted to stand, but the impact knocked the wind right out of her lungs. She was too weary to continue to fight. MewOmega landed on the beach next to Lugia’s impact point.

“Why do you do this, young one?” questioned Lugia. “A child your age should be playing and learning, not a–”

“A what?” spat an angry MewOmega. “A weak, pathetic loser? Well, look who’s the loser now!” he declared as he pulled out the device with a spike from his satchel.

“Child, you misunderstand me,” said Lugia with a cough. “You are not meant for this. This should not be your path.”

“Well, it is now, and it’s too late to change that,” said MewOmega, stepping closer to the base of Lugia’s neck, spike in hand.

“It’s never too late, child! You alone can choose what to do with your gift of–” Lugia was cut off by her own screaming, as MewOmega indignantly shoved the spike deep into the base of Lugia’s neck. Electricity crackled from the device on top of the spike. Lugia continued to scream as MewOmega drove the spike deeper.

When MewOmega finished implanting the spike, Lugia became silent. MewOmega stood there for minutes, astonished at his own fury…and somewhat ashamed. Lugia was motionless. “What have I done?” fearfully said MewOmega.

Then, Lugia began to move again. Slowly but surely she began to stand up. However, there was a coldness to her movements this time, almost mechanical. The once kind warmth MewOmega experienced from Lugia’s psychic presence was gone, and in its place was…nothing. Lugia continued to brush itself off, and then eventually turned to MewOmega. Her eyes flashed with a bright red color, similar to MewOmega's eyes. Then, she took off once more with powerful wing flaps. She cried out once more, but this cry felt generic with no soul backing it up.

“What… what have I done?” questioned MewOmega.

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Why is there a line down the middle 😱

WE hired this Dreepy to stare at you.

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Pokémon - Convergent Evolution, Chapter 6

(This story contains versions of Mewtwo and Newtwo as depicted by @xxtc-96xx)

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Later that same night, MewOmega laid in a comfortable bed in a private room. At first, he was sleeping soundly. However, his eyelids began to twitch as he started dreaming.

The dream started out pleasant enough, with the picturesque scenes he first saw as visions before emerging out of the center laboratory chamber. There was more detail this time around, though, as he was able to make out the individual faces of the children playing with Pokemon. These children seemed to be scattered across the various regions of the world, and MewOmega was still unable to interact with them.

Soon, though, he found himself forcibly whisked back to his old house. This time, though, it wasn’t on fire, or at least it didn’t start that way. He saw his mother, standing in the living room. MewOmega was about to approach her, but his mother took the first step. However, she seemed to be running in slow motion. It was clear she was trying to reach him but was being  held back. Then, three distinct flashes, from a source MewOmega couldn’t see. Three new holes suddenly appeared in MewOmega’s mother, two in her chest, one in her head. She collapsed, and MewOmega slowly inched towards her in trepidation and fear.

Before he could examine any further, he felt a sudden, extreme heat overtake him. The house was on fire again, and he felt that familiar choking sensation of smoke inhalation. He tried to move again, but before he could, a huge fireball erupted and consumed everything in an explosion.

This woke MewOmega up from his slumber. His private room was already disorganized, but now it was a downright mess, with no rhyme or reason to where things were now.

A voice played over the intercom in his room. It was Dr. Sedatives. “You alright, kiddo?” he asked gently.

“Uh…yeah, I’m fine. It was just a bad dream,” groggily responded MewOmega.

“I’ll say!” exclaimed Dr. Sedatives with a chuckle. “Your entire room was shaking enough to be felt in nearby areas of the building.” Dr. Sedatives paused for a moment. He then resumed, “hey, I got an idea. Why don’t you take a short walk around the place? The mild exercise will make you sleepy again, I guarantee it. I’ll even turn on a few hall lights for you so you won’t get lost.”

“Uh…okay,” MewOmega hesitantly agreed. He stood up, walked towards his bedroom door, and exited.

True to his word, Dr. Sedatives turned on enough of the hall lights to provide guidance for MewOmega, but not at their full brightness. MewOmega sauntered quietly through the halls, following the lights, but at one juncture, he paused. He saw something out of the corner of his eye. Taking a few tentative steps in that direction, he leaned around the corner, and saw just the briefest glimpse of a pair of glowing pink eyes, and a toothy smile.

MewOmega suppressed a gasp. “What was that? A Gengar, here?” he whispered to himself. He started to walk in the direction he presumably saw the Gengar. It was a dark hallway, clearly off the path that MewOmega was supposed to stay on. The image of the Gengar face continued to pop up along the route, as if guiding MewOmega to a specific destination.

Eventually, MewOmega reached a dead end…or it would be a dead end, save for a thick door. The center of the door was painted over, but MewOmega could tell it was starting to peel. He stretched his hand out and brushed away the peeling paint. Behind the paint was an engraving, and it read “Project Tenno.”

“Project…Tenno?” MewOmega read the engraving to himself. Then, the large door started to slide open of its own accord. MewOmega stood puzzled, as he didn’t push any buttons or did anything that would’ve forced the door open. Inside, he saw that familiar Gengar face again, except this time it winked at him, and then disappeared entirely. MewOmega took a single step inside this area new to him.

What he saw inside didn’t disturb him at first. It looked like racks of computer servers, fairly powerful ones judging by their size and how warm the room felt. Looking towards the back of the server room, he saw another large door. When he laid his eyes on it, MewOmega heard something that shook him to his core.

It was the whispers of human children. They sounded similar to the children he saw in his dream earlier. Their whispers were ones of desperation…

“Help us… Save us… Take us away…”

MewOmega was shaken, but he could not process any of it in time before a stiff hand landed on his shoulder. MewOmega turned around with a startle, to see a guard with a gruff expression looking right at him.

“Kid, what are you doing here?” demanded the guard.

“I…uh… there was a Gengar here, I swear to Arceus!” stammered MewOmega. “I was just following it!”

“A Gengar, huh?” questioned the guard. “I’ll note that in my log. We’ll look into it later. Now come along, back to your room. Now,” he commanded. MewOmega did not disobey. He had enough exploration for one night after hearing those whispers. At least Dr. Sedatives was right about the walk making him tired enough to sleep again.

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Pokémon - Convergent Evolution Chapter 5

(Contains versions of Mewtwo and Newtwo created by @xxtc-96xx)

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Elsewhere, Novikov sat in an executive suite on the top floor of the skyscraper headquarters of Team Neura. He held in his hand a short glass of whiskey with ice. Swirling his drink around, he stared at it for some time. However, he snapped out of his reverie when the intercom on his desk suddenly clicked to life.

“Sir, we have a visual on MewOmega. He’s returned home,” said the voice on the intercom.

“Good. You know the drill. Let him in, and of course make sure the usual areas are blocked off somehow,” commanded Novikov. “Don’t make it too obvious,” he added at the last second.

Within a few minutes, the automatic doors to the executive suite hissed open. Into the room stepped MewOmega, who approached Novikov’s desk, smiled, and kneeled down on the floor in front.

“Oh, kid, you don’t need to do that, we’ve been over this,” Novikov casually said, as he stood up to approach MewOmega. “I’m your Uncle, not your commanding officer,” he added with a laugh.

MewOmega giggled like a little kid. He then got up and ran to Novikov, hugging him. “I just do that to look cool, you know? Don’t think anything of it.”

“I just want to make sure I have the right relationship with you, that's all,” responded Novikov. “I want you to feel welcome at all times. Loved.”

“I think that’s been established already,” MewOmega said with a laugh.

“Unfortunately,” intoned Novikov, “we do have serious business to discuss.”

MewOmega frowned. “Is this about Giovanni?” he asked.

“Yes,” replied Novikov. “Shame that he escaped.”

“He was… well protected. When I tried to go after him, he was protected by…two famous Pokemon,” continued MewOmega.

“Which were…?” asked Novikov.

“Mewtwo and Newtwo.” MewOmega looked away from Novikov slightly as he mentioned those names. “They were guarding Giovanni.”

Novikov raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. “Oh, really? That’s…unexpected, considering their history with each other. I wonder why.”

“When I battled Mewtwo and Newtwo, Giovanni took that time to escape somehow,” replied MewOmega. “I highly doubt the Twos were that invested in his safety. They didn’t seem all that concerned when Giovanni ran away.”

“Neither were you, apparently,” said Novikov with a tinge of disappointment. “If you put out more effort to find him, maybe you could’ve–”

MewOmega took that moment to completely look away from Novikov, breaking eye contact. “I apologize, Uncle,” he said dejectedly.

Novikov took another swig of his whiskey, put the glass down, and then approached MewOmega once more. He took one hand and started gently petting MewOmega on the top of his head, even going so far as to scratch behind his ears.

“Don’t worry about it, kid,” said Novikov with a smile. “I’m sure you did enough damage to Team Rocket’s facilities to cripple them anyway. Even if the head of the snake is still intact, I highly doubt its body has any fight left.”

“I hope so, Uncle,” said MewOmega, the smile slowly returning to his face.

“This means it’s time for you to take the next step for us, kid,” piped up Novikov. “Team Rocket was a warm-up for you. It’s time you started hunting bigger game.”

“Bigger game?” repeated MewOmega questioningly.

“Yes,” said Novikov confidently. “For your next assignment, you’ll be going after legendary Pokemon.”

“Really, Uncle? That’s so cool!” exclaimed MewOmega with exuberance. “I always wanted to see them!”

“You’ll be doing more than seeing them, kid. You’ll be catching them for us,” clarified Novikov. MewOmega’s eyes lit up, and Novikov reached to use his intercom. “Dr. Sedatives? Please come up here, MewOmega is ready for you.”

“Is that what the kid is calling me now? I suppose that’s cute enough. Maybe it’s revenge for me almost injecting him with sedatives when he first woke up,” replied the doctor. “I’ll be right up to collect him.”

“Go see Dr. Sedatives, young one,” said Novikov to MewOmega. “He’ll get you up to speed on who you’re up against.”

Later, in Dr. “Sedatives’” private office…

“You must know about legendary Pokemon already, considering your reaction to the news that you’re pursuing them,” Dr. Sedatives said with a chuckle. He spun around in his chair to face MewOmega.

“I mean, who hasn’t?” enthusiastically replied MewOmega. “They’re only the coolest Pokemon ever!”

“Aside from you of course,” chuckled Dr. Sedatives, patting MewOmega once more on the head. “I’ll tell you more about your next assignment – the legendary Pokemon known as Lugia.”

“Lugia? So I’ll be going to Johto next?” questioned MewOmega.

“Very good, you’ve been studying!” exclaimed Dr. Sedatives. “Yep, once you’re in Johto, you’ll be headed towards the Whirl Islands. These islands are named for the whirlpools and strong currents surrounding each of them.”

“Good thing I don’t need to swim,” laughed MewOmega.

“Right? Anyway, once you approach the northeasternmost island, just play this sound,” said Dr. Sedatives as he handed MewOmega a speaker with a button on it. MewOmega pushed the button, and a resounding bell clang filled the room. The bell was loud, but oddly soothing and calming.

“Once you play that sound, Lugia should eventually appear,” continued Dr. Sedatives.

“And then I’ll battle it and catch it?” excitedly said MewOmega.

“Yes, of course! But you won’t be using a PokeBall, unlike human trainers,” said Dr. Sedatives. “To capture this legendary Pokemon, you’ll be using one of these,” he continued as he produced a rather intimidating looking handheld device with a long spike protruding out of one end.

MewOmega looked a little disturbed when he saw the device. “...What is it?” he questioned.

“Oh, it’s got the same effect as a PokeBall,” answered Dr. Sedatives. “Except you’re not confining the Pokemon in question to an itty-bitty living space. We figure it’s a more humane way.”

“Wow,” said an astonished MewOmega. “It…looks painful, though.”

“That’s why you defeat the Pokemon first before putting it on. If exhausted, they won’t feel a thing. Also, you’ll need to put this device in a specific spot on the Pokemon.” As he said that, Dr. Sedatives pulled up a 3D model of Lugia on his computer. He rolled the model until the top was facing him, and then he pointed to the base of the neck of Lugia. “Once you place the device here, Lugia will love you as its own trainer.”

“Got it,” said MewOmega with a tentative nod. It was clear he had doubts, but he could not see any reason to give power to those doubts. MewOmega hesitantly looked around the room, as Dr. Sedatives began typing on his keyboard. Eventually his eyes became transfixed on a photograph, one of a woman and a child.

MewOmega immediately recognized the people in the photograph. The woman was his mother, and the child was him. His voice shaking, he interrupted Dr. Sedatives, questioning “why do you have a photo of me and my mother in your office?”

Dr. Sedatives nervously chuckled and ruffled his hair before turning once more to MewOmega. “To honor her memory, of course. She gave the world you. Without her, you would not be who you are today.” Something about this wasn’t adding up for MewOmega, but he decided not to pursue his thoughts further. Dr. Sedatives got up from his chair and began to usher MewOmega out of the room. “It’s time you get some rest, little Tenno. You’ve got a big day ahead of you tomorrow.”

“What’s a Tenno? You keep calling me that,” asked MewOmega.

“Oh, just a cute nickname I came up with,” he replied.

MewOmega gave Dr. Sedatives one last hug before walking the rest of the way out of his office. The door hissed shut behind him.

Turning around after the door closed, Dr. Sedatives gave a weary sigh. He slumped back into his office chair, and turned towards the photograph on his desk that MewOmega asked about. A single tear ran down his cheek. He rubbed a finger over the image of the mother.

“Don’t worry, my love,” he began quietly. “You’ll get your justice soon enough.”

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Pokémon - Convergent Evolution, Chapter 4

(This story's version of Mewtwo and Newtwo are the ones from the webcomic by @xxtc-96xx. Yes, they did give permission, provided I credit them. And here's the credit :) )

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Chapter 4

When the dust around the wreck settled, Mewtwo couldn’t help but stand in shock at the sight before him. A near-perfect replica of himself, save for the colors and a few other minor details. The power Mewtwo could feel emanating from this creature was unlike anything he had felt before. And yet, it felt similar enough to resemble his own power.

Mewtwo shrugged off the fear and stood ready to fight this new threat. “Who are you?” he questioned.

MewOmega smiled and bowed his head slightly. “Why, I’m your demise, of course. But MewOmega will suffice.” His red eyes flashed for a moment. “You must be the infamous Mewtwo I’ve heard so much about.”

“I don’t know if you’re insane, or simply foolish. But I’m gonna find out what you’re truly made of,” Mewtwo declared, purple lightning arcing from his fists.

“I’d love to show you,” MewOmega challenged. He put forth his left hand and closed the fingers in a universal “bring it” gesture. “Come at me and find out!”

Mewtwo quickly flung a purple energy sphere square at MewOmega’s head, which MewOmega deflected quickly with his left hand. The next thing MewOmega saw was an incoming fist from Mewtwo, clearly a follow-up from the energy sphere. MewOmega effortlessly hovered out of the way with a minimum of movement. Mewtwo threw another punch, same result. Then an unbelievably fast flurry of punches and kicks, All hitting nothing but air.

“Impressive,” responded an astonished Mewtwo. Backing up slightly, he switched things up with a leaping overhead kick. As it was about to connect, MewOmega easily blocked it with his arm. Mewtwo suddenly found himself unable to move, telekinetically held in place by MewOmega.

“Thanks for the compliment,” MewOmega sarcastically gloated, before throwing Mewtwo across the room. Mewtwo’s impact left a hole in the opposite wall. MewOmega floated forward, but only a short distance before getting pelted on the head with an energy sphere thrown by Newtwo. MewOmega glanced in Newtwo’s direction, and saw Newtwo in her Mega Evolution Y form.

“I don’t know how you found us,” angrily growled Newtwo, as she charged a Hyper Beam with her hands. “But you’ll find we’re more than you bargained for!” She let loose the Hyper Beam, which MewOmega blocked with one of his arms. The beam reflected onto the ceiling, and by moving his arm, MewOmega eventually got the beam to point right back at Newtwo. Newtwo had to stop the attack shortly before the reflected beam made contact with her.

Newtwo started hovering by herself, and various small objects in the room started to float with her. One by one, she telekinetically flung each floating object at MewOmega, who deflected the smaller ones with ease. As Newtwo threw larger objects, MewOmega was beginning to show signs of struggling, and Newtwo kept throwing. Eventually she threw the tire of the crashed ambulance at MewOmega, who caught it telekinetically with both hands. Then, with a shove, he flung it back at Newtwo. Newtwo saw it coming but was unable to catch it in time with her own powers; the tire struck her abdomen, and sent her skidding back. The floorboards started to crack and splinter with her sliding. She grunted with pain as she regained her footing.

“That’s it?” guffawed MewOmega. “That’s all the two of you have to offer? I guess I really–” MewOmega began, but was caught off guard by a flying fist as Mewtwo flew through the hole made earlier. MewOmega saw it coming but couldn’t react in time before the high speed fist impacted his face. He flew back through the hole the ambulance made. He skidded to a halt on the grass some distance away. “Okay,” MewOmega spat. “I’ll give you that one.”

“There’s a lot more where that came from!” proclaimed Mewtwo, who stepped through the hole with Newtwo in tow. He braced himself, fists in front of him. He took a single step forward, and Newtwo telekinetically flung Mewtwo forward as Mewtwo leapt towards MewOmega.

MewOmega raised his hands to stop the flying Mewtwo, but was unable to before Mewtwo crashed into MewOmega with a forceful tackle. The two combatants tumbled across the grassy plain, and when they stopped, Mewtwo was pinning MewOmega on the ground. Mewtwo was about to pummel MewOmega, when MewOmega shoved Mewtwo off of him with a strong telekinetic force. Mewtwo went flying backwards, but eventually stopped a good distance away. He levitated above the battlefield.

“Okay, you’ve got some power after all,” chuckled MewOmega. However, before anything else happened, he put a hand up to his ear as if to hear something better. He then directly turned to Mewtwo. “Sorry, but this is gonna have to wait. I still have a job to do.”

Before Mewtwo could do anything else, MewOmega crouched down, then leapt into the air with a thunderous boom, flying away at incredible speed.

Mewtwo was tempted to give pursuit, but before he thought to chase, he remembered Professor Oak, and the possibility he might have been hurt in the battle. He hurried back to Oak’s lab and went inside. Professor Oak got up after taking cover behind some random furniture, and dusted himself off.

“Professor? Are you alright?” asked Mewtwo. The professor coughed and replied, “yes, I’m alright… but my lab…”

“To use human vernacular, we just got our asses kicked, and you’re more worried about your lab?” responded Mewtwo.

“Of course I’m concerned about you, Mewtwo,” began Oak. “But I was hoping you’d be able to handle yourself, which you did.”

“But… where’s Giovanni?” interjected Newtwo. “I can’t find him.”

There was a short pause as they all scanned the premises for any sign of Giovanni. There was none. “Oh… he’s gone. I do apologize, I should’ve kept better track, but I had to save my own skin,” said Oak apologetically.

“Should we look for him?” asked Newtwo.

“Don’t bother,” replied Mewtwo. “I doubt he had anything more to tell us. Dead or alive, he’s not our biggest concern.”

“Indeed,” replied Newtwo. “Whoever it was that attacked us… they had power, and lots of it. Never saw anything like it, except from us.”

“He said he still had a job to do. No idea what he meant,” replied Mewtwo. “I would’ve given pursuit, but he’s… fast. Went supersonic, the best I could tell. Disappeared before I could give chase.”

“So… what do we do now?” questioned Newtwo.

“I don’t think we can do anything else except wait for him or Team Neura to strike again,” grimly said Mewtwo. “Or for some other lead to appear. But don’t worry. I don’t think we’ll have to wait long…”

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Pokémon — Convergent Evolution Chapter 3

(This fanfic contains the versions of Mewtwo and Newtwo created by @xxtc-96xx — if I got anything wrong about them here, please let me know!)

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A few months later…

The day started quiet at Professor Oak’s lab, save for the background hum of a television. On said television was a news report showing signs of battle and devastation. The headline at the bottom read, “Fourth Team Rocket facility raided,” while the ticker below further read, “34 casualties confirmed, millions of PokeDollars in damage.”

Standing a healthy distance away from the television was the infamous Mewtwo, his gaze fixated on the screen. Standing right beside him was his female counterpart Newtwo, wrapping an arm around Mewtwo’s shoulders. Behind them was Professor Oak, who began to speak. “I can see this is concerning to you, Mewtwo. That’s why I called you here to discuss it.”

“Let me make it clear that I have no love for Team Rocket, Professor,” replied Mewtwo. “But any action against Team Rocket has the potential to ultimately catch up with me – us – considering my past with them.”

“I’m aware of that, Mewtwo,” responded Oak. “I just wish I knew what to tell you in that regard. Whoever is conducting these raids is organized, and very well armed. Not only with conventional weapons, but possibly Pokemon too. Powerful ones.”

“I could tell,” said Mewtwo coldly. “Whoever is doing this, we need to know their motives, if for no other reason than to make sure the fallout doesn’t negatively affect us.”

“Maybe we could even help them, who knows,” chimed in Newtwo. “Arceus knows this world could use a lot less of Team Rocket in general. Although this violent removal might not be the best way.”

“Indeed,” intoned Oak. “Whoever’s responsible for these raids clearly prefers hammers over scalpels.”

Newtwo continued to stare at the TV and sighed. “I’d hate to think of how much damage such a faction could…huh?” Newtwo turned her head around quickly.

Oak looked at Newtwo with surprise. “What is it, Newt?”

“You didn’t hear that crash just now?” responded Newtwo.

“Uh, well, I don’t have as good a hearing ability as you, so…no, I didn’t?” replied a confused Oak.

“I heard it too,” said Mewtwo with that cold yet familiar intonation. “It’s not far from here. We should investigate.”

One short walk later, and Professor Oak, Mewtwo and Newtwo came across a plume of billowing black smoke. A roaring fire could be heard from the same source. Each of them picked up the pace to see what was producing it. What they saw, they were not prepared for.

“A…Team Rocket helicopter?” gasped Newtwo. “But…why would they come after us again?”

“Whosever this helicopter belonged to, it’s wrecked now,” Oak stated. That was quite obvious, with the extensive structural damage and fire that was slowly spreading to outside of it. The only untouched portion of the helicopter was the Team Rocket logo, oddly enough.

“Wait…someone is still alive in there!” suddenly barked Mewtwo. He approached the wreck, and used his telekinetic power to move aside some debris. Out from under the debris crawled an injured man, not in any specific Team Rocket outfit – rather, it was an expensive business suit.

Mewtwo instantly recognized who it was. His eyes glowed with anger upon the lone survivor – it was none other than Giovanni, CEO of Team Rocket. Giovanni stood up, barely, and looked Mewtwo square in his glowing eyes. He was clutching what looked to be a pretty deep wound around his abdomen.

“Giovanni,” glowered Mewtwo. Both Oak and Newtwo replicated Mewtwo’s icy, furious stare at Giovanni. “How the mighty have fallen.”

“Mewtwo,” gurgled Giovanni, “I need your help… as abhorrent as that idea sounds.”

“That is an abhorrent idea,” responded Mewtwo. He clenched his fists, and purple lightning arced from him. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t put you out of your misery right here, right now.”

After coughing up a modicum of blood, Giovanni found the strength to reply, “if you want you and your new family to live… you’re at least going to want to listen to what I have to say.”

‘Well, then, talk,” commanded Mewtwo. However, Newtwo put a hand on his shoulder, a mixture of worry and anger in her expression.

“Shouldn’t we go somewhere quieter?” questioned Newtwo. “Where there isn’t a roaring fire making it hard to hear exact things?”

Mewtwo sighed, “perhaps you’re right.” He turned to Oak. He shivered with disgust as he asked Oak, “do you think you can patch him up? At least long enough to tell us what he needs to say?”

Oak stammered, “uh…I have a first aid kit but that’s about it. I’m a Pokemon professor, not a doctor. But at least I can call an ambulance.”

“Do what you must,” replied Mewtwo.

Some time after the walk back to Oak’s lab, Oak was busy cutting the bandage to fit the gauze applied to Giovanni’s wound. The open first aid kit on the table next to the couch where they sat had just barely enough of both to cover the worst of Giovanni’s wound.

“I’m sure that’s good enough for now, Professor,” gruffed Giovanni. “Let me speak to Mewtwo now. The matter is quite urgent.”

Mewtwo walked into the living room at that exact moment, Newtwo not too far behind. Giovanni could feel the temperature in the room lower by a few degrees.

“As you were saying, Giovanni,” growled Mewtwo. “Start talking.”

“Very well,” began Giovanni. “Have you heard of Team Neura?”

“Team Neura,” pensively stated Newtwo. “I’ve seen some TV commercials for them recently. Aren’t they a pharmaceutical company? Like, don’t they specialize in brain surgery or something like that?”

“Are you saying they did this, Giovanni?” questioned Mewtwo. “I find that hard to believe. They’re a drug company. They wouldn’t have the resources to conduct violent raids on your property.”

“Anyone would think that,” started Giovanni. “And indeed, that was true…until recently.” Giovanni casually laid back on the couch, blood still oozing slowly from his wound. “They suddenly grew a lot stronger when one of Team Rocket’s own betrayed us, and defected to Team Neura.”

“One would think whoever this former employee was, was turning a new leaf, leaving Team Rocket. But as the raids show, it’s more complicated than that,” said Newtwo with an exasperated sigh. “What did this former employee do for you that would’ve benefitted Neura in such a manner?” she asked Giovanni.

“Whoever it was…they somehow had access to the knowledge and tools once used to create you,” stated Giovanni. Mewtwo and Newtwo visibly recoiled, and Giovanni gave a slight grin.

“But… how? All the scientists that made me and/or Newtwo are either dead or mind-wiped,” demanded Mewtwo.

“We’re still investigating that. Or at least, we were until these raids started,” said Giovanni.

As Giovanni spoke, a slight nudge of agitation gripped Newtwo. She glanced in the direction of the television and started moving slowly towards the wall it was mounted on.

“Do you have any leads at all? At least something to go on?” asked Mewtwo. He was so focused on Giovanni that he failed to notice Newtwo standing against the wall with her ear on it.

“That’s the fun part,” replied Giovanni. “Take a look.” He reached into the pocket opposite of the side where the wound was, and pulled out a series of photographs. He handed them to Mewtwo, who flipped through them with dread. The photos showed one lone attacker, hovering menacingly over the raid site. Whatever detail could be made out in this photo was unmistakable – the silhouette looked like another Mewtwo.

Mewtwo grasped the photo with a mixture of fear and fury, crumpling the photo in his hand. Giovanni chuckled, coughing up a quantum of blood in the process.

“You think this is a joke?” whispered Mewtwo, menacingly.

“Well, having your own technology used against you is pretty funny,” replied Giovanni.”I just hope–”

He was interrupted by Newtwo shouting “get down, now!!!”

Newtwo leapt between Mewtwo and Giovanni, using her telekinetic force to fling both Mewtwo and Giovanni away from the wall where the TV was. It was from that wall that a vehicle suddenly crashed through, plaster, wood, and broken glass resounding through the other noise as the vehicle crumpled under the impact. The TV was propelled across the room, and a corner of it embedded itself in the opposite wall.

Newtwo stood up first, looking at the vehicle. She recognized it as an ambulance, albeit a wrecked one now. Mewtwo was next to stand, and he saw the culprit for this disaster levitate himself in through the hole the ambulance made in the wall. Indeed, it did look just like Mewtwo…but the colors were off, the abdomen and tail being unnaturally black while the rest of the body was unnaturally white. For the first time in a long time, Mewtwo felt fear.

“Somebody call the waah-mbulance?” laughed MewOmega, as he locked his gaze onto Mewtwo.

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Pokémon: Convergent Evolution - Chapter 2 (fan fiction)

(Once again, this fanfic will (eventually) use the Mewtwo and Newtwo characters as depicted by @xxtc-96xx - they just haven't showed up yet. But anyway, enjoy...)

Chapter 2

The next things the child would know were the feelings of darkness and warmth. They seemed conflicting at first, but the child eventually grew used to these sensations. Then the visions came…at first, they were pleasant. The most picturesque locations in the various regions of the world, Pokemon playing with children, other pleasant scenes; unfortunately, the child could not interact with these scenes.

One night, the child gained enough lucidity to wake up. But before gaining that lucidity, a nightmare had to be experienced.

The warmth that the child got used to became hotter, until it turned into burning. He saw himself inside a burning house, and inside with him was his mother, on the floor, gasping for air. The child, upon seeing his mother gasp for air, soon felt the need to do so himself as the smoke became overpowering.

“No… mom, no! Don’t go like this!” thought the child.

Back in the real world, a warning sound played, as a laboratory technician looked at a waveform on a screen. The waveform was changing from a smooth, slightly curvy line to a jagged, spiky, active jumble. The lab tech reached for a radio receiver frantically upon seeing it.

“Uh, Code Red! MewOmega seems to be waking up. Get people in here now!”

In the center of the lab is a large, glass cylinder with multiple tubes attached to it. Even though the cylinder was glass, light was barely penetrating it, causing the contents to be concealed. That is, until a pair of glowing, red eyes suddenly lit up from within it. The glass cylinder began to crack, as more people surrounded it, some wearing lab coats, others brandishing weapons.

Eventually, most of the glass gave way, revealing the body of what appeared to be a Pokemon. This Pokemon stood with the gait of a muscular child, but had the curves and face of a sleek, predatory cat. The abdomen and tail were unnaturally black, while the rest of its body was unnaturally white. The red eyes that were staring out from the fluid inside the chamber were now being shielded by one of the Pokemon’s arms.

“That escalated quickly,” one of the lab scientists eventually chimed in. The Pokemon inside the chamber was struggling to stand, but eventually did so, although the stance was wobbly. The scientist spoke again, “are you alright? Can you walk?”

The Pokemon replied - not through speech, but with what seemed to be a telepathic broadcast - with a tentative “where am I?”

“It’s okay, you’re safe now,” said the scientist. “Hey, someone get him a blanket and help him out of that tube.” Two guards obeyed the order.

The Pokemon spoke telepathically again. “Where’s my mom? She…she was inside our house, it was on fire, where is she –”

“It’s okay, you’re safe now!” declared the scientist. “You’re as safe as can be! Don’t worry about a thing, you’re alright.”

“But, my mom… where is she? She can’t be… can she? I need to see her, where is she?” The telepathic voice grew more and more frantic and anxious. The Pokemon started trembling in fear, and as it did, tremors shook the room, while various objects started to move of their own accord. Some objects levitated in the air, other glass objects in the room shattered like grenades, screens and lights flickered, and cracks began to appear in the floor and walls.

The scientist could see other people in the room were about to panic. He reached inside his lab coat for a syringe, presumably full of sedatives. He was about to rush to the Pokemon to jab him with the syringe, when Novikov strolled into the room. The Pokemon looked up to Novikov, and the tremors stopped, with everything else finally reaching stillness.

“Please, doctor, put that away,” said Novikov. The scientist did as he was told. “Everyone, if you could leave me alone with MewOmega for a few minutes?”

“But, sir, if he’s this unstable –” started the scientist who had the sedatives earlier.

Novikov waved a hand dismissively. “I’ll be alright, I promise. Please, give us some privacy.” The guards started to usher everyone, save for Novikov and MewOmega, out of the room. The door shut behind them, leaving the two alone, facing each other.

“What…what happened to me and my mom?” began MewOmega. “The last person I saw her with was you… do you know what happened?”

Novikov frowned, and approached MewOmega, putting an arm over his shoulder. “I’m afraid I have terrible news for you, kid.” Hugging MewOmega close, he intoned, “Your mother has passed away.”

When MewOmega heard that, he froze for a second, but then hugged Novikov tightly. His red eyes squeezed shut as tears started to flow out from them. “Was she… was she in that burning house I saw?”

“Unfortunately, yes. A gas explosion caused a massive fire inside that house. We were able to get you out in time, but the same could not be said for your mother,” finished Novikov.

“But… but what happened to me?” questioned MewOmega. A look of confusion flashed across his face.

“Well, thanks to smoke inhalation, you were also on the verge of death’s door,” said Novikov. “We had to resort to… drastic measures to preserve your life where we couldn’t with your mother.”

“Drastic… measures?” asked MewOmega, the fear starting to come back. Novikov hugged him gently. He grabbed something reflective from a nearby operating table.

“Your body was in pretty bad shape,” said Novikov as he handed the reflective surface to MewOmega. “To save you, we had to put you in a new one.”

MewOmega took a good long look at his new face. He raised a hand to grasp it, only to see that his hand now had only three fingers on it, each one ending in a spherical bulb of flesh. In shock, he dropped the mirror.

“I… I look like a Pokemon. Like… Mew?”

“Like Mewtwo,” corrected Novikov.

“But… why?” questioned MewOmega. “Why turn me into a Pokemon?”

“Well… I know you’ve had troubles in your life. Troubles dealing with other people, with Pokemon,” stated Novikov matter-of-factly. “I wanted to give you the tools to deal with your troubles. And you’ll find these tools are quite potent.”

MewOmega looked down at his new hands. They started to crackle lightly with purple lightning.

“You mean… I have the powers of Mewtwo?” asked MewOmega with trepidation.

“More than Mewtwo,” confidently said Novikov. “I’ve given you power beyond that of Mewtwo. No one can dare hurt you ever again. If they try, you’ll be more than capable of dealing with them.”

MewOmega clenched his fists together, levitating briefly. Purple lightning started to arc from his body onto various surfaces in the lab, each strike leaving damage and burns.

“Your new name will be MewOmega, kid,” said Novikov with a smile. “Because you’re the very best clone of Mew, like Mewtwo never was. Even Mew itself would tremble before your might. But before you can wield those powers, you must learn control,” stated Novikov. “With proper control, you’ll be able to do anything with your powers. Literally anything.”

MewOmega smiled for the first time since emerging from the center glass chamber. He asked confidently, “when do we start?”

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New Pokémon fanfic incoming!

Pretty self explanatory. This Pokémon work of fan fiction pits the Mewtwo and Newtwo from @xxtc-96xx against a new threat that's beyond anything they've ever faced... yet it feels familiar. (Yes, I did get permission to use the versions of Mewtwo and Newtwo that xxtc-96xx created, provided I credit them. Which I'm doing right now.)

Constructive feedback is welcome and encouraged. Here is... Chapter 1!

Pokémon: Convergent Evolution

Chapter 1

It started out like a normal summer day for most children in Kanto. Sunny skies, warm breezes, flowing grass and the occasional Pidgey or Oddish popping up. Most children in this region would begin their path to become Pokemon Trainers, and indeed, several children lined up outside of a professor’s home, all too eager to start their journeys with a Pokemon friend of their own. All ready to compete to be the very best, like no one ever was.

This would not be the case for one young boy in this quiet Kanto town.

He was currently sitting in front of a television in a quaint house on the opposite side of the town where the Pokemon professor set up shop. In his hands was not a PokeBall, but a game controller, playing a game on his console that simulated Pokemon battles.

Nearby, inside the kitchen of this house, two adults stood talking to each other. One, a well-dressed man in a business suit, average height but a bit above average weight, and it showed. He had grey hair on his head, which at his age can be more than said for other men. It was backed up by a thin mustache and a beard that was the opposite of thin. He stood in the middle of the kitchen.

At the counter pouring coffee into two mugs was an older woman, although still nowhere near as old as the well-dressed man. Short, curly dark hair adorned a face with an expression that was loving yet anxious. Grabbing the handles of the two coffee mugs, she turned to the well-dressed man and handed one to him. He eagerly took it.

“Ma’am, I need an answer. Are you going to commit your son to this program?”

“I don’t know,” replied the woman. “You know I want what’s best for him. But I know so little about this ‘program’ of yours that I really can’t say.”

“Well, we’ve been over this many times. The benefits of this program will be immeasurable to your son,” began the well-dressed man.

The mother cut him off. “But you’ve never mentioned how it would do that! How do I know that these ‘benefits’ will be worth whatever you put him through? Do you even know what he goes through on a daily basis, as someone with so-called autism?”

“Ma’am,” started the well-dressed man after an exasperated sigh, “you know our corporation is on the cutting edge of research in neurological studies. Treating whatever conditions your son has is easy for us. It’s totally non-invasive and your son’s mind will come out perfectly intact.”

“Sounds like you’re trying to cure him of something,” snapped back the mother. “He is not someone with a contagious virus or something like that.” After that, she sighed and tried to calm down. “I still want my son to be my son,” she eventually spoke placidly.

“He will always be your son,” said the well-dressed man. “We’re merely enhancing his potential. He can still be whoever he wants to be. By Arceus, maybe he can become that Pokemon trainer he always wanted to be. You said it yourself. In his current state he’s too ruled by fear to chase  his dreams. Fear of other kids, of Pokemon, of… life, dare I say it.”

“You do dare say it!” exclaimed the mother. She realized she raised her voice again but quickly returned it to normal. “I want to give my son a fair chance to overcome his challenges. Maybe he doesn’t need your ‘treatment.’ I don’t know. It’s all just…I don’t know what the right thing to do is.”

The well-dressed man took a long sip of his coffee, waiting for an opportune moment to speak again. The mother set down her own mug, not wanting to spill coffee on herself as she became more animated and agitated.

After setting down her mug, the well-dressed man spoke to her once more. “I have an idea. We’ve been talking about your son and his future without involving your son himself. Why don’t we go to the living room and ask him what he thinks, hmm?”

The mother paused briefly. “...Yes, that is a good idea. Nothing about him without him.” With that, the well-dressed man set his mug down and went into the living room with the boy’s mother.

The boy looked up as the two entered. After looking at the game screen to make sure he was in a good spot to pause, he put down his controller and walked up between his mother and the well-dressed man. The well-dressed man inched slightly closer to the boy.

This is the moment that would change the boy’s life forever. Not with a Pokemon cry, but with an abduction. The well-dressed man, in one fluid motion, produced a cloth which stunk of an unrecognizable chemical in his left hand, and what looked like a gun in the other. He quickly shoved the stinking cloth into the boy’s face; the boy felt woozy upon getting the stench in his nostrils and had no idea what happened next. All he could remember is hearing three distinct clicks, seeing three distinct flashes, and seeing his mother collapse to the floor. After that, it literally all went dark for him.

The boy went limp in the well-dressed man’s arms, eyes closing firmly. The man dropped his smoking gun on the floor of the house, and then produced a two-way radio out of another pocket. “I have the boy. Now let’s clean this place up and get out of here,” he commanded into the radio.

Outside, a limo pulled up just as fast as the well-dressed man summoned it. With the help of a guard that was standing outside prior, he lifted the child into the back seat of the car. The well-dressed man then got in on the other side.

As the limo drove away, the well-dressed man looked at the child with a wicked smile. Once the limo was a set distance away from the house, the house itself burst into flames.

“Don’t worry, kid,” began the well-dressed man. “Uncle Novikov will take good care of you. After all, we need that brain of yours to be healthy and strong. Especially with where it’s going,” Novikov said with a small chuckle.

“You’ve been afraid of other people and Pokemon. And you’ve been treated badly by them. But you…soon you’ll have the opportunity to pay them back. And then some. It will be their turn to fear you.”

The limo picked up speed, and Novikov took out a mobile phone that was stashed in a nearby seat pocket. After pushing a few buttons, he immediately asked “are we ready for transference?”

“Yes, Novikov,” was the reply.

“Good. We’re on our way.” Novikov then hung up and continued speaking to the unconscious child. “You’ll be thanking me soon enough, kid. And then all of us at Team Neura will be thanking  you… once you take out our rivals, Team Rocket, of course.”