Secrets of Rockets

As I approached Viridian City, I couldn't help but wonder if it was worth stopping. I mean, what the fuck was there to do in this place? Sure, there was a Nurse Joy, but I'd already tapped that well, so to speak. For now, at least.

I circled above the city, the wind rustling through my feathers as I contemplated my options. Then it hit me. There was one thing in Viridian City that started with an R and ended with a T. Any guesses?

Team Fucking Rocket.

That's right, the goddamn Team Rocket was based here, and their boss, Giovanni, was the gym leader. I'd heard rumors in my past life that Giovanni was Ash's dad, which would make him the ex of my personal milf, Delia.

Now, I'm not a jealous man—okay, maybe I am—but if those rumors were true, I wouldn't mind un-aliving that fucker. I mean, it's for the greater good, right? Can't have some shady criminal mastermind running around, especially not one who might have a claim on my milf.

Even leaving that aside, there was a certain Pokémon that might be in their base that I was quite interested in. Cloned from the DNA of the first Pokémon, aka Mew itself, and a legendary Pokémon in its own right, Mewtwo.

If I remembered correctly, Giovanni was keeping it in the base and using it to capture Pokémon. The thought of getting my hands on Mewtwo made my Ditto heart flutter with excitement.

I swooped down behind Viridian Gym, transforming into human form just before landing on the ground with a large thud in a superhero pose!

When the dust cleared, my body with more broken bones than intact was laying in a small crater in Yamcha pose.

"Ouch, that hurt," I groaned in pain. My knees were gone, as well as the majority of my bones in my legs and right hand. "Fuck me, I forgot I'm not actually a superhero," I muttered, wincing as I tried to move.

I lay there for a moment, cursing my own stupidity. Why the fuck did I think landing like that was a good idea? I'm a goddamn Ditto, not Superman.

Well, unless I see that guy once. 

With a grunt, I started to heal myself, my body shifting and reforming as I focused on fixing the damage. It was a slow process, but eventually, I managed to get back on my feet, albeit a bit shakily.

"Note to self," I said, brushing the dirt off my clothes, "no more superhero landings."

I looked around, making sure no one had seen my less-than-graceful entrance. The coast was clear, thank fuck. I didn't need any witnesses to my moment of idiocy.

And if someone did, I didn't mind un-aliving them. Being the symbol of equality I am, girls might get option to die from pleasure instead of pain. 

Just kidding! No, not about the pleasure part through. Feel free to contact myself if you need some assisted suicide at cheap rates.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. Infiltrating Team Rocket's base wasn't going to be easy, but I was a fucking Ditto. I could handle it.

I started to make my way towards the gym, my eyes scanning the area for any signs of trouble. I needed to be careful, to be smart.

Bring it on, Team Rocket. This Ditto is ready to fuck shit up.

As I roamed around the gym area, I was looking for something specific. What, you ask? Well, I just found it—a fucking vent!

But there was a slight problem. The vent was about 15 feet up on the wall. But who am I? That's right, I'm the goddamn Spider-Man! (One without the hyphen in its name, because fuck hyphens.)

I placed my hand on the wall, changing the skin of my palm into Ditto's slime form. As I've said before, I can control the stickiness of my body. Normally, it's used so I don't end up absorbing all the filth on the ground while moving, but now, it was being used by a smart man—me!

My hand stuck perfectly to the wall. I grinned, feeling like a fucking superhero again, but this time without the broken bones. I started to climb, my hands and feet sticking and unsticking to the wall with each movement. It was slow going, but I was making progress.

"Fuck, this is harder than it looks," I muttered, my muscles straining as I pulled myself up. But I wasn't about to give up. I was a Ditto on a mission, and nothing was going to stop me.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I reached the vent. I looked at it, contemplating my next move. Pull it out? Nah, what's even the need for that?

I placed my hand on the vent, and it melted into slime form, seeping into the gaps. My body followed, morphing and squeezing through the small opening. It was a tight fit, but I managed to wriggle my way inside.

"Thank fuck for being a Ditto," I thought, as I reformed my body on the other side of the vent. I was now inside the gym, ready to cause some chaos.

I looked around, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. The place was quiet, eerily so. But I knew better than to let my guard down. This was Team Rocket's territory, and I was the intruder.

I started to make my way through the ventilation system, my body shifting and changing to fit through the narrow passages. I was like a fucking ninja, silent and stealthy, ready to strike at any moment.

I moved through the ventilation system like a fucking ninja, my body shifting and changing to fit through the narrow passages. The gym was a maze of ducts and vents, but I was determined to find my way through.

After what felt like an eternity of crawling and squeezing, I finally reached the large gym battle area. I peeked through the vent grate, my eyes scanning the room. It was empty, the arena silent and still. I guess Giovanni wasn't expecting any challengers today.

I continued on, moving deeper into the gym. I passed by several empty rooms, their purposes unknown and unimportant to me.

How come a gym is so empty? I remember annoying fuckers stopping players at every corner in the game. Even if I remove that part, where the fuck is all the staff.

As I was wondering while slithering across the vent, I came across a room that was far from empty.

I peered through the vent, my eyes widening at the sight before me. A woman had pinned a man on a strange contraption. He was totally naked and bound by ropes to the contraption. The woman was riding him with reckless abandon while the man was crying in pain.

"What the actual fuck?" I muttered, my mind racing with questions. But I didn't have time to dwell on it. I had to keep moving. Good luck brother, may you survive the Snu Snu.

I pressed on, my heart pounding in my chest as I navigated the labyrinthine ducts.

And then, finally, I heard some talking voices when I passed by a intersection in the vents. I move in the direction, noticing the sound getting more audible.

I pressed my ear against the vent, straining to listen. The voices were muffled, but I could make out that there were two people in there. I moved further ahead, finding a slitted vent opening. Peering through, I spotted a guy in black clothes with a large R symbol on it—definitely a Team Rocket grunt. Opposite him, a dude in a look-this-is-pricy suit was sitting with a resting bitch face. Yep, that had to be Giovanni.

The grunt was droning on about some useless shit, like how many Pokémon they'd stolen and other daily operations of Team Rocket. Blah, blah, blah. I was about to tune out when he mentioned something interesting.

Grunt: "Sir, there are rumors about a new type of Pokéball being developed at Silph Co. They say it has an impossibly high catch rate."

Giovanni's eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward. "A new Pokéball, you say? Command our moles there to get more information. This could be beneficial for us."

The grunt nodded, looking eager to please. "Yes, sir. Also, there's been an incident in Viridian City. The team with the talking Meowth was captured by the police for trying to raid the Pokémon Center."

Giovanni's face darkened. "That team with Miyamoto's daughter, right? Jessie and her team member James?"

Grunt: "Yes, sir. They were caught red-handed."

Giovanni cursed under his breath. "Those fools. They're nothing like their mother. Miyamoto got us the Mewtwo DNA sample, and they can't even raid a Pokémon Center without getting caught."

The grunt hesitated before speaking up again. "Sir, about the Mewtwo project..."

Giovanni raised an eyebrow. "What about it? It was going well last time I heard the report."

Grunt: "Well, sir, it's getting difficult to keep it sedated. Its power is growing tremendously, and the thing is still in its growth period."

Giovanni waved a hand dismissively. "Ignore the problem part. Explain the power growth part."

The grunt gulped. "Sir, its mental energies are moving the lab equipment around even when it's sedated. It's like it's developing some kind of psychic ability."

Giovanni's eyes gleamed with interest. "Psychic ability, you say? That could be very useful. Keep a close eye on it and report any further developments."

The grunt hesitated again, shifting uncomfortably. "Sir, the situation is a bit serious. Mewtwo's psychic energy is disrupting the equipment and sometimes even the researchers. It's becoming a real problem."

Giovanni's expression hardened. "Then sedate it heavily. We can't afford to have our operations disrupted by some unruly Pokémon, no matter how powerful it is."

The grunt nodded, though he still looked worried. "Yes, sir. We'll increase the sedation dosage. But sir, there's a risk that heavy sedation could affect its growth and development."

Yeah, that's a flag if any.

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Extremely Sorry for the late update. As an apology, have 2 chapters. This is the start of a 10-15 chapters long arc so hold your horses in your hand. 

And also, bring in those power stones and comments if you want more chapters!

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