Real World

Exam's done! 2 chaps today, 2 chaps tomorrow to make up for the loss time!

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I woke up to the sensation of a cold, unyielding surface beneath me, like a steel drum on a chilly morning. My eyes snapped open, and I found myself back in the lab, which looked like a war zone after a particularly rowdy game of Pokémon Smash Bros. The ceiling was a mosaic of broken tiles and blinking lights, and the symphony of groaning metal and shattering glass was enough to make a noise-canceling headphone weep.

Front and center, amidst the glassy graveyard of her former digs, was Mewtwo. She was sprawled out, looking like a beautiful, unconscious statue surrounded by the ruins of her once-pristine lab. I stared at her, my brain trying to switch from her mental realm's neon lights to the harsh reality of the lab. But the sight of her motionless form kicked my survival instinct into high gear. I pushed myself up, stumbling over to her like a drunken sailor on a stormy sea, my heart pounding like a kick drum in a metal band.

Shit, shit, shit. Is she hurt? Please don't be hurt, I thought, scanning her like a security camera, making sure no glass shards were sticking to her like unwanted party favors. She stirred in my arms, her eyes fluttering open like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

"Where... where are we?" Mewtwo asked, her voice filled with confusion as she squinted against the lab's harsh fluorescent lights, which were about as subtle as a siren's wail. "Why is it so bright? It's like staring into the sun!"

I chuckled softly, looking down at her cradled in my arms like a precious artifact. "Well, that's because we're in the real world, princess," I said, a gentle tease in my voice. "You know, the one with actual light and not just dark void stuff. It's like going from a black-and-white movie to a 4K IMAX experience."

She looked around, her eyes wide with disbelief and a touch of wonder, like a kid on their first trip to the zoo. "The real world? But... but how?" She looked back up at me, her gaze searching mine for answers like a detective at a crime scene. "Are you sure?"

I nodded, offering her a reassuring smile. "I'm sure. See?" I gestured around us, at the broken glass, the flickering lights, the destroyed equipment, which looked like it had been through a blender. "This is the lab. Your tube is... well, it's had a rough night. It's seen more action than a nightclub on New Year's Eve."

Mewtwo followed my gaze, her eyes widening like a cat that's just seen a laser pointer for the first time. "But... how did we get here? I don't understand. One moment we were in my mental realm, and the next, it was like a bomb went off."

I shrugged, still holding her close like a lifeguard rescuing a drowning swimmer. "Honestly, neither do I. One moment we were in your mental realm, and the next, everything went to hell in a handbasket. I think maybe the intense sensations woke you up, and with the apparatus that was keeping you sedated broken, well, let's just say the sedatives aren't doing their job anymore."

Mewtwo looked thoughtful, her brow furrowing like a freshly plowed field. "So, this is what the real world looks like," she murmured, her gaze scanning the room like a security camera on patrol. "It's so... bright. And big. It's like going from a whisper to a scream."

I laughed, adjusting my hold on her like a parent adjusting a fussy baby. "Well, it's definitely brighter than your mental realm. And yeah, the world is pretty big. There's a lot to see, a lot to do. It's like going from a single-channel TV to streaming in 4K."

Mewtwo looked around again, taking in the destroyed equipment, the scattered papers, the flickering lights, which were about as reliable as a politician's promise. "It's all so much... so much... everything!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder and a touch of panic, like a kid who's just been handed a never-ending bag of candy.

I grinned, watching her take it all in like a sponge. Guess the real world is a bit of a sensory overload after that dark void, I thought. "Just wait until you see the rest of the world. This is just a crappy underground lab. There's so much more out there. It's like going from a black-and-white photograph to a vibrant, living painting."

She looked up at me, her eyes shining with excitement and disbelief. "More? But this is already so much. The lights, the sounds, the... the smells." She wrinkled her nose, and I laughed.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Labs aren't exactly known for their pleasant aromas," I said, shifting her in my arms. Her weight was light despite her size. "But trust me, there are much better smells out there. Flowers, food, fresh air."

"What is food? And what are flowers?" she asked, her brows furrowing in confusion.

Oh boy, she's in for a treat, I thought, smiling. "Food is, well, what you eat. It's fuel for your body, and it comes in all sorts of tastes and textures. Flowers, on the other hand, are these beautiful plants that come in all sorts of colors and shapes. They smell great too."

Mewtwo's eyes widened, and she looked around the room again, as if trying to imagine what I was describing. "That sounds so wonderful. I... I want to see them." She said, her voice filled with longing.

"And you will," I promised, gently squeezing her.

As I spoke, Mewtwo's gaze shifted to something behind me, her eyes narrowing in curiosity. "What is that?" she asked, pointing with her chin.

I turned to look, following her line of sight. In the corner, mostly hidden behind an overturned table, was a large, unmoving figure. I chuckled, "That, my dear, is a fat, unconscious man."

Mewtwo tilted her head, her eyes wide with confusion. "Who is he? Why is he here? And why is his tummy so big?" she asked, her gaze fixed on the figure.

I snorted, trying to hold back a laugh. "Well, that's Professor Fuji. He's the one who, uh, brought you into this world."

Mewtwo's brows furrowed, a mix of curiosity and concern crossing her face. "He brought me here? But why?"

I shrugged, shifting her slightly in my arms. "Long story short, he's a scientist who was experimenting with genetic engineering. You're one of his, shall we say, more successful creations."

She looked back at the unconscious professor, her expression thoughtful. "So, he's the reason I exist in this world?"

Mewtwo tilted her head, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and confusion. "Brought me into this world? What does that mean? I don't understand."

I sighed, shifting her weight in my arms as we carefully stepped over more debris. How do you explain the birds and the bees of genetic engineering to a psychic Pokémon? I thought. "Remember when I told you earlier that you were created by humans? Well, normally humans can't create life. You were created by Team Rocket, a group of... not-so-smart people, as part of an experiment. That guy there," I nodded towards the unconscious professor, "was the main reason for your creation in this lab."

She looked thoughtful, her eyes glowing softly as she processed my words. "Created? But... how? Why?"

I shrugged, trying to keep it casual. "Well, you know how some people have too much time and money on their hands? They start doing crazy stuff like creating super powerful psychic Pokémon."

Mewtwo looked back at the professor, her brow furrowing slightly. "So, he's responsible for my existence? For keeping me in that dark void?" Her voice was soft, but there was a new edge to it.

Uh-oh, she's starting to get it, I thought, feeling the air around us start to change subtly. The professor's body twitched slightly, his limbs stirring.

"Mewtwo?" I asked, a note of caution in my voice. But I didn't stop her. After all she'd been through, she deserved some answers. And if that meant giving the professor a little wake-up call, so be it.

Mewtwo's eyes began to glow brighter, her voice filled with a growing intensity. "He... he locked me away. Kept me in the dark. Alone." Her hands started to tremble, and the professor's body began to levitate slightly, his limbs dangling like a puppet's. "Why? Why would he do that to me?"

Her voice cracked, the anger building slowly, like a storm gathering on the horizon. She wasn't used to this emotion, and it showed in the way her breath hitched, the way her body tensed in my arms.

"I... I don't understand," she murmured, her eyes flicking between me and the professor. "Why would someone create me, only to lock me away?"

I could feel her power pulsing, her emotions raw and uncontrolled. The professor's body shook slightly, his head lolling from side to side as Mewtwo's psychic grip tightened.

"Mewtwo, hey," I said softly, trying to bring her focus back to me. "It's okay to be angry. But remember, you're in control now. You're free."

Mewtwo looked towards me, her eyes teary and vulnerable. I reached up, gently caressing her cheek before leaning in to plant small, comforting kisses on her soft skin. She was scary when she was mad, but it was a righteous anger. She deserved to be pissed.

"About your questions," I murmured, pulling back slightly to meet her gaze. "Maybe you should ask him yourself. Kick his ass for answers, maybe."

Mewtwo's eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and determination flickering in her gaze. "I... I can do that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. "You're the most powerful psychic Pokémon in the world, princess. You can do whatever you want. And if that means getting some answers from the guy who kept you locked away, then go for it."

She took a deep breath, her eyes flicking back to the professor. His body was still levitating, his limbs dangling helplessly. Mewtwo's grip on him tightened, her power pulsing through the air like a heartbeat.

Mewtwo stared at the unconscious professor, her brow furrowed in concentration. "But... how do I make him... talk?" she asked, tilting her head as if trying to wrap her mind around the concept.

I chuckled inwardly. Of course she wouldn't know how to wake someone up. She'd never had to. "Well," I said, walking over and picking up a discarded metal pipe lying nearby, "a good bonk to the head usually does the trick."

I held up the pipe, watching Mewtwo's eyes widen in alarm. "Don't worry," I reassured her, "I'll show you. It won't hurt him too badly."

She looked from the pipe back to the professor, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. "Bonk?"

"Yeah, a little tap," I explained, grinning, "Helps to get the blood flowing."

Before she could protest, I launched the pipe in a high, arcing throw towards the professor's head. The metallic clang echoed through the lab as it struck its target. The professor let out a startled groan, his eyes fluttering open.

Mewtwo's eyes followed the pipe's trajectory, then fixed on the professor as he struggled to sit up, rubbing his head.

"Whoa, Princess, easy does it," I said, catching her as she lunged forward, her power tingling in the air around her.

"He...is awake," Mewtwo said, her voice barely above a whisper, her violet eyes fixed on the dumbfounded professor.

"Wh-what's going on?" the professor stammered, his voice groggy. "Who are you?"

I clapped my hands together cheerfully. "Hey, you're finally awake! You were trying to cross the border? Walked right into that imperial ambush, like us and that thief over there." I gestured vaguely at Mewtwo, who eyed the professor with suspicion, her psychic tendrils barely contained.

There was a silence.

The professor blinked at me slowly, his mouth hanging open. Mewtwo, on the other hand, tilted her head, her whole expression one of bewilderment. She seemed lost in thought, her gaze fixed on some point beyond the professor.

I coughed, breaking the silence, and elbowed Mewtwo gently. She came out of her daze, her eyes snapping towards the professor, and her gaze locked onto him with an unnerving intensity.

"Professor Fuji," she said, her voice low and even. "Don't you remember me?"

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Holy hell, finally the smut ended. I, myself was getting a bit tired of it ngl. Now let us take a small break from smut and focus on the story...for now.