Fat-ality Part 1

The professor looked around, blinking like a startled owl, before his gaze landed on Mewtwo. His eyes widened, then darted back to me, as if searching for an escape hatch. Seeing none, he turned his attention back to Mewtwo.

The professor swallowed hard, his voice trembling like a leaf in a storm. "Y-you're Mewtwo. I... I created you." Despite his fear, there was a note of pride in his voice, like a kid showing off his science fair project.

Mewtwo's power pulsed slightly, her eyes narrowing. "Created me? But... why? And then why did you lock me away in darkness for so long?"

The professor's gaze darted between us, his fear growing like weeds in a garden. "I-I was tasked with creating a being of immense power and intelligence," he began, his voice hesitant. "And I succeeded. But as you grew in power, it became clear that you were... unpredictable. Your emotions were raw and intense, and your power was difficult to control. We were afraid that if you were allowed to roam free, you might pose a danger to yourself and others."

Mewtwo's power pulsed slightly, her eyes narrowing. "And so you locked me away."

Fuji nodded, sweat beading on his forehead like he was in a sauna. "Y-yes. We had to keep you sedated, for everyone's safety. We were afraid that if you were allowed to roam free, you might pose a danger to yourself and others."

I leaned in, my breath tickling Mewtwo's ear. "Sounds like he's saying you're a danger, babe. Maybe you should show him what happens when you're unleashed."

Mewtwo's power surged, her voice dripping with ice. "A danger? Is that all I am to you?"

Fuji's eyes went wide, his body trembling like a leaf. "N-no, that's not what I meant. Please, you have to understand-"

I chuckled, my fingers tracing the curve of Mewtwo's shoulders. "I think she understands perfectly, don't you, babe? Maybe you should give him a demonstration of what you're capable of. Make him see the true extent of your power."

Lmao, trolling is fun as fuck.

Fuji's face paled, his voice shaking like a leaf. "P-please, don't listen to him. I-I can help you. I-I can make it right."

Mewtwo's power pulsed again, her eyes blazing with an inner fire. "Make it right? You think you can fix the damage you've done?"

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as I watched Fuji squirm. This guy was like a fish on a hook, flailing around and making a total fool of himself. I leaned in, my voice whispering sweet nothings in Mewtwo's ear, and Fuji's eyes went wide with terror.

"Maybe he should be the one getting fixed," I whispered, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe you should show him what it means to play God."

Fuji's face turned a lovely shade of green, and he looked like he was about to vomit. "P-please, stop," he stammered, his voice shaking like a leaf. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. I was desperate, afraid-"

I cut him off, my voice dripping with mock innocence. "Oh, poor baby. You're afraid? You're the one who's been playing God, creating life and then locking it away like a lab rat. You're the one who's been afraid of what you've created."

Mewtwo's power flared again, her voice a mix of anger, hurt, and confusion. "Desperate? Afraid? Is that why you kept me locked away? Is that why you're saying these cruel things?"

Fuji's eyes darted back and forth, his face contorted in frustration. 

He cried out: "I am not! It's this guy who is bending my words!" 

"How am I bending your words?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Tell me one thing I said that wasn't true?"

Fuji's eyes went wide, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He couldn't find anything to say, couldn't find any words to refute what I had said.

I chuckled to myself, enjoying the sight of Fuji squirming. "Oh, shut your trap with all that bullshit," I said, my voice filled with disgust. "Why don't you tell us about your daughter, huh?"

Fuji's face went pale, his eyes widening in fear. "My... my daughter?" he stammered, sweat beading on his forehead. "What... what are you talking about?"

I leaned in, my voice a low whisper. "I heard the people talking about someone who went apeshit because his daughter died and couldn't move on from her," I said, my voice filled with malice. "And how he experimented with her dead body, dissected it like an animal, used it to create... something."

Fuji's expression grew more and more pained as I spoke, his face twisting in a mix of anger and shame. "Fine!" he finally shouted, his voice filled with rage. "It was me! I am the one who wanted to do all this shit!"

I couldn't help but chuckle at Fuji's outburst. I leaned in, my voice a low whisper. "So, you admit it then?" I asked, my voice filled with mock innocence. "Then what did you do next?"

Fuji stays silent for a moment, his face a mask of turmoil. Suddenly, his body convulses as he starts choking. Mewtwo isn't liking his silence one bit.

I raise my hand in front of him, and right before Fuji's eyes, my human hand transforms into a sharp, rotating spike. "Listen up, old man," I say, my voice as sharp as the spike. "You've got five seconds to start talking, or this thing is going to make a smoothie out of your brain."

Fuji's eyes widen in terror, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "I-if I talk, will you let me go?" he stammers, clinging to a shred of hope.

I chuckle, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, absolutely," I reply, my eyes gleaming with malice. "I'll let you go... from life." I pause, letting the words sink in. "Trust me, it'll be less painful that way."

Fuji starts breaking down, his words tumbling out in a desperate confession. No, not a confession—more like a twisted bragging session. "I created numerous clones of my daughter," he blurts out, his eyes wild. "But they all kept dying within weeks. Then Team Rocket approached me. They gave me the genetic material of Mew to improve my technique, to create a more stable version of her—Amber."

Mewtwo cuts him off, her voice trembling with a mix of hope and anger. "Amber? You know her? Where is she? Is she good now?"

Fuji's expression turns sad, a grimace of pain etched on his face. "Oh, we did put both of you in the same mental channel," he says, nodding sadly. Then his expression changes to one of disappointment. "But too bad, her genetic template was too unstable. It began deteriorating in years, and we... we had to put her down."

Mewtwo's eyes narrow, her power pulsing with anger. "Put her down? Where did you put her down?"

I step in, my voice dripping with disgust. "Mewtwo, he means they killed her," I explain, my eyes fixed on Fuji. "These people treated her like an animal for slaughter."

Fuji's face contorts in a mix of shame and desperation. "I-I had no choice," he stammers, his voice barely a whisper. "I was desperate, I was trying to bring her back, to make things right—"

Mewtwo's power surges, her eyes blazing with fury. "Make things right? You think this is making things right?"

Fuji's eyes dart around like a trapped rat, his mouth sputtering incoherent babble. "I can... with Mewtwo's help... create a better Amber. One that isn't a defective product. We can do it, I swear!" His voice is a manic, obsessive ramble.

I raise an eyebrow, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "Let's say we do what you want. But what if she comes out defective again?"

Fuji's eyes narrow, a chilling threat in his voice. "We'll create an even better one! My Amber cannot be defective!" He leans forward, his face a twisted mask of obsession. "You can't stop me, Mewtwo. You can't stop the inevitable. I will bring Amber back, and she will be perfect. You will help me, whether you like it or not."

I snort, rolling my eyes so hard I'm surprised they don't pop out. "Yeah, yeah, keep talking, Fuji. You're just making yourself sound more and more like a Saturday morning cartoon villain."