The bubbly pokemon zips through the skies with careless abandon. A pidgey squawking it’s dismay when Mew flies past, breaking up it’s flight path, only to double back and chirp at the winged being. They dance around the disgruntled fellow who tries pecking at them before giggling and taking off through the air once more. Below the tree line, they break through the leaves and rush into bigger skies. The clouds yet too high to reach as Mew carries on towards their destination.
Unbeknownst to the pink pokemon, their course was quickly thwarted when something catches their attention. A feeling at first tickles the senses before it tugs them in another direction. Careless as Mew was, they care little for whether this pull was something dangerous, or not. They allow it to guide them towards whatever this may be.
Of course, it was certainly a familiar tug. They knew what this was and have met the other before. It was merely the thought of why they found themselves here and if they mean to cause any harm. Eyes spot the other from where they soared through the skies. Dipping lower until they manage to bring themselves a little over 20 feet from where the larger being stood. A cock to the head and a curious chirp makes their presence further known while they hover just there in wait.
He spoke between their shared connection, feeling what he could of the other’s power. Their energy always brought about both an alarming amount of calm to him, but also this great bout of agony, of longing. Mewtwo knew that he could never be what Mew was, and has; His life was marred by humanity, forever and always. He carries with himself a great burden, and a fire that won’t seem to extinguish, as much as he has tested those boundaries, willingly or not.
Yet, from what he has seen, and felt, the one where he came from was far above any such worries. They had a life that expands eons, and knowledge that could potentially rid this world of all creation, had they so wished it. Above all of that, and a part in which Mewtwo loathed the most, was that they were so carefree. So full of life. It was astoundingly suffocating to him, and his hands clenched together to form what was his way of fists.
“I knew you would come... but was it wise? After all, I am your superior...” The threat lingering there, and his eyes narrowed as he considered what to do with them. That want to cause pain and misery flared up in his thoughts, even though he had thought himself past such things. The mere sight of Mew was sending his logic off to the wayside, and he was trying to keep himself focused.
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