You know, I got so excited about posting the story, I forgot to do a little intro and stuff to it. Welp, 2nd times the charm. It's a good ol Mewtwo story so hopefully, you enjoy it!

Special thanks to  archermouse for the proofreading and advice

Written by:  jun365

(Updated 3/26/21)

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Searching for a job is a very arduous task. For something everyone has to do at some point, the task itself can have a variety of results per person. Some people get hired on the spot and rather quickly start their job. Others begin by making their own business and launching out from there. Others try place after place trying desperately to find a job that would accept them. For some people specializing in certain fields of work, job bubbles open and subsequently close rather quickly. You could spend 5 years getting your degree into a promising field only for that field to collapse and leave many people without jobs. Left with only a few options, people either changed their studies and went back to school. Others went on to minimal wage jobs, making sandwiches in a mall. Faced with this decision, Jun made a questionable call. He joined the mob.

Admittedly, this sounded like a horrible idea due to the fact it is one. Working for a crime syndicate is a very high-risk job. You had to make sure not to be caught by the cops but also make sure you don't piss off anyone above your pay grade is a hard thing to manage. Jun started as an intern for one of the science chiefs before rising in the ranks of the scientists to assistant supervisor of site 19. Surprisingly, Team Rocket had a sizable team with a sizable budget. Unsurprisingly, at his location, little of the promised stuff ever came in.

Site 19 was a small base with a skeleton crew of staff. The entire site was empty, only filled with documents and items that Team Rocket wants hidden or secret and members who have messed up in some capacity. Jun sighed as he finished scribbling down his notes and turned his chair from his desk to a dark laboratory. Half the room was used as a storage area with boxes full of documents, reports, and scrap. It looked odd compared to the clean workstations with a few machines placed around and equipment at the ready. Sure he didn’t have to do his experiments or repeat other reports but it was something to do.

Standing up from his chair with a squeak, he slowly made his way over to the door, almost hidden underneath the clutter of boxes, and entered the hallway. The hallway was as barren as the rest of the site as Jun made his way down the white corridors. Passing by the empty rooms and closed doors, Jun finally made it to his second favorite place in the site, the breakroom. Compared to the bleach hallways, the small break room felt alive, at least in feeling. The light was a nice yellowish tone instead of the white fluorescent light that lit the building, there was carpet instead of the title. It all came together in forming the most loved and protected room in the entire facility. Grudges were set aside, held breaths were released, and everyone on the site loved it for that reason. A small island of peace in the boring hell around them. Everybody knew that the room was a safe zone and nothing should ever start or come there. These feelings were mostly unspoken but everyone knew them. If anyone broke those rules, there would be a price to pay.

Jun walked in and did his normal routine. Opening up a small cabinet, he pulled out his thermos and made his way over to the coffee machine. Filling it up took no time at all as he quickly capped it and made his way to one of the two tables. Two other people with similar plans as him had already sat down and looked to have been there for a while. With the two motioning him over, Jun sat down with the two. One wore a lab jacket like he wears and had a head of slowly graying hair. The other one wore the standard rocket grunt outfit and was holding a bottle of soda. “Hey Doc, hey Ben,” Jun said as he took a seat across from the two.

“Hello Jun, anything new or interesting in your studies?” Doctor Crane said as Ben took another swig of his drink. “Only if a small headache somehow causes me to grow psychic powers,” Jun said as he opened his thermos. He and Doctor Crane had a lot in common due to their methods and reasoning of joining. Crane had been with Team Rocket for much longer than probably anyone in the facility. He was the former site director at site 2 but some of his opinions reached the higher-ups and he was ‘promoted’ and moved over to site 19 to be hidden. He knew too much to be able to leave and he was too important to be disposed of. So he remained here like the rest of the items sent to site 19.

“If you do, make sure you tell us before the weekly poker game. I don’t wanna be stuck with bathroom duty.” Ben said as he kicked up his feet onto the table and leaned back a bit. Ben wasn’t what you would call a model worker. He was a great guy but he was super lazy. Though Jun didn’t know the exact reason why he was here, It probably fell along the lines of being asleep on the job too much. He usually ended up with the jobs that had the least amount of work needed. “If I wanted to win, I would need a whole lot more luck than psychic powers. Knowing all the crazy shit you seemingly pull I’m surprised anyone still plays it.”

“Anybody would take a chance not to get bathroom duty, even if the odds are slim. Just be happy it’s not a boxing match instead like at site 2.” Doctor Crane said lifting his tea.

“Wait, site 2 had a boxing ring?” Jun said as he leaned back into his chair, letting his spine rest and shoulders drop.

“Yea, site 2 had a boxing ring and sometimes arguments or jobs were settled over a round of fisticuffs. Never lost a match over my career there.”

“What? Bullshit, old man!” Ben exclaimed as his feet shot down from his relaxed position.

“Back in my prime, I wanted to be a boxer before my career was cut short by a hand injury. I had, still probably have, a mean right hand. 17-0.”

“They probably threw cause you could have easily fired them,” Ben said leaning back into his chair. “I bet if I could time travel back, I could have beaten your ass in boxing. Even with no training, you would have been wiped out by me.”

“Well, you think wrong my good sir,” Crane said with a smirk on his face. The moment was interrupted by a quick horn over the P.A. system. With a groan of the three members and their breaks ended, the three of them got out of their chairs and made their way back to their post. With a wave, the three of them split up as they walked down the different corridors. With a familiar path, Jun made his way back to his lab. Opening the door, he made his way across the barely lit room. Moving another stack of papers onto his desk, Jun brought out his glasses. He had some time to kill.

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Hours passed slowly as Jun ‘worked’ on reports and double-checked work. It didn’t matter what he did, his work wouldn’t be checked or even looked at. He was sent here like everyone else, a punishment. The only person who might pop by for a quick hello would be Doctor Crane but he was probably asleep in his quarters. Looking up at the small electric clock, the red numbers illuminated 10:22. It was bedtime but Jun was still up and still bored. With a sigh, he pulled out another paper hoping for it to cure his boredom.

Files, mission reports, schematics, notes, even patents were all sorted and stored around him. It would be all the same things around him the next day. Then the day after that. Then the next one. He sighed as he took off his glasses and quickly cleaned them with his shirt. Maybe after another report, he would go to bed and maybe get some sleep before the next day. Grabbing the next paper from the pile, he began to read the report labeled: Top secret log E-M2-017.


Log E-M2-017

Result: Failure

E-M2-017 had been our most promising results so far within the reintroduction of the M program. The subject was able to reach a rapid stable cellular state in 2 months compared to the few years it took for the project before. Though the program has learned much from the previous program, it still hasn’t been able to replicate the results. With 017 being able to produce expected adulthood growth results, it is unknown why 017 had lost its molecular state so rapidly. Brain scans and activities showed similar results to E-M2-001 even still after its molecular collapse. 017 has shown no signs of movement or external activity. Though not uncommon for results to lose their molecular state, see subjects (redacted), it is unknown how it managed to grow for so long before its collapse. Some of the other researchers are upset due to how much time seemingly vanished overnight, setting the program back. The boss might not be happy with the outcome but hopefully, he will be able to see the positives in it. Let’s hope Experiment 18 will have better results.

Result: E-M2-017, Failure

E-017 has become what can only be described as a genetic soup. Though I wish we could examine it more closely, time is not on our side with this project so it shall be moved to site 19 R4755. Though some of my colleagues disagree, power will still be on for the life support systems. Some say it’s a waste of time but I still want to examine E-017 after the program is done or I have some extra time to kill.

-Signed

Site Director 01 ‘Wisp’

Jun lowered the paper down back onto his desk. Boy was he finally glad for once he went through all of the papers that came in. He had found a hidden needle in his haystack and one which could give him so much to do. Even if it was a dead-end, he could at the very least study and confirm something. He might not be a team of researchers and scientists but he had two things, time and stubbornness.

Sitting up from his desk, he quickly stretched his back before exiting the room as quickly as he could. Room 4755 wasn’t too far away from his lab and nobody would bat an eye at him. Jun exited his lab and made his way there. Part of him wondered if this grand adventure could wait a day or at least go on after some coffee in his system but he continued his way to the room.

Room 4755’s door looked like every other door in the facility which wasn’t a surprise. The only weird thing was that his key code didn’t work. He wondered why before realizing that this was some high-level stuff. There would be no way some schmuck like him could get in. Except there was. During one of the few times he had ever won during poker, he had gotten the override code for everything in site 19. Kind of something useless cause nothing was interesting but now, Jun thanked his luck as he punched in the passcode.

As the door slid open, Jun was hit with a blast of cold air. Quickly stepping inside, Jun looked in awe at the amount of tech and machines they had lying around. The stuff in here was probably the most expensive thing on the entire site! There weren't any stacked boxes or file cabinets filled to the brim, just machines humming with life. In the middle of the crowded machines laid one large tube filled with a grey pinkish liquid.

Jun slowly took a few steps forward towards the experiment. “The report didn’t say how old you are,” Jun said with his attention on the container. The container still looked to be in good condition and the machines as well. Taking a look over to the side of the machine holding the experiment, he found the control and diagnostic panel. “Well E-M2-017 your vitals look normal, even if you are only liquid. I gotta come up with a better name than the experiment number later.” Jun said, dusting off the reader. The vitals and censors lined up with the report.

“Hmm...Emmy? Bah, I’ll come up with a better name eventually.” Jun said as he straightened himself from his hunched position. “Well, I’ll start pulling my equipment over then I can get to work on ya.”

Turning around, Jun took a big step forward only to step onto a large thick cable that slid out from underneath him. Jun quickly began to fall forward. Thinking quickly, he threw himself back to catch him. He was able to plant his foot down only for it to be caught on another cable. Unable to fix his position, his body crashed into the tube holding the experiment.

The tube holding the experiment broke under the falling scientist, covering him on his impromptu descent. An alarm rang out in the room flashing red. Jun opened his eyes as he looked down at the mess he had created. He was covered in the experiment, which at one point was something living. Queasily, he checked his head and his body for any injuries. It was a pretty bad fall. Looking down to his chest, he noticed as the grey goo began to move around him, sliding down his body. He looked to his hand as the goo began to crawl up his hand. Up? Did he hit his head that hard?

Sharp pain in his hand brought his thoughts back to him as his hand cramped down and his fingers fusing. Jun looked in shock as his hand had become alien-like with three nubs like gray fingers. Twisting his hand around, he saw that it was continuing to affect his body as it made its way down his arm. He needed a first aid kit, someone else, anything that would help him. Getting up in a panic, Jun tried to take a step forward but sharp pains exploded from his legs. Slipping back down onto the floor and the experiment, he hissed in pain as his breath was taken away from him.

Looking down at his legs, he watched in horror as something underneath his shoes began to crawl around his feet causing his shoes to bulge out. The shoes finally gave way revealing mangled grey feet, his toes fused forming similar balls like his hands. Jun desperately tried to back up or at least kick himself away from whatever his feet had become. Muscles cramped and bones cracked as his feet pushed further out with his heels forming a toe-like spur on the back of his heel.

With his arms now almost covered in grey form, Jun tried to rationalize what was happening. Was this its purpose? What was happening to him? Jun groaned as it felt like his entire body pushed forward. A breastplate of bone began to slowly push its way out of his upper chest. It continued to push its way up over his shoulders then out of his back. As the pushing stopped, Jun tried to catch his breath. Pulling up his shirt and looking down, he saw as his stomach and lower body were slowly being consumed as well. Jun let out a pained groan as his thighs began to enlarge, stretching his jeans to the breaking point. Tears began to form as the clothing lost its strength. With a loud pop, his hips popped out into a wide stance and his jeans fell to the ground in tatters. His legs had been fully colored with a huge dark purple spot covering up his groin.

Another pain began to push on the back of his spine. With a small groan, Jun began to push a large purple tail out of his spine, pushing out to a substantial length. Jun’s breath hastened as he could feel it begin to crawl up his neck. Lifting his chin in a desperate last attempt to try anything to stop what was happening, Jun tried to do anything, to scream for help for anyone, anything. His cries were silenced as a thick goop was thrown over and into his mouth as the rest of his face was quickly covered as well. Jun pawed at his face trying to tear it off but his hands gained no purchase. His head felt like it was being bombarded and pulled apart as His eye sockets changed from its human shape alongside a new muzzle. Sharp pains flared as his nose was pushed back into his skull and two horns began to grow on top of his head. Finally, a tube began to snake its way out from his back before striking back into the top of his spine.

Jun collapsed as with the sharp pain, memories of something or someone else began to flood in at a rapid pace. He saw it all. The first birth, the tube, the machines, the experiments, everything. The raw emotions that flooded in were tearing into Jun. The confusion, the pain, everything.

Then it all stopped. Jun continued to breathe, trying to process everything flying through him. Then in an instant, he did. Looking down into the clone’s hand, his hand. He remembered. He remembered every moment of E-M2-017’s life. He even remembered what even he remembered. He is, was Mewtwo, technically. A clone of a clone. A ‘failure’ to replicate what had originally formed Mewtwo. He could feel what they felt, what they thought, everything. Jun stared at what wasn’t and what was at his Mewtwofingertips. An old theory popped up in his mind as he examined his hand. Cells had some memory attached to them. Now some pointed to chemical signals giving a very ‘basic’ memory but what if it was something more? What if they fully remembered who they were?

Jun’s hand finally dropped as he looked around. The room felt slightly alien, probably due to the change in height and the blaring alarm flashing red. “Uh-oh” Jun ‘said’ in a telepathic voice surprising even him for a split moment. That was bad news. The entire base would be after him. Well technically after Mewtwo, which was just a little bit different but not really.

Shaking his head to clear his line of thought, he needed to get out of here, before they killed him or worse, captured him. Stepping over the cables and broken glass, Jun found himself close to the door. He needed a way out. Thinking, a million ideas began to fly out and around him. ‘Oh yea, physic type, forgot about that.’ He smirked as he began assessing the situation ‘Well then, that opens up a few ideas’. A looming power began to crawl up to him as his eyes began to fog. He would make everyone pay. No matter what. After a few seconds, he chose a plan with not only 017’s powers but his knowledge and layout. The power began to pour out of his hand as he raised his right hand almost robotically. The metal door in front of him was crushed by psychic force and thrown off to the side, scarring the few grunts in front of it trying to open the door. Out of the smoke and sparks, he walked out, emerging from the darkened room.

Within seconds the grunts were defeated and Jun began to make his way down the hallway. Grunts either ran or were defeated with psychic power. A small trio of scientists bolted to a supply closet where two of them only made it in, locking the third person out. “Let me in please!” the scientist yelled as he turned around and locked eyes with him.

It was Doctor Crane, an old friend. Now, he was the only person standing or conscious around him. With his back against the door, Crane brought up his fists into a boxing stance. “I-I’ll have you know, I’ve got a mean right hook whatever you are!” He stuttered as his weight began to slightly shift between his feet, prepping for an attack to be launched at him. Looking at the frightened Doctor, Jun stopped. His eyes began to lose the fog that clouded his mind. Jun’s mind began to fight with 017’s. If they were going to be fused, they would need to talk and they would need to decide, together. Not everyone in Team Rocket was bad. Jun knew that. 017 didn’t. All 017 had known was pain and suffering. Jun would help end that and show 017 what he knew.

Lowering his hand, Jun silently sighed as he walked past the doctor, who squished himself against the wall. As he walked away, Crane pulled himself off the wall and looked at him. Before Jun had made it to the end of the hallway, he used his psychic powers to open up the wall revealing the night’s sky.

“Doctor Crane” Jun telepathically said, causing the old doctor to jump, “Tell Ben I won’t make it to poker night...Something came up…” With a powered jump, Jun flew upwards into the cloudy night sky leaving site 19 behind. Doctor Crane slowly walked forward to the large hole in the base with many questions on his mind. He silently looked on into the cloudy night sky.