Chapter 72: Dark Mewtwo — Our Future
"Who… am I?"
The black Pokémon lowered its head, deep violet eyes staring at its own hands with hollow confusion.
This power…
This existence…
The sound of rotor blades cut through the silence.
The black Pokémon's head snapped up. Those violet eyes blazed back to life — a burning, unsettling light, like something feral pressing against the inside of a lamp.
A boy in white dropped from the helicopter. With a certain gray blob's psychic assistance, he landed with considerably more style than the situation probably warranted.
"Hm. Hm hm hm."
Mammon surveyed the wreckage around him. The obliterated landscape gave a very thorough account of what it had endured.
Then his gaze moved to the figure standing at the center of it all.
Dark Mewtwo.
Its silhouette was nearly identical to a standard Mewtwo — but its body was pure black, and embedded in its left shoulder was a fragment of gold crystal, jagged and broken. The tip of its tail gleamed the same shade of gold.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Mammon walked toward it. Each footfall rang out unnaturally clearly across the ruined ground.
Dark Mewtwo's violet pupils flickered — savagery and reason trading control back and forth. Its instincts surged multiple times, reaching to throw up a wall of psychic force and stop this human from getting any closer. Each time, reason pulled it back.
This human appeared the moment I woke. He almost certainly knows who I am.
"Look at all this." Mammon stopped a few meters away and grinned. "You did all of this yourself. Impressive."
"Who are you?" The telepathic voice was low and rough.
"Mammon. You can call me Mammon."
"And who am I?"
"Mewtwo. You know that already, don't you?"
Mammon said it with a quiet smile. This Mewtwo had only just awakened — but it had been conscious for some time before that. The researchers buried under this rubble had never bothered to watch their words around it.
Dark Mewtwo was silent. Was that really what it was?
"Mew's genetic material as the foundation. Genes from numerous exceptional Pokémon layered in. A certain special substance — and cutting-edge cloning technology. That's how you were born, Mewtwo."
Mammon didn't hide it.
The reason this particular Mewtwo had come out black rather than the standard grey came down to the gold crystal shard in its shoulder. He'd come across it by chance — originally intended for the research team to study — and in one accident, the embryonic Mewtwo had simply absorbed it. The result was the creature standing in front of him now.
"Mew… clone… Mewtwo…"
Something in those words made Dark Mewtwo's confusion deepen rather than ease.
So it was only a copy. A duplicate of Mew.
The violet light in its eyes began to strobe faster. A cloned organism. A meaningless test subject.
The primal rage in its body pressed upward, feeding on the revelation — and the revelation itself, that it was only a clone, was something it couldn't accept.
"Easy." Mammon raised an eyebrow. The Power of Viridian moved outward from him, steady and warm, pressing gently against Dark Mewtwo's spiraling emotions. "You are not a copy of anyone. You are yourself. You are the individual known as Mewtwo."
This one was considerably more volatile than the movie version, he noted. Probably the stone's influence — it had done something to the base temperament as well as the coloring.
The warmth of the Power of Viridian settled into Dark Mewtwo like a hand placed on a shoulder. Its breathing — if it breathed — steadied.
And Mammon's words were doing their own work.
Not a copy of anyone?
"Mew is Mew. Mewtwo is Mewtwo." His voice was unhurried, easy to listen to. "Yes, you were born from its genetic material. But so what?"
"Don't hesitate. Don't spiral. Don't let yourself get tangled in it." He looked at Dark Mewtwo directly. "You are the only one of you that has ever existed. Your birth itself proves that — the world recognized the miracle of you."
"You are not a mistake. You are a free living being. You don't need to put the word 'clone' around your own neck like a chain — because you were never the same as Mew to begin with."
Dark Mewtwo stared at him.
It had only just awakened. Its mind was not entirely its own yet. Against words like these, delivered at this particular moment — it had no defenses.
"I…"
But even so, the confusion didn't fully leave. Even if its existence was valid — even if it was free —
What was it supposed to do next?
Purpose. Direction. Will. It had none of these things.
"You just woke up. You don't know where to go yet." Mammon read it clearly. "That's natural."
Young, he thought. Right now, it's genuinely young.
Which was precisely why this was the right moment.
"Then come with me." He extended his hand toward Dark Mewtwo. A genuine smile, not a calculated one. "I'll show you. Mewtwo — let's find our future together."
Under the quiet, persistent influence of the Power of Viridian, and these words at exactly the right time — he was confident it wouldn't refuse.
"Our future?" Dark Mewtwo looked directly into his eyes.
"Yes. Ours."
Mammon's smile widened.
"It will be something brilliant. Something that shines. But the road to it — I can't walk it alone."
"So I need you, Mewtwo. Lend me your strength."
Dark Mewtwo looked at the outstretched hand for a long, wordless moment.
Our… future…
On the broken ground of the ruined island, the black Pokémon and the boy drew closer.
Celadon City.
A city where generations had always lived alongside each other. Home to Kanto's largest department store. The name itself meant something like the color of a dreamlike rainbow — and the city lived up to it, vibrant and prosperous, second in scale only to Saffron City.
The Celadon Department Store. The Celadon Gym, one of Kanto's official eight. And the city's crown jewel of entertainment: the famous Celadon Game Corner.
"How does it feel?" Mammon asked, walking alongside Dark Mewtwo down a street in the southern part of the city.
Dark Mewtwo was wearing a suit of silver-grey armor — sleek, technical-looking, built with precision.
"Uncomfortable. My psychic response is slower." It rolled one arm slightly, testing the weight of the plating. The telepathic voice was still rough.
"Your power is too large to manage cleanly right now — you just woke up, and you can't control it fully yet. The limiter armor will suppress your output, but it'll help you master what you have much faster."
Dark Mewtwo said nothing. It already understood this.
"Hm?"
Mammon's gaze shifted to something down the street.
Three people. One Pikachu.
"Well, well."
He broke into a wide grin.
Look who it is.
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