A flying purple orb flew through the sky, heading toward a tall, treacherous volcano. It headed toward the mountain with incredible speed, nearly as fast as Raikou. It passed through the mountain as if it were a mere illusion. It then stopped when it reached a hollow center, which contained a tower as black as black could be. It lowered itself toward the top of the tower, where a dark cloud awaited. The Purple orb disappeared upon reaching the top, revealing Mewtwo.
“You” Mewtwo said in a menacing voice.
“Ah, Mewtwo, you’ve come at last. Come. Sit. You must be tired after your long journey” The cloud replied. It slowly circled Mewtwo until it had surrounded him.
“No, I’ve came to put an end to you” Mewtwo said, unfazed by the darkness engulfing him.
“Why so serious? I only want to play a little” The Cloud said innocently.
“Play? How about a game of ‘Interrogation’? I ask the questions, and if you don’t answer, you die” Mewtwo replied, aggravated by how lightly the Cloud took his presence. The only Pokémon who wouldn’t cower in fear in front of him were Mew and Arceus. He was not used to this kind of reaction from lesser beings. “For example, are you the one responsible for the disappearance of several Pokémon?”
“Oh no, no, no. I would never do something like that! I did something else to them”
“Because I needed this” Suddenly a blue fire appeared before Mewtwo. The fire let out millions of agonized screams of pain and torture, begging to be spared. “A mind is a delicate thing, no?”
Mewtwo suddenly felt something he never felt before. Was it fear? Anxiety? Just the smallest trace of nervousness? Mewtwo didn’t know he could never feel such absurd emotions. “What did you do to the bodies, then?” Mewtwo cried out.
“Heh, let me show you”
Before Mewtwo could react, he was shot with a bolt of black lightning. Mewtwo knew it was useless. He was the most powerful Pokémon alive! But he could hear just the faintest crack. Was that his defenses? The bolt broke through Mewtwo’s invisible psychic barrier, and the bolt struck, creating an immense amount of pain. When the bolt disappeared, Mewtwo fell down to his knees.
“I feel pity for you, but I have no time for helplessness, lets end this.” The Cloud said before shooting Mewtwo with another bolt of dark electricity.
A Cyndaquil stood in front of the entrance to a forest. It had been a long trip from the campsite to here, but he simply could not muster up enough courage. “It’s impossible” sighed the Cyndaquil. “I don’t know what could be waiting in there for me. Maybe an angry horde of Beedrill! Or a rabid Ursaring! Or maybe even some kind of – What the?”
The Cyndaquil noticed something floating in the nearby river he had to cross earlier. He saw a Pikachu, unconscious, just casually floating down the river.
“W-whoa! Wait, Finally! Someone to rescue! If I can bring this poor, defenseless Pikachu back to camp, I’ll become part of a rescue team for sure!” The Cyndaquil stated triumphantly, making a pose. But then he noticed the Pikachu just left his sight. “Wait! Come back!” The Cyndaquil ran towards the Pokémon, unaware of the grand adventure that awaited him…..
Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Dawn of Darkness
And so begins my next fanfic. This is going to be my most important project I'll be working on, so expect regular updates (Though not guaranteed). The prequel was PMD Dawn of Memory, but I got bored of it, and it only has a little impact on the plot of this story. Enjoy!