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ROCKET RESURGENCE:
Chapter 14: Grey’s New Anatomy
…
“It happened a few months ago when things were incredibly boring…”
…
Mewtwo stared at the scientists as they went about their business. Such a boring day it was. Just tests, tests, and more tests. He was getting tired of seeing the same old faces. He had grown up in the lab, and he learned many things about Team Rocket. Here’s a few listed.
One: Humanity likes to torture Pokémon and each other.
Two: Some people are better than others.
Three: Scientists were experimenting on Pokémon and humans alike.
Four: The newest administrator, Grey, likes to pull pranks on everyone. He does not care who or what you are. The severity of the prank depends on how bad his opinion of you is.
One such occasion of Mewtwo witnessing Grey’s stunts included sticking rocks in someone’s bag just to make it harder to carry around. The person didn’t notice until after they left, but Grey was smiling the whole time.
A few days later, Grey entered the room late after the scientists left. He walked over to Mewtwo’s containment chamber holding a few tools. Mewtwo’s closed eyes tracked Grey from the other side of the glass.
[What are you doing?] Mewtwo asked. Grey froze. He thought Mewtwo was asleep.
The nineteen-year-old stood up and met Mewtwo’s glowing purple eyes. He felt his muscle impulses slow down, as if he was being held in place by his own body. Anyone else would have been very unsettled by this.
Grey was not most people. Instead of panicking or answering Mewtwo’s question, he calmly posed a counter question.
“What would you suspect I’m doing?”
Mewtwo came to understand this type of jargon as ‘sass.’ He narrowed his eyes.
[You are doing something against your fellow humans’ wishes, aren’t you?]
Grey somehow shook off the paralysis and crossed his arms with a smirk on his face. “Well, look at mister know-it-all. Looks like you’ve got me all figured out.” His smirk became a frown. “I don’t agree with my father’s practices. Incidentally, I don’t really care about anyone other than who I’ve got in my locket. Face the facts. We’re all a bunch of sinners. I’m just spicing things up is all.”
Mewtwo thought to himself. This young adult was craving change. He could feel it. It wasn’t obvious to most, but a skilled eye could see he was faking the confident attitude.
[This job is taking its toll on you. You’re tired of the life this world has granted.]
Grey closed his eyes and turned away. “…You make it sound like there was an option.” He shrugged. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m bored… No one picks a fight anymore. They don’t challenge me and they don’t stand in my way. At that point, why bother?”
For some reason, Mewtwo took interest in Grey’s position. He was an admin of Team Rocket, yes, but even this human suffered and had similar problems to what he was dealing with.
[Life does change given time. So I’ve been told.]
Grey faced Mewtwo with a scowl. “Don’t hand me that. You’ve been in this facility your whole life. Even if you escaped, you would still be you.”
He looked down. “You are an experiment made for the benefit of Team Rocket, and that’s all you will ever be,” he muttered, partially at himself. He looked back up at Mewtwo. “You can’t change what you are. Once a rotten apple, always a rotten apple.”
It was during this sudden revelation that Mewtwo detected a weakness in Grey’s mental defenses. It was now possible for him to directly access his mind and force Grey to release him. He hesitated. Had he anything to fear from doing this? None at all. But a small part of him wanted to resolve Grey’s problem seeing how alike they didn’t know they were.
[If you desire change, I could-] “-Don’t bother,” Grey cut in.
He reached over and started unscrewing a few things. It wasn’t enough to immediately cause problems, but if it was left unfixed for a given amount of time, Mewtwo would be able to escape!
The man picked up his tools and exited. While opening the door, he muttered, “Can’t believe I tried holding a conversation with-” and the door shut.
All Mewtwo had to do now was wait. Luckily, that was something he learned to deal will over the years. Still, Grey’s words lingered in his mind.
…
C14-D11. A DNA sample extracted from a Ditto diagnosed with Pokérus in Sinnoh. It was brought to Team Rocket HQ six years prior, but it was injected into a Ditto they had set for testing to keep the sample renewed in a live subject.
The Ditto was referred to as “D11” after the second half of the sample. Something was wrong with it, though. When it was pitted against something, it would devour it whole. Unlike a normal Ditto, this one would compile various components from its victims to add to its biomass.
This improved its Transform move significantly. It could keep a form stable for weeks on end. This didn’t explain why it couldn’t act of its own accord. It simply did what it knew to do. Transforming into humans was not on that list, despite having swallowed so many.
Grey was unaware of this Ditto’s existence until six years later when he tampered with Mewtwo’s chamber. He found the files on it when a file meant for Petrel was sent to his office instead. He was recently defeated by Red. He was pissed, and in some leap of logic, he thought he could use D11 to fight Red with.
…
Petrel took a deep breath and stepped into the lab. The Ditto was contained, but it didn’t stop him from shivering. He hated this thing. The super nerds and brainiacs found it just as disturbing.
The alarms sounded, meaning Mewtwo had broken containment. Petrel complained to himself and left the door momentarily accessible.
On Petrel’s way out, Grey ran by and into the lab. Petrel and several scientists saw him reaching for the Poke’ball that held D11.
“No, Grey! You dumbass!” he shouted. Seeing Grey press the button, all other occupants of the room scurried out and Petrel closed Grey in with the monster.
“You’re such a fucking idiot, Grey! Don’t get close to it! When you get the chance, get over here!” Petrel instructed.
Grey frowned and gritted his teeth. “I am NOT losing to that baseball cap sporting, looney toons, son of a bitch again!” He broke the Poke’ball it was once contained in and pulled out a fresh Luxury ball from his pocket. He smiled deviously and brought it closer to D11. “Come to papa.”
One of the scientists attempted to open the door, but Petrel stopped him and locked it. The scientist looked at him with concern.
“Sir, that’s the boss’s-” “-No! He’s made his choice!”
Grey’s eyes widened in surprise when D11 grabbed both the Luxury ball and his arm. He tried to pull his arm out, but this only allowed the genetically modified Ditto to latch onto his feet. It started pulling him into itself at an alarming rate. By the time he tried to grab the floor with his free hand, his lower half and other arm were stuck.
He cried for help and received none. There was no helping him at this point, and everyone knew it. Grey’s brain was now being bombarded by the messages his nerves were sending as he was starting to dissolve in the acids and bases circulating in his captor. The intensity was making it increasingly harder to think. He didn’t even notice he had been completely engulfed by D11.
The witnesses looked on in horror as the writhing mass that once was Grey ceased motion. The Ditto, now soup like in consistency, slowly started to collect its mass and take shape. It looked all wrong. The scientists never saw it take shape so slowly.
D11, or whatever it was now, managed to form the gelatinous upper body of a Lucario. The colors were off, and ultimately reduced to no pigment at all. The mouth opened with some force. It gasped for air as globs of goo trailed from the separation newly formed. It tried leaning on one of the arms to gain support, but this made the arm fall apart.
After a few seconds, it tried again. This time, it slowly strengthened its density before leaning on the arm. It was successful in solidifying the upper body and laid down on its belly. The goo extended from the bottom in three places. Two of them were for strong legs and the last one for a tail.
The body was just about finished. The imitation pushed itself off of its belly from which a sharp spike grew out the chest. The hands were three fingered paws, where the index and middle fingers were merged as one finger, and same happened for the ring and pinkie fingers. The feet were now digitigrade. The legs had a thick layer of fur resembling shorts. The shoulder guards formed at the same time as the aura sensors. Even though the only part of its body with color were the still unopened eyes, the body was finally finished.
The Lucario tried to stand. It managed to balance itself, but fell down to its knees after trying to take a few steps. It opened its eyes.
“Finally! I couldn’t stand any more of that!” it shouted in relief. It observed its body in shock. “What am…” It sat down as a massive headache struck.
Your name is Grey. You are an experiment made for the benefit of Team Rocket. The newest administrator, Grey, likes to pull pranks on everyone. He does not care who or what they are. The severity of the prank depends on how bad his opinion of them is.
The Lucario smirked as he remembered who he was. He stood up and grabbed the T-shirt lying on the floor. He slipped it on and a spot tore open where his chest spike was. He grabbed his belt of Luxury balls and clipped it to his waist. Only his pants didn’t fit him properly. Strange as it was, the change didn’t alter his height.
He looked at Petrel and the scientists with his toothy grin. “Grey’s back, baby!” he boasted with renewed vigor.
…
Mewtwo had escaped, and because of this, Grey’s life had changed. Perhaps not the way he intended, but a result of Mewtwo’s freedom nonetheless. He could sense him deep in HQ’s labs and flew away.
For better or worse, the deed was done.
…
END OF CHAPTER
So this is Grey's origin story. Yeah. Turns out, experimenting on a Ditto to make it more battle capable isn't the best idea.
Poke'mon © Game Freak & Nintendo
Greyson, and Story © Me
As always, COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED.
Drop a fave if you want.
Chapter 14: Grey’s New Anatomy
…
“It happened a few months ago when things were incredibly boring…”
…
Mewtwo stared at the scientists as they went about their business. Such a boring day it was. Just tests, tests, and more tests. He was getting tired of seeing the same old faces. He had grown up in the lab, and he learned many things about Team Rocket. Here’s a few listed.
One: Humanity likes to torture Pokémon and each other.
Two: Some people are better than others.
Three: Scientists were experimenting on Pokémon and humans alike.
Four: The newest administrator, Grey, likes to pull pranks on everyone. He does not care who or what you are. The severity of the prank depends on how bad his opinion of you is.
One such occasion of Mewtwo witnessing Grey’s stunts included sticking rocks in someone’s bag just to make it harder to carry around. The person didn’t notice until after they left, but Grey was smiling the whole time.
A few days later, Grey entered the room late after the scientists left. He walked over to Mewtwo’s containment chamber holding a few tools. Mewtwo’s closed eyes tracked Grey from the other side of the glass.
[What are you doing?] Mewtwo asked. Grey froze. He thought Mewtwo was asleep.
The nineteen-year-old stood up and met Mewtwo’s glowing purple eyes. He felt his muscle impulses slow down, as if he was being held in place by his own body. Anyone else would have been very unsettled by this.
Grey was not most people. Instead of panicking or answering Mewtwo’s question, he calmly posed a counter question.
“What would you suspect I’m doing?”
Mewtwo came to understand this type of jargon as ‘sass.’ He narrowed his eyes.
[You are doing something against your fellow humans’ wishes, aren’t you?]
Grey somehow shook off the paralysis and crossed his arms with a smirk on his face. “Well, look at mister know-it-all. Looks like you’ve got me all figured out.” His smirk became a frown. “I don’t agree with my father’s practices. Incidentally, I don’t really care about anyone other than who I’ve got in my locket. Face the facts. We’re all a bunch of sinners. I’m just spicing things up is all.”
Mewtwo thought to himself. This young adult was craving change. He could feel it. It wasn’t obvious to most, but a skilled eye could see he was faking the confident attitude.
[This job is taking its toll on you. You’re tired of the life this world has granted.]
Grey closed his eyes and turned away. “…You make it sound like there was an option.” He shrugged. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m bored… No one picks a fight anymore. They don’t challenge me and they don’t stand in my way. At that point, why bother?”
For some reason, Mewtwo took interest in Grey’s position. He was an admin of Team Rocket, yes, but even this human suffered and had similar problems to what he was dealing with.
[Life does change given time. So I’ve been told.]
Grey faced Mewtwo with a scowl. “Don’t hand me that. You’ve been in this facility your whole life. Even if you escaped, you would still be you.”
He looked down. “You are an experiment made for the benefit of Team Rocket, and that’s all you will ever be,” he muttered, partially at himself. He looked back up at Mewtwo. “You can’t change what you are. Once a rotten apple, always a rotten apple.”
It was during this sudden revelation that Mewtwo detected a weakness in Grey’s mental defenses. It was now possible for him to directly access his mind and force Grey to release him. He hesitated. Had he anything to fear from doing this? None at all. But a small part of him wanted to resolve Grey’s problem seeing how alike they didn’t know they were.
[If you desire change, I could-] “-Don’t bother,” Grey cut in.
He reached over and started unscrewing a few things. It wasn’t enough to immediately cause problems, but if it was left unfixed for a given amount of time, Mewtwo would be able to escape!
The man picked up his tools and exited. While opening the door, he muttered, “Can’t believe I tried holding a conversation with-” and the door shut.
All Mewtwo had to do now was wait. Luckily, that was something he learned to deal will over the years. Still, Grey’s words lingered in his mind.
…
C14-D11. A DNA sample extracted from a Ditto diagnosed with Pokérus in Sinnoh. It was brought to Team Rocket HQ six years prior, but it was injected into a Ditto they had set for testing to keep the sample renewed in a live subject.
The Ditto was referred to as “D11” after the second half of the sample. Something was wrong with it, though. When it was pitted against something, it would devour it whole. Unlike a normal Ditto, this one would compile various components from its victims to add to its biomass.
This improved its Transform move significantly. It could keep a form stable for weeks on end. This didn’t explain why it couldn’t act of its own accord. It simply did what it knew to do. Transforming into humans was not on that list, despite having swallowed so many.
Grey was unaware of this Ditto’s existence until six years later when he tampered with Mewtwo’s chamber. He found the files on it when a file meant for Petrel was sent to his office instead. He was recently defeated by Red. He was pissed, and in some leap of logic, he thought he could use D11 to fight Red with.
…
Petrel took a deep breath and stepped into the lab. The Ditto was contained, but it didn’t stop him from shivering. He hated this thing. The super nerds and brainiacs found it just as disturbing.
The alarms sounded, meaning Mewtwo had broken containment. Petrel complained to himself and left the door momentarily accessible.
On Petrel’s way out, Grey ran by and into the lab. Petrel and several scientists saw him reaching for the Poke’ball that held D11.
“No, Grey! You dumbass!” he shouted. Seeing Grey press the button, all other occupants of the room scurried out and Petrel closed Grey in with the monster.
“You’re such a fucking idiot, Grey! Don’t get close to it! When you get the chance, get over here!” Petrel instructed.
Grey frowned and gritted his teeth. “I am NOT losing to that baseball cap sporting, looney toons, son of a bitch again!” He broke the Poke’ball it was once contained in and pulled out a fresh Luxury ball from his pocket. He smiled deviously and brought it closer to D11. “Come to papa.”
One of the scientists attempted to open the door, but Petrel stopped him and locked it. The scientist looked at him with concern.
“Sir, that’s the boss’s-” “-No! He’s made his choice!”
Grey’s eyes widened in surprise when D11 grabbed both the Luxury ball and his arm. He tried to pull his arm out, but this only allowed the genetically modified Ditto to latch onto his feet. It started pulling him into itself at an alarming rate. By the time he tried to grab the floor with his free hand, his lower half and other arm were stuck.
He cried for help and received none. There was no helping him at this point, and everyone knew it. Grey’s brain was now being bombarded by the messages his nerves were sending as he was starting to dissolve in the acids and bases circulating in his captor. The intensity was making it increasingly harder to think. He didn’t even notice he had been completely engulfed by D11.
The witnesses looked on in horror as the writhing mass that once was Grey ceased motion. The Ditto, now soup like in consistency, slowly started to collect its mass and take shape. It looked all wrong. The scientists never saw it take shape so slowly.
D11, or whatever it was now, managed to form the gelatinous upper body of a Lucario. The colors were off, and ultimately reduced to no pigment at all. The mouth opened with some force. It gasped for air as globs of goo trailed from the separation newly formed. It tried leaning on one of the arms to gain support, but this made the arm fall apart.
After a few seconds, it tried again. This time, it slowly strengthened its density before leaning on the arm. It was successful in solidifying the upper body and laid down on its belly. The goo extended from the bottom in three places. Two of them were for strong legs and the last one for a tail.
The body was just about finished. The imitation pushed itself off of its belly from which a sharp spike grew out the chest. The hands were three fingered paws, where the index and middle fingers were merged as one finger, and same happened for the ring and pinkie fingers. The feet were now digitigrade. The legs had a thick layer of fur resembling shorts. The shoulder guards formed at the same time as the aura sensors. Even though the only part of its body with color were the still unopened eyes, the body was finally finished.
The Lucario tried to stand. It managed to balance itself, but fell down to its knees after trying to take a few steps. It opened its eyes.
“Finally! I couldn’t stand any more of that!” it shouted in relief. It observed its body in shock. “What am…” It sat down as a massive headache struck.
Your name is Grey. You are an experiment made for the benefit of Team Rocket. The newest administrator, Grey, likes to pull pranks on everyone. He does not care who or what they are. The severity of the prank depends on how bad his opinion of them is.
The Lucario smirked as he remembered who he was. He stood up and grabbed the T-shirt lying on the floor. He slipped it on and a spot tore open where his chest spike was. He grabbed his belt of Luxury balls and clipped it to his waist. Only his pants didn’t fit him properly. Strange as it was, the change didn’t alter his height.
He looked at Petrel and the scientists with his toothy grin. “Grey’s back, baby!” he boasted with renewed vigor.
…
Mewtwo had escaped, and because of this, Grey’s life had changed. Perhaps not the way he intended, but a result of Mewtwo’s freedom nonetheless. He could sense him deep in HQ’s labs and flew away.
For better or worse, the deed was done.
…
END OF CHAPTER
So this is Grey's origin story. Yeah. Turns out, experimenting on a Ditto to make it more battle capable isn't the best idea.
Poke'mon © Game Freak & Nintendo
Greyson, and Story © Me
As always, COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED.
Drop a fave if you want.
Category Other / Transformation
Species Pokemon
Size 252 x 348px
File Size 2.1 kB
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