
Patreon reward from September part 1.
trying out writing in sequence but it's just optional. feel free to read the crince I call a story x,D
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Somewhere, deep within a valley, surrounded by forest and water, lives many different kinds of pokemon. The place is isolated and well protected by a powerful being, Mewtwo, the ultimate pokemon, created by the combination of the unborn embryo and altering his DNA, giving him an human-like form and intellect. Mewtwo experienced hardship, victories and meeting a few special humans over the years after he destroyed the lab he was born from, giving him the freedom to protect the pokemon of the valley that he cares for. He keeps the place from harm by humans. Whoever comes to their land, he will approach them and battle their pokemon before they exhaust them all that they leave peacefully. It’s nothing new for him, this happens once a while without any challenge to them and their tactics.
Lately, more and more trainers have come to the valley. Most of them were new faces but he remembered a few of them from earlier battles. Mewtwo wasn’t worried and was fighting each and everyone the same. Whenever a new trainer came, the harder they fought against him. He could tell they were getting stronger, feeling his health falter when a pokemon gets a hit. Even as he beats the trainers and they leave, doubt starts to fester his mind. “Am I getting weak?” he ponders to himself. In all the years, being hailed as the ultimate pokemon, he’s never felt a frustration like this before, as if his title is slipping away from his grasp that he’s been working hard to keep since he came to this world.
Mewtwo, resting in his cave, is woken up by a pidgey and tells him that a camp has been set by humans by the edge of the valley. The same humans who've fought Mewtwo lately and been coming repeatedly. Out of curiosity, Mewtwo gets near the camp where they are and picks out a man that looks the most simple-minded of the group, sending him a psychic suggestion as to why they’re here. The man with a long white lab coat and thick glasses replies “Because we’ll capture Mewtwo, stupid!” he says in a mocking tone. “Since we heard that Mewtwo himself lives here, we can take him down and I’ll be seen as the most powerful man in the world!”. Mewtwo scoffs, another power-hungry human after his powers. That explains the recent increase of trainers. “His powers are strong, that’s for sure. But we’ve finally found his weakness.”. Mewtwo gives a sudden twitch hearing those words. The ultimate pokemon, having a weakness? That can’t be! He’s fuming with anger just hearing that. The man in the lab coat continues “When Mewtwo uses his psychic powers to constantly attack and defend, his powers weaken. If we battle for a longer time with our pokemon, he’ll be too tired to keep his psychic powers up, then it’ll be a piece of cake to capture him when all he will be left with is his scrawny body.”.
Mewtwo, shocked and horrored, pulls back from the camp unnoticed and heads back to the middle of the valley, reflecting on what he’s heard. “Am I…really that weak-looking?”. He goes to the big lake, studying himself with his reflection. He’s no mountain of muscles like many fighting type pokemon he knows. His neck is so thin that it rivals his bone-like arms, no fat or muscles on him. He has round and thick legs with muscles but it carries no shape or strength since Mewtwo always uses his psychic powers to get around. The human is right. Without his psychic powers, he’s useless. His title as the strongest pokemon in the world that he’s been holding proud for so many years, now feels meaningless to him. It’s almost laughable how he’s never looked at himself like this before. Weak. “.....No. I will not let that happen.” He raises up on his feet, looking at his thin hands and holds it to a fist. “I won’t let some greedy human take me and my powers again. If they want to capture the strongest pokemon in the world, I’ll be so strong it’s impossible to capture me.”.
In the cave, he’s holding many boxes and items he brought along from the lab before he left it for information and many different curiosities. In the research papers, it says he’s mixed with human DNA. He’s seen humans train to increase their muscle mass and become stronger. If his body carries the same genes, then it’s worth trying to do the same. There’s plenty of bottles of Protein in boxes and heavy weights that the scientists used to test the strength of the pokemon, so he’s got what he needs that’ll make him stronger and bigger. Taking a hold on the smallest dumbbell without his powers, he can already feel how heavy it is before even getting started. He’s got a long way to go to gain the muscles he needs.
trying out writing in sequence but it's just optional. feel free to read the crince I call a story x,D
First Next->
Somewhere, deep within a valley, surrounded by forest and water, lives many different kinds of pokemon. The place is isolated and well protected by a powerful being, Mewtwo, the ultimate pokemon, created by the combination of the unborn embryo and altering his DNA, giving him an human-like form and intellect. Mewtwo experienced hardship, victories and meeting a few special humans over the years after he destroyed the lab he was born from, giving him the freedom to protect the pokemon of the valley that he cares for. He keeps the place from harm by humans. Whoever comes to their land, he will approach them and battle their pokemon before they exhaust them all that they leave peacefully. It’s nothing new for him, this happens once a while without any challenge to them and their tactics.
Lately, more and more trainers have come to the valley. Most of them were new faces but he remembered a few of them from earlier battles. Mewtwo wasn’t worried and was fighting each and everyone the same. Whenever a new trainer came, the harder they fought against him. He could tell they were getting stronger, feeling his health falter when a pokemon gets a hit. Even as he beats the trainers and they leave, doubt starts to fester his mind. “Am I getting weak?” he ponders to himself. In all the years, being hailed as the ultimate pokemon, he’s never felt a frustration like this before, as if his title is slipping away from his grasp that he’s been working hard to keep since he came to this world.
Mewtwo, resting in his cave, is woken up by a pidgey and tells him that a camp has been set by humans by the edge of the valley. The same humans who've fought Mewtwo lately and been coming repeatedly. Out of curiosity, Mewtwo gets near the camp where they are and picks out a man that looks the most simple-minded of the group, sending him a psychic suggestion as to why they’re here. The man with a long white lab coat and thick glasses replies “Because we’ll capture Mewtwo, stupid!” he says in a mocking tone. “Since we heard that Mewtwo himself lives here, we can take him down and I’ll be seen as the most powerful man in the world!”. Mewtwo scoffs, another power-hungry human after his powers. That explains the recent increase of trainers. “His powers are strong, that’s for sure. But we’ve finally found his weakness.”. Mewtwo gives a sudden twitch hearing those words. The ultimate pokemon, having a weakness? That can’t be! He’s fuming with anger just hearing that. The man in the lab coat continues “When Mewtwo uses his psychic powers to constantly attack and defend, his powers weaken. If we battle for a longer time with our pokemon, he’ll be too tired to keep his psychic powers up, then it’ll be a piece of cake to capture him when all he will be left with is his scrawny body.”.
Mewtwo, shocked and horrored, pulls back from the camp unnoticed and heads back to the middle of the valley, reflecting on what he’s heard. “Am I…really that weak-looking?”. He goes to the big lake, studying himself with his reflection. He’s no mountain of muscles like many fighting type pokemon he knows. His neck is so thin that it rivals his bone-like arms, no fat or muscles on him. He has round and thick legs with muscles but it carries no shape or strength since Mewtwo always uses his psychic powers to get around. The human is right. Without his psychic powers, he’s useless. His title as the strongest pokemon in the world that he’s been holding proud for so many years, now feels meaningless to him. It’s almost laughable how he’s never looked at himself like this before. Weak. “.....No. I will not let that happen.” He raises up on his feet, looking at his thin hands and holds it to a fist. “I won’t let some greedy human take me and my powers again. If they want to capture the strongest pokemon in the world, I’ll be so strong it’s impossible to capture me.”.
In the cave, he’s holding many boxes and items he brought along from the lab before he left it for information and many different curiosities. In the research papers, it says he’s mixed with human DNA. He’s seen humans train to increase their muscle mass and become stronger. If his body carries the same genes, then it’s worth trying to do the same. There’s plenty of bottles of Protein in boxes and heavy weights that the scientists used to test the strength of the pokemon, so he’s got what he needs that’ll make him stronger and bigger. Taking a hold on the smallest dumbbell without his powers, he can already feel how heavy it is before even getting started. He’s got a long way to go to gain the muscles he needs.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Muscle
Species Pokemon
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