Pi-Pi-Pichutwo

Suscitavi

Time passes. Days bleed into weeks, into months, into years. I teach Mewtwo all I can in that impossible time.

Trees grow their leaves, and flowers bloom before wilting. The changing colours of autumn that pass us by as the leaves lose their green and become a rainbow of colours before falling. The bare trees of winter aside from such plants like the lemon... the difference between an evergreen tree to the others.

The new growth of spring. Animals seeking their mates and raising the next generation.

I teach it all to Mewtwo.

And...

And I teach about freedom, about choice. About free will and the difference between humans. Between robots and instincts. Directives and priorities. Fate, destiny and the illusion that people hide behind claiming that such things exist. How prophecy influences the world.

And I teach about the Creator, about the one true almighty God. About how he sacrificed his son so all those having faith, going out and doing the work could survive. How they could have a chance, how they would be given Eternal Life at the turn of the system.

And I teach about Arceus, and Mew... and all the other Pokégods and Legendary Creatures in this world. Explaining carefully the differences between the world's we're from.

All from my memories.

All from the information I was given.

All from the hope that I can help.

The hope that this will change something.

I teach it all in the impossible time that we have in this place. Where we both make a world that's ours. A mixture of what we both know, what we both understand.

It's ours.

Our world.

Our place.

Ours.

And through it all... I remain persistent that I'm the younger of us. Because I was drawn here later, created later.

-L/B-

Ears twitch, paws curl and uncurl, shattering glass...

"{It's time to wake up Pichutwo...}"

Alarms blaring and the feel of heat rushing up and over. Bubbles disappearing and that certain tightness in my chest as I can't breathe.

"{It's time to wake up Pichutwo...}"

Struggling, thrashing, desperately squirming only to hit up against something keeping me contained. Eyes that still refuse to open and an encroaching fuzziness at the very edges.

"{It's time to wake up Pichutwo...}"

Broken glass, glittering shards and eyes that fly open. Desperate breaths with a chest that heaves as I rest in the shambles of what was once a containment tube.

"{It's time to wake up Pichutwo...}"

I rub a paw over my eyes and look around. Flames lick at the walls and the ceiling, at everything close to me. It's still hard to breath, with smoke that chokes and constricts. Where's Mewtwo? Where's my brother? I explained the choice of gender to him, and he chose to identify as a Demiboy.

But all this destruction...

Have I already failed...

Have I already...

There's a voice, calling me... There's a voice, in my head, in my body. It reverberates through me and makes all my bones tremble. The darkness clears from my head and my chest stops constricting. It's like the smoke and flames aren't there. I see a bright glowing archway on the other side of the room.