Though Mewtwo had managed to stay in his room for the better part of the morning, the human nurse persisted in knocking on his door, insisting that he needed to eat and it would be better for him to mingle with the other patients.
Patients? Other Pokémon that the humans had modified, perhaps? Either way, Mewtwo had no desire to meet them, as he never fit in as a true Pokémon. He wasn't a true person, either. It was pointless for him to 'mingle' with him.
The grumblings from his newly acquired human stomach eventually convinced him that he needed to eat. An organic body still needed nourishment, after all. The nurse refused to let him eat in the privacy of his own room through, and eventually Mewtwo found himself sitting at an empty table, with a tray of food before him.
The Pokémon took a glance around the cafeteria, but he couldn't recognize anyone in the crowd as being a former Pokémon, nor did he expect any of them to recognize him. How had he exactly gotten caught in this place? Mewtwo frowned as he mulled this over, chewing on something he just swiped from the tray.
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Patients? Other Pokémon that the humans had modified, perhaps? Either way, Mewtwo had no desire to meet them, as he never fit in as a true Pokémon. He wasn't a true person, either. It was pointless for him to 'mingle' with him.
The grumblings from his newly acquired human stomach eventually convinced him that he needed to eat. An organic body still needed nourishment, after all. The nurse refused to let him eat in the privacy of his own room through, and eventually Mewtwo found himself sitting at an empty table, with a tray of food before him.
The Pokémon took a glance around the cafeteria, but he couldn't recognize anyone in the crowd as being a former Pokémon, nor did he expect any of them to recognize him. How had he exactly gotten caught in this place? Mewtwo frowned as he mulled this over, chewing on something he just swiped from the tray.