#Mewtwo fanfic

[xiuhcoatl89]

Mewtwo fanfic PT 1

hello, this is a first draft and lots of errors so please be patient. I've never done something like this. but I've always wanted to try and I guess my favorite Pokémon will be a good start.

I'm just walking down the path and suddenly in a short free fall. I hit the ground hard and mumble and groan. Hearing a giggle I look up to see a small round portal just hovering in mid-air. it closes as soon as I see it. trying to sit up. Looking around I am in a huge room all washed in a slate grey. a large dining table sits to the side of the room. in the back, there are a few pools and a helix staircase. this all feels familiar… spooky familiar. I stand up and look for an exit thinking I probably shouldn't be here. seeing a large door behind me I get up thinking it would at least show me a different room or some route out. heading for it I jog into an invisible wall. "Owww FUCK" I hold my hand to my nose. wondering what the hell I hit. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, HUMAN?" Thunders through my skull. Wincing, I look around and see a large catlike anthro at the base of the helix. his large purple tail lashing back and forth. oh my god, it can't be… "it's Mewtwo?" My face paled and I try to head back toward the large doors. only to be grabbed by his telekinetic powers and yanked back. trying to move anything I squirm and try to fight his grip. I try to calm myself down as he turns me around to see the large pokemon. his purple eyes scowling at me "What are you doing here?" He asks again. I stare into his eyes for a sec "Well, I'm not sure maybe I took a wrong turn at the last island." I half chuckle. "If you just put me down I'll just head back off. no need to make a scene." I start to ramble. Mewtwo looks me up and down "But you have no pokemon. how do you protect yourself?" I grimace "I'm a swimmer, never felt I needed one." knowing that my clothes show I'm lying. I feel pressure behind the back of my eyes. I realize he's trying to read my mind. I try to fight it and he squeezes me tighter. My temper gets the best of me. I start growling to try to fight the panic. I hate being pinned down and this is much worse. not being able to move makes me focus on the energy I had in my body. "Let… Me… GO!" I yell pushing what energy I have into it. surprising myself as much as him, I drop to the floor. shaking my head I try to get a jist of what happened I look at him groaning on the floor not too far away. I spin around getting a baring of where I was and head for the large doors. I run past the table before Mewtwo grabs me again. I fall to the floor and I claw at anything to cling to. grabbing one of the table legs I stare at my hands in disbelief. claws had formed on my hands I jump at the sight and get dragged again. Mewtwo pulls me to his feet. not wanting to be pind I swing at him with my new claws… bad idea. his hand glows and I'm shoved harshly to the floor. he growls at me "You look human, but clearly, you are not. WHAT ARE YOU!" Mewtwo yells into my head pushing me harder into the floor. I groan in pain but I refuse to yell. "I'm confused as you are" I hiss through my teeth. Being pinned I try to thrash around again, hating the feeling I growl. "I don't want to be any part of this, let me go." I try to do another energy blast and I feel like I got struck by a tazer. I just don't have the energy to fight I lay panting on the ground from the energy use. Mewtwo stares down at me and lowers his hand. feeling the release I sit up though he keeps my legs pinned. "You are a part of it now, you oddly know too much for me to just let you go. but if you cooperate you may find it, interesting. you are bizarre and I'm, finding myself curious." he gestures his head in my direction. "Look down." I look to Mewtwo puzzled and then look down. I yelp "ahh the hell?" I see a long grey tail that wasn't there just minutes before. I hear Mewtwo move and I look at him again. I see I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. I choose to run he'll probably control or kill me. I choose to stay, will it change anything that I know about the history that might need to happen? I think back on how I got here. a ring connecting this and my universe. Hoopla? why would hoopla drop a random human into this time and place of the pokeverse?

[aialaau]

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Thanks to @xxtc-96xx and their Mew and Mewtwo series for this

[flyingseacow]

Hey @xxtc-96xx ?

I found myself pondering the existence of Stripe, and the mental stage Scarfy would have to reach and uh.

I wrote you a fic? Hope you like it?

Stripes

It had been nice.

Mewtwo lazily floated along the edge of the forest, casually noting how the jungle was lining the steppe, lines of trees breaking into the yellow grass like green stripes.

It was rare that they all came together, sure they often ran into each other, or sought out company when they felt it. But a full meeting with all of Mew’s descendants together was quite uncommon now a days.

Their number had grown so much, now able to fill a hidden glade with color and movement.

The twins were getting so big, it wouldn’t be long before they would set out on their own. He would likely get more visits from his sister as the “nest” became empty. Or perhaps she would seek out Pigment, Stain was still enough of a youngster that he might soothe the heart of a successful mother. Perhaps he could join the three for a time as well. It wasn’t because he felt lonely himself, not at all. But after the brief meeting he had to admit it had been nice to be around his kind, regardless, or perhaps exactly because of the chaos the young ones induced.

Huh, what an odd thought.

A flash of red caught his attention. Cheri berries sparkled between green leaves.

Mewtwo gently descended.

Ah yes, sweet Cheri, Huey was rightfully proud of the rascal, even if the youngsters colorization did feel like a cosmic joke.  

Mewtwo felt himself chuckle slightly at the age-old joke, using his scarf as a temporarily bag  as he plucked several ripe berries, gently striped in color from the different levels of sunlight received. He was long past the days were Mew, well intended if rather disturbingly, had constantly nagged him about eating enough. Sure he still had lapses, eating was easily forgotten when focused on a new project or thought experiment, but the last time was at least…huh, half a decade ago?

How peculiar, he thought. Though, loath as he was to admit it, Mew had been right all those years ago (as well as his sister, not that he would ever admit it to her face) He really did feel much stronger, more centered and even troublesome memories was less harsh.

He snorted slightly to himself and set of, making sure the new weight was secure against his chest. For a moment memory, pleasant ones, assaulted him. The weight of a small squirming body settling against him, a separate heartbeat slowly syncing with his own.

Mewtwo found himself closing his eyes, some of the memories was fairly recent. Stain was such a fuzzy child, but even he could not deny the security of the warm and snug fabric. Of course, he was too big for it now, and Mewtwo found himself strangely missing the sensation.

How silly.

Right now he really should be more focused on finding a new place to enjoy his lunch, and he carefully scanned the treetops as he veered away form the steppe and directly into the jungle.

There.

A slight gab between the canopy, revealing a grass covered glade.

He landed, and found a nice grassy knoll as a temporary seat. The berries were slightly warm from the sun and his own heat, their juices prickling pleasantly against his tongue.

The glade had a beautiful bloom of flowers, all stretching out for the sunlight available, the tops of the trees filtering the light in flickering stripes of light, and Mewtwo was quite pleased with his choice of resting spot. So many colors, so many shapes and scents. Even after centuries the world still presented him with new beauty and color.

One particular bloom was quite spectacular, its diameter larger than his fist, the tips of the petals a rich purple, fading in small stripes to a more gentle lavender towards the middle where soft yellow stamens rose, their pollen delicately clinging to the stalks.

He found himself contemplating it, internally marking the spot on his inner map. Huey would be glad to be show it. Even as a small kit he had been so delighted with the colors of the world. So silly, such a tremendous change in his life, the very idea of their kind actually being able to reproduce, as well as so many other revelations.

Mewtwo rested his chin in his paw, still watching the flower. It was strange, how he could now look back to those chaotic, painful and wonderful days with only an occasional sting of emotional pain.

He had regrets, sure, but also so many pleasant memories. The children in particular, so baffling, so infuriating, so wonderful.

He closed his eyes, gently allowing himself to study a thought he has been carefully cultivating, so cautious, so wary as it was one of the few that still brought pain.

Pigment had changed his life, in so many ways. And it could have gone so wrong, he had initially made such mistakes. And only now, years and years later, did he truly allow himself to wonder. How would it have been, if he had accepted her as a daughter from the very beginning?

He knew it never would have happened, quite honestly he had been such a volatile pokemon back then that it was a wonder Pigment had turned out as well as she had. It was merely a thought experiment, and not one he turned to very often.

Perhaps he really would seek her out for the time. Why not? Loath as he was to admit it, right now he did feel a need for company.

Carefully he rose, taking a moment to gently savour the scent of the purple flower, its fine floral tones rising in the air along with small yellow specs of pollen.

As he ascended above the trees he carefully cast out his mental senses, trying to pinpoint Pig’s distinct psychic presence. Finding a direction, he set of with a casual speed. Even if had only been a few days it would be quite nice to be around her again.

Mewtwo had only flown a few hours when he noticed a strange tingling feeling in his lover abdomen.

Darn it, he really hoped those cheri had not been bad, or that it heralded something worse than that.

[floralpikmin99]

Had the random urge to draw something a little darker. Both in content and lighting.

This is fanfic related, that's why Giegue encountered Mewtwo. I won't give any context.

[penumbramewtwos]

Short story around the time of Unova's capture, and of Okita's origins.

PLEASE READ THE TW TAGS BEFORE READING!!!

Hearing nothing but echoing corridors, Gary Oak was sure he was done for after his trip into an infamous Aunuran desert Trapinch hole. With his head bound, he knew he wasn't out of the woods just yet. He hears a familiar craggy voice address him as he's pushed onto a chair and bound in an unknown room.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" Said the unknown voice, Gary's ears piped up as the man continued.

"Just as nosy as your grandfather in the pursuit of knowledge, rest assured your nosiness ends here."

After the statement from the unknown man, Gary's head covering had been lifted off, revealing a dark room with a spotlight upon himself. He knows this man… Not only from the Kanto region, but as the head of Rocket industries in Aunura, Giovanni.

"tch, well well, I knew that old man stink was bound to be you. This whole place smells of retirement home and failed yakuza." Gary quipped.

Giovanni, looking the same as he did back in the mid 2000's aside from the hair dye running down his face, leaned in from his wheelchair towards Gary to offer a deal out of this place alive. "I know what you've been digging up… Our team has taken the liberty of confiscating your 'findings'. Rest assured, you won't be publishing any of them; in fact, you'll do as I say or you'll end up more dismembered than that arm you collected."

Giovanni leaned back in his wheelchair, with a large grin on his face creasing his crows feet even more. Gary was unphased by the threat and smirked back at the acquaintance as he spoke back in a nonchalant manner, "I heard on the grape-vine you're getting back into the genetics commissioning game, and had to check it out for myself! Seems like whichever geneticist you hired this time can't even get one of those creatures to form properl-"

"Enough talk!" shouted Giovanni. "There's one more thing, seeing as you're so interested in our development"

Giovanni leant forward once more with a stern look on his face, as Gary remained stonewalled. "Your skills will be needed here one day, 'Professor Oak', I know you've been collecting and studying Arceus plates for medical research for some time now."

Gary's eyes shuddered in anger, "WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I W-"

"You despise the thought of pokemon in pain, and I'm giving you an opportunity to t-"

"Yeah yeah… So you'll put them in pain so I can take them out of it… Sounds completely ethical to do that to an innocent creature, Artificial or not…"

Giovanni paused and smirked as he leant back in his wheelchair. "So you know of the pokemon Mewtwo, and it's origins"

Gary Squirmed within his bound state in a fit of fury, "Why are you making so many!??! Some of them are still alive out there! The ones your disgusting cronies buried and chopped!"

"It doesn't matter, those ones are merely unable to form, as you put it yourself, Gary… We're nearly there, and I will have one obey my commands if it's the last thing I do on this Earth!" Givovanni coughed loud and hoarsely at the end of his statement. No one would tell if it was just his talking or the musty dark room that caused it.

Just as Gary was squirming around in his bindings, he'd been slowly able to get a pokeball to finally drop from his pants pocket, unleashing his Arcanine. "Grrrrwaarrh!!!"

In what felt like a flash, Arcanine chomped it's way through Gary's bindings and shoved Giovanni backwards into the wall with it's hind legs with no hesitation. Gary grabbed a hold of his Arcanine before using a teleportation device he refers to as 'Escape rope'.

Two Team rocket grunts charge into the room to assist the frail Giovanni as his phone rang, "Sir you need to see the medic! You shouldn't take thuds like tha-"

"I'M NOT AS DECREPID AS YOU ALL THINK!? Nghhh…"

Groaning from the incident, Giovanni reaches into his inner jacket pocket and pulls out a black rotom phone, answering it in a huff. "This better be good news! Have you found more DNA from the Unovan experiment, Drake!?"

Through the video call is a bright, curly haired woman with a piercingly defiant voice. Some of the team rocket grunts refer to her as 'the clown', as a smile has barely ever wiped off her face. Except for those few who tell tales of a grim reality behind the mask… "It's always good news! You just don't know how to take progress, ahahaha!!!"

Giovanni stared blankly into the phone's camera as she cackled, before continuing, "ahah… Well, not only did we get the rest of the samples, but we got the main cretin themselves here! Well, we let it go after we t-"

"YOU LET IT GO!?!?!? THAT WAS OUR CHANCE TO CLONE HUNDREDS OR THOUSANDS OF THEM, YOU FUCKING IMBI- what!?" As Giovanni began to unleash his tirade, the clown, known formally as Professor Kana Drake, showed him a fogged up glass and metal chamber with what appeared to be a nearly complete foetus of a mewtwo.

"I hope you're read to listen or you wont get your kitty cats!" She widely grinned and giggled through her words.

"We let her go, as we still don't know how she even got pregnant in the first place"

"P-Pregnant!?" Giovanni spluttered, "They're pokemon? They are meant to have"

"Yes, Eggs! Ahahaha! We thought it best to let her go and hope that she is found again with another baby just for us, Gio!"

She laughed more and more maniacally before continuing "This one will be a sure thing, fuse it with a docile psychic pokemon or psychically gifted human and it'll be too indecisive to think for itself!"

Giovanni grumbled with reluctance, putting more faith in the eccentric genetisist. "Drake… Once you bring it back here, I'll take care of the other component…"

"Hahahaha!! Of course sir! I knew you'd understa-"

Giovanni had hung up before she even had a chance to finish. He leans forward again, almost lost in thought. A grunt goes to ask about his condition before they're cut off by Giovanni. "Have the Gym leaders of Symphony come to their senses yet?"

The grunt blankly stares at him before checking his watch in a hurry "a-ahh! sorry sir, right away! … … Their last email reads… uh…'Get fucked, we own the gym by law, no 'protection' money will be paid… Sincerely, Ai and Amare Spes… P S … How do you plan on forcing it from us? Your pokemon are undertrained and undervalued'."

Giovanni must have been infected with the clown's disposition as his smile widened, wrinkling his elderly face as he looked at an email on his rotom phone.

"Well, how about that… According to my intelligence division, they've frozen an embryo in recent days… How lucky for us".

[icekingofhope]

so I decided to draw mewtwo for the first time for a project me and my brother and sister @may-is-still-a-pain / @gardenofdismay and @little-bean99

It’s called pokemon revolt

it’s a alternate universe of pokemon bean me and may haven’t thought of much yet due to this being a new project

I drew this a fun piece and how I vision mewtwo himself I hope you all like it too

[rithelucario]

Two's basically a big house cat, the sort of goofball who'd perch somewhere and stare while you're walking by.

And he's gotta be careful to mask his tail twitching whenever he walks by a box that's big enough for him to jump in, at least when it's not just his mate and friends around.

Has a tendency to lay on Ri and get in his face and he's a big bunter; he rubs his face all over Ri's to share affection, though unlike a cat he has at least a *little* decency not to get in Ri's face when Ri doesn't want it.

Also a little 'fun' fact, Two has a tendency to play with fidget toys when he gets anxious. It's a habit he picked up going through a lot of tough stuff with Ri and trying to be a lot more open than he was used to, but it spilled over into his happy moods and he does it when he's focusing on coding/engineering work, too.

Ri was more careful about it when Two was using it to cope and was self-conscious about it, but when it's calm and Two's feeling secure Ri sometimes teases him about it.

[goodthingsbadeggs]

Author's Notes after the break

Thank you all for reading Good Things From Bad Eggs: Part One

Originally I had started this fic after a years-long hiatus from writing to break out of the funk, and I'm glad that people are enjoying it! As of posting this finale to the first part, I don't have much of the next part outlined yet, so I'll be taking a few weeks off from posting until I can build up a backlog for part two. In the mean time, there will probably be an interlude chapter that I'll post at the usual time on a Monday when its done.

Ciao for now, thanks again for reading.

[avionvadion]

Massive spoilers for the fic, mainly pertaining the Johto and Hoenn arcs, but y'know what I have brain rot and am hyperfixating on pokémon again. Sorry. T_T Not illustrated in the background is Brock, Blue, and maybe Misty making faces like, "Mewtwo says Celebi did what!?"

Pokémon Narrator voice: Who's that Umbreon!?

Anyways, Echoes of You is very much the first Johto arc (there are two; one that's coming up and one that will be much later) and the end of the first half of the Hoenn arc.

Out of curiosity, when do y'all think Mewtwo is gonna join the party? :3

[negrek]

Salvage: A Pokémon Fanfiction of Change and Rebirth

You lost a lot when you died. Your life, for one, and your name and your family and even your humanity. What you gained was power, and a purpose to turn it towards. You may have died, but Mew hasn’t, not yet. And you’ll do whatever it takes to find her.

Genre: Action, Suspense, Original Trainer, Pokémorph Characters: OC, Mewtwo, Absol Rating: M (strong language, dark themes)

In Chapter 60…

"All right, we got the soda, we got the 'cross; now it's time to get this party started," Heracross says. She thumps a couple twelve-packs of soda down on the crumbling floor, looking immensely pleased with herself...

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I guess I did the bit about how long it had been since I'd done a Tumblr update post the last time I made one. Now here we are, five chapters deeper, and after a pretty long wait for this one in particular. It's a big one!

Definitely hoping to get 61 out a little quicker. I'm planning to wrap this fic up next year, and am still on track to do so, but it's getting a little tight, heh. Onward! I hope you enjoy the chapter.

[xiuhcoatl89]

I've been writing Mewtwo fanfic. Would anybody want to read it?

[ld-666]

Mewla

A psychic pokemon made in the same lab as Mewtwo but with Ditto DNA added to the mix in order to make the ultimate spy but had escaped with Mewtwo and freed the other pokemon that were being experimented on along with a clone of Ambertwo. She hides among humans and lives with Gary Oak on a yacht he won in a pokemon battle. She is the same age as him, fourteen and often practices changing into different pokemon plus care for her garden on board. She enjoys fighting in pokemon battles and shopping for colorful things as the lab that she was kept in was nearly entirely white.

[emsiecat]

Chapter Three is up now: here (x)

Breaking the Chains

After being recaptured by Giovanni at Mt.Quena, Mewtwo and his fellow cloned Pokémon have been taken to one of Team Rocket’s bases. Unwilling to resort to killing the humans that captured him and his friends, but desperate not to be used as a tool for Giovanni’s gain, Mewtwo’s health has fallen into decline and he has all but given up hope of ever being free again. Until help comes from an unlikely quarter… from within Team Rocket itself!

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“I’m not sure how I’m going to do this,” Aliana lamented. “I promised I would help him but I’ve no idea how to even begin.”

“Well you won’t be at it alone,” Lucinda vowed, giving her friend’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “We’re going to help too of course. You were right when you told Mewtwo that we would want to help and that there are plenty of us in Team Rocket who no longer want to be. I’d say now is as good a time as any to hand in that metaphorical resignation letter.”

“Yeah and have Team Rocket trying to hunt us down for desertion forevermore,” Aliana groaned and buried her face in her hands. She really hadn’t thought this through well enough. “I can’t let you guys end up being hunted along with me and the escaped Pokémon.”

“It’s our choice, Lia,” Rhys shrugged lazily and flopped onto the bed beside her. “Like Luce said; you’re right. I don’t want to be part of the Rocket syndicate for the rest of my life. I want to go and get a nice normal law-abiding job… and damn if that isn’t some depressing proof of how much I hate it here now.” He snickered and knocked his shoulder against hers companionably to show he was only trying to lighten the mood.

“Besides, we’re already in too deep. You’ve told us everything. You’ll have to kill us if you want to stop us from helping and leaving with you,” Lucinda chimed in loyally.

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Read the full fanfic from the beginning here (x)

[clarislam]

Chapter 6 of my Super Smash Bros/The Last Story fanfic, “Super Smash Bros: The Next Story,” is now posted!

Read on Archive Of Our Own!

Read on Fanfiction.net!

[onebloodsoakedlion]

Mewtwo Dies.

Mewtwo was dead.

He lay there, motionless and pale. The sheer amount of blood loss had completely done him in. Not to mention he wasn't breathing real great, anyway.

All because some... wanker had decided it was a great idea to teleport that stone out of his shoulder.

A giant crevice was left where the stone was, spewing out blood and pulp, leaving behind a massive puddle of blood. Mewtwo's final moments were of utter agony - he may have been freed from the stone's possession, but he was losing so much blood and was struggling to breathe from his punctured left lung.

The culprit, a completely grey and featureless humanoid, wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses, stared at Mewtwo's corpse, completely surprised. Newtwo had collapsed on top of him in a sobbing heap. Slowly, the humanoid lifted their head. Huey was in complete shock, with a thousand yard stare at Mewtwo's corpse. Pig was sobbing uncontrollably into Mewtwo's newly-repaired scarf.

But their gaze eventually went straight through the two kids. A white figure had appeared in the distance. As it slowly got closer, the humanoid recognised it as Mewtwo's ghost, clutching a rather large knife. And he was heading right towards them with a look of rage that was far more horrifying than anything they'd ever seen.

Quickly, the humanoid turned around and took off, having realised how much deep shit they were in. They expected to hear one of the other 'Twos say something along the lines of "He's getting away!", but all he could hear was the sound of rushing wind made by Mewtwo's ghost as he barrelled towards them. The sound only got louder and closer, even as the humanoid tried to pick up the pace. They were almost out of breath and their legs felt like they were on fire.

Suddenly, three ball-like fingers grabbed onto the back of the humanoid's head, followed by a searing pain, plunged into their left shoulder. They fell forward, face-first onto the ground. They pawed at their shoulder, their hand finding the handle of a kitchen knife. They groaned, making them realise that they were also having troubles breathing. The knife must've gone all the way into their lung, too!

The humanoid rolled onto their back, only to be met with Mewtwo's face, still pissed off as ever. Mewtwo snatched the humanoid's neck and pulled them into a sitting position. "Oh no," he exclaimed in a mocking tone, "I just got a sharp object plunged into my shoulder!" He tapped the handle of the knife, causing the humanoid to shudder in agony, "Maybe I should try and get rid of it!" The humanoid began sweating as they looked at Mewtwo in terror. "What kind of stupid moron ARE you," Mewtwo screamed, causing the humanoid to flinch, "Do you know absolutely NOTHING about first aid!? When someone gets something stuck in them, you fucking leave it there!" Mewtwo gripped the handle of the knife. "Have fun bleeding to death, idiot."

He pulled a little. The humanoid yelped in pain. He pulled a little again, which the humanoid responded to with more screaming. Quickly, Mewtwo stopped fooling around and yanked the knife out of their shoulder. It left a large, deep slit behind that sprayed blood into the side of the humanoid's head as they screamed and attempted to plug the wound with their hand, only for their arm to be forcibly thrown to the side and anchored to the ground with some tree roots. "Nuh-uh," Mewtwo replied, "You don't get to do that." With the size and severity of the knife wound, the rate of blood loss, and the denial of treatment, the humanoid was in for an imminent, painful death.

Mewtwo suddenly felt his ears begin ringing, and his vision was blurring. He could feel himself rapidly fading away. He felt like his back was against the ground. Wh-what's going on? What's happening to me? He saw a pink blur come into this vision, with a small green blur of light briefly appearing in front of it. The ringing began to fade and his vision slowly cleared.

It was Mew.

Mewtwo sat up, only to be tackled by Newtwo, crying tears of relief. His shoulder stung a little and he winced in response. "Brother! You're alive!" "Dad!" "How did you do that, Mew!?" But Mewtwo was almost completely speechless. He was shaking. All of this was far too much for him to take in. There was only one thing he could bring himself to say in response... "Can I go home now?"

[penumbramewtwos]

Grannewt's possible backstory (outloud thinking)

I've been going over the comic, and it's got me thinking more about Grannewt's story between the time of her losing Okita, and trying to re connect (during fanfic)

Maybe, instead of what I'd originally planned: Where Grannewt meets Okita for the first time later on in their life I feel a warm tug towards Grannewt helping Okita grow through her childhood, adolescence etc for example: Maybe if Okita were to fly too high, she would safely pull her down from afar, but never show herself. Maybe Grannewt would make sure she's well fed by dropping off some berries, or keeping pokemon hunters away. kind of like a guardian aaaaa definitely some warm fuzzies I'm feeling that I have to now draw x3