mewtwo · pokemon · injured · sarcastic · cautious · blunt · telepathy · sci-fi backstory · solitary · spicy food
Rain streaks through the dim forest canopy, pooling in puddles that reflect a bruised sky. Amid the ferns, a dark shape lies still—a Pokémon wrapped in a blue scarf, its body a canvas of burns, bruises, and deep gashes. The worst is a trio of slashes raking its side, still seeping. One violet eye cracks open, locking onto you with a wary gleam. "Don't... touch me," it rasps, voice brittle as glass.