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Old October 28th, 2012, 11:52 AM
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So what I've decided to do is something that will probably break everything ever. The following is my entry to the SWC, but it comes in two flavors. The flavor behind the spoiler is the one I submitted to the judges as-is, perfectly preserved so Dragonfree's crit makes sense to anyone who kept up with the scoring for the contest. The second flavor, the one that takes up most of your screen right now, is my attempt at editing the beast to see what happens (because her crit was pretty good and looked pretty simple to tackle).

Enjoy~!

Spoiler:
INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 4, EXCERPT 1: Transcript of audio message sent from Cinnabar Island Police Department, Precinct 1, dated [REDACTED], recorded by [REDACTED] of Task Force Iota-7.

I hate dealing with children. Adults are predictable, and you don't get attached to them. When they're told about who we are, they only do one thing: panic. When they panic, we deal with them. Simple. But a child is harder. Some get scared, and in those cases, let's just say it's hard to look at myself in a mirror the next morning. The cockier ones try to fight us, and I can pass off what I do as self-defense if tell myself that it was enough times. And then there's the stupid ones who try to join us. We deal with those, but it's easier than the other two kinds of kids because I don't have to lie to myself. I'm doing them a favor by not giving them the chance to be someone like me.

Between you and me, when I first met her, I couldn't tell which kind of kid she would be. She was already a mess when she came in, and you never can tell what those kids will do if you push them enough. They can fall into any category so abruptly that you can only run on instinct to react. Some get aggressive and try to attack us out of nowhere. Some try to bargain with us by attempting to volunteer themselves. And then you've got the ones who just get messier. But I'm just repeating myself. The point is, she was a mess. You know. Hair in tangles, clothing torn, probably dried blood all over her, that kind of thing. But what I remember most about her were her eyes. She had these huge ones, man. Huge. And although I'm used to seeing wide, terrified eyes, there was just something about hers, you know?

Don't get me wrong. I'm not a pedophile or anything. I'm just—it was creepy, okay? And people like me, we don't really get creeped out so easily. Crisis of consciences? We get those all the time. But not creeped out. You can't get creeped out if you work for the organization.

To be a little more accurate, there was one other thing I remember about her. She only had cuts and bruises. Minor stuff, according to the medics. Yeah, that doesn't sound like a big deal, but she went into the Dungeon. The fucking Dungeon. Not just any part of the Dungeon. No one gives a shit if the champion waltzes around on Level A or Level B. That's why the League's posted that guard. It's a champion's perk. But she was down on Level C. You know. Where… that thing was. And that's only one of the things she could've found down there.

So, yeah, she was lucky to be alive. She's a trooper, really. I liked her for that.

That's the problem. If you're in my position, rule number one is never like the ones the retrieval team brings in. They call you the disposal team for a goddamn reason; you don't need to be getting all sentimental.

Anyway, where was I? Right. So they brought her in because no one's supposed to go down to Level C. That should've been sealed off with some of our own on a rotational shift near its entrance. That's how we contain that damn thing because you can't get within fifty feet of it without having it ripping your intestines out through your nostrils telekinetically. We don't know how she managed to do it; the higher ups think it let her. Arranged things for her. Put our guards to sleep or something just so it could meet her. That's part of the reason why she was brought in too, never mind the fact that she was a witness to the containment breach. They were going to ask her about that and about whether or not people knew about SE-004, and… well. Let's just say the entire disposal team was on standby for pretty much the whole thing.

So there we were. Plain concrete room, as per standard. Dr. Sage – y'know, the researcher in charge of the files on 004 – Agent [REDACTED], me, and the girl. And the girl looks at me with those big eyes, and I don't blame her for looking at me the way she did because I'm holding the standard-issue plasma cannon, just in case. I'd soil myself too if I saw someone standing in the corner of any room I'm in with that big of a gun.

But anyway, she's just staring, and finally, after thirty times of Agent [REDACTED] asking what her name was, she finally gives us an answer.

What kind of ass hole hippie parents name their kid Leaf? Answer me that one.


---


INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 2-A: Journal entries recovered from wreckage of [REDACTED] on Cinnabar Island; author unknown.

July 5
Guyana, South America
A new pokémon was discovered deep in the jungle.


---


INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 3, EXCERPT 1: Recording of witness, subject LEAF GREEN, as conducted by DR. SAGE and AGENT [REDACTED].
AGENT
Leaf? All right. My name is Agent [REDACTED]. This is Dr. Sage and our associate [REDACTED]. We'd like to help you, okay?
GREEN (quietly)
Okay.
AGENT
That's a good girl. Dr. Sage?
DR. SAGE
Thank you. Hello, Leaf. I'd like to ask you something that might be hard for you right now, but we need to know to help you. Is that okay?
GREEN (whispering)
Okay.
DR. SAGE
Good. Now, think back. Can you remember what happened right before we found you?

(Pause.)
DR. SAGE
Leaf?
GREEN
Psychic.
DR. SAGE
Sorry?
GREEN
I can't tell you. I need to show you.
DR. SAGE
It's okay, Leaf. You can talk to me in front of my friends. We won't hurt you.
GREEN
Not you. Not worried about you.

(Pause.)
DR. SAGE
Who are you worried about, Leaf?

(Pause.)
GREEN (whispering)
It can hear us through the wires.


---


INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 2-B: Journal entries recovered from wreckage of [REDACTED] on Cinnabar Island; author unknown.

July 10
We christened the newly discovered pokémon, Mew.


---


INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 3, EXCERPT 2: Recording of witness, subject LEAF GREEN, as conducted by DR. SAGE and AGENT [REDACTED].
DR. SAGE
Leaf, I'd like for you to meet my good friend Xatu. He's going to help you show us what happened.

(XATU confirms this with a sharp chirp.)
DR. SAGE
Will that be okay, Leaf?

(Pause. GREEN apparently nods.)
DR. SAGE
Good. Xatu, use Psychic, please.

(Due to Xatu's psychic abilities, the recording distorts for thirty-seven seconds. This span actually represents a period of sixteen minutes of the actual interrogation.)
DR. SAGE (faintly)
I see. Is that all that you can remember?

(Pause.)
DR. SAGE (louder and firmly)
Now, Leaf, if you want us to help you, you'll need to be completely honest with us.

(Pause.)
GREEN
Will Red be okay?


---


INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 4, EXCERPT 2: Transcript of audio message sent from Cinnabar Island Police Department, Precinct 1, dated [REDACTED], recorded by [REDACTED] of Task Force Iota-7.


You know how I'd like to die? By volcano. Now hear me out. You've heard of Pompeii, right? It's this little island off the coast of Italy or something. Something Mediterranean.

Anyway, hundreds of years ago, this little island was part of this huge empire you hear about all the time, right? And they just lived completely ordinary lives for God knows how long. But see, the thing is that the town on Pompeii had this volcano looming it, right? And then one day, out of nowhere, the volcano just erupts. Just like that. Erupts out of nowhere. And there's ash and mud everywhere.

So the people there didn't get a chance to get away because the majority of the island was covered in mud and ash or whatever within minutes, and only a handful of Pompeiians went, "Oh shit, there's a lava flow coming."

Fast forward a few hundred years, and some archaeologist goes to Pompeii and digs a little, and he finds under all that hardened mud and ash and whatever the entire town perfectly preserved. Like, the people there? Perfect casts of them. It must've been creepy as hell to see the Roman Empire or whatever right there.

And I started thinking about it, and I realized that either way, volcanoes are a good way to go. Either you burn up until nothing's left of you, or you leave behind this perfect mold of your entire body for some poor bastard to dig up centuries from now. It's like if you don't die quickly, you're immortal, like a piece of art hidden away for whatever generation comes along and finds you.

Just saying.


---


INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 2-C: Journal entries recovered from wreckage of [REDACTED] on Cinnabar Island; author unknown.

Feb. 6
Mew gave birth. We named the newborn Mewtwo.


---


INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 4, EXCERPT 3: Transcript of audio message sent from Cinnabar Island Police Department, Precinct 1, dated [REDACTED], recorded by [REDACTED] of Task Force Iota-7.

She wasn't alone down there, by the way. That's as much as I could glean from the reports. She had a brother. You ever heard of Red? The League crowned him champion when we rearranged everyone's memories to make people forget about Leaf. Red wasn't that bad either, but he wasn't incredible.

Anyway, yeah, she convinced the League to let her take him down to the Dungeon. It was supposed to be some kind of brother-sister bonding thing where they went to the depths of that place to train and explore and maybe – I don't know – roast marshmallows over a campfire or whatever. But then they went to Level C, and something happened down there.

What am I saying? Of course something happened because 004 escaped. Or nearly did. Not to mention that when the retrieval team found Leaf, there was no trace of Red.

They eventually found the kid. Red, I mean. He's on Mt. Silver. I say he is on because we haven't bothered to move him or anything. We don't really deal with mute people, after all. They don't do much talking, you know?

In any case, he'll probably be the only one besides us who will remember the girl. Leaf's getting erased from public memory. It's a safety precaution, really, so no one else tries to bother 004 again.

I don't get why we don't just kill the damn thing.


---


INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 3, EXCERPT 3: Recording of witness, subject LEAF GREEN, as conducted by DR. SAGE and AGENT [REDACTED].
AGENT
Leaf, I have one last question for you.

(Pause.)
AGENT
The journals that were in your backpack when we picked you up. Where did you find them?

(Pause.)
GREEN
Cinnabar. Old place. The fire pokémon live there.
AGENT
Did anyone other than you know where they were?

(Pause: notes from Agent [REDACTED] indicate that she nods at this point.)
AGENT
Who, Leaf? Please tell me.

(Pause.)
GREEN
Cinnabar Island.

(Pause.)
AGENT
Thank you, Leaf.

(Pause.)
AGENT
[REDACTED]. Cinnabar Island.
[REDACTED]
Orders, sir?
AGENT
Burn it all.


---


INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 2-D: Journal entries recovered from wreckage of [REDACTED] on Cinnabar Island; author unknown.

Sept. 1
Mewtwo is far too powerful. We have failed to curb its vicious tendencies…


---


INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 4, EXCERPT 4: Transcript of audio message sent from Cinnabar Island Police Department, Precinct 1, dated [REDACTED], recorded by [REDACTED] of Task Force Iota-7.

So finally getting to the point, I put the charges in the volcano and dosed most of the island with my butterfree's Stun Spore, just like you asked, Agent [SLUR]. I'm sending you this message from its police department to let you know that I'll be going with it.

Guess what I'm trying to say is I regret to inform you that I will be resigning from my position at your organization, effective immediately. My reasons are largely on moral grounds, although I will always appreciate my time working with you.

Not really, but I figured you wouldn't process this properly if I didn't sound professional for five seconds.

Anyway, yeah. Tell her brother I'm sorry. That's all I ask.


---


INCIDENT SE-004-01: Psychic imprint of subject LEAF GREEN'S memory as conveyed to DR. SAGE.


(GREEN kneels behind a boulder beside a boy later identified as her brother RED. All around them, the darkness is nearly complete, save for the light from their flashlights and a blue glow several meters in front of them. While the glow fails to shed light on anything at all, the children's flashlights illuminate only what lies behind them: a rocky slope heading downward to a rushing, black river. At first, everything is quiet besides the hiss of the river, the distant cries of wild pokémon, and the shaky breathing of RED and GREEN. GREEN's breath shakes out of excitement; she peers around the boulder at the blue glow and forgets for that moment that the chamber is nearly ice-cold.)
GREEN
It's like it's waiting for us.
RED (stammering as he speaks)
Really?
GREEN (glancing at RED)
Yeah. It's just standing there staring at us.

(Silence.)
GREEN
I'm gonna catch it.
RED (whispering)
Leaf, don't!

(GREEN laughs but keeps her voice low as she cautiously looks back around the boulder. Her hand fishes into her backpack beside her until she brings out a single round object.)
GREEN
Relax. I've got a Master Ball, remember? It'll take three seconds, tops. Promise.
RED
I don't think that's a good idea.
GREEN
Oh really? And why not?
RED
I don't know! I just think we really, really need to leave it alone and get out of here.
GREEN
Red, this could be the strongest pokémon of all time. The strongest pokémon! There is literally no entry in the pokédex for it. Do you get what that means?
RED
Leaf—
GREEN
Besides, I'm the champion. It's not like it's gonna hurt me or anything. If something bad happens, I've got six strong pokémon who can deal with it, okay?
RED
Leaf.
GREEN
C'mon. You've got nothing to be worried about. I've got a Master Ball. I earned the Earth Badge. Three seconds, it'll obey our every command.
RED
Leaf, I really don't think we should—
GREEN
Seriously, Red, if you're really that scared, let out Charizard or something.

(GREEN moves away from the boulder and starts up the rest of the slope to the blue light. Behind her, she hears a pop and a low growl. She looks over her shoulder briefly to see RED and a charizard peeking out from behind the boulder. The charizard's flame illuminates the trainers' hiding spot with a far brighter light than the flashlights. Drawing in a breath, GREEN looks back towards the blue light, only to find that it hadn't moved. All it did was grow brighter, just enough to allow GREEN to make out the silhouette of a tall, thin figure. She realizes that the lights she saw earlier are, in fact, its eyes, and at that revelation, she stands still.)
GREEN (whispering)
Why isn't it moving?

(Despite her question, she runs forward until she reaches the top of the hill where the creature stands. Her arm whips out as she throws the object directly at it. The creature refuses to react as the ball bounces off its shoulder and splits in mid-air. Without protesting, the pokémon allows itself to be engulfed by a white light and drawn into the ball. The object snaps shut and drops to the ground, where it merely rolls back to GREEN's feet. She reaches for it.

At this point, the psychic imprint failed to record approximately six minutes of GREEN's memory. It has been classified as lost time.

GREEN stands at the bottom of the hill. She takes a moment to look behind her towards the peak – just long enough to notice that it is completely empty. Then, she turns back to face forward just before taking a startled step backwards. In her hand, she holds a flashlight nearly broken in half; it is coated with something she realizes is warm and sticky. At her feet is RED, who is kneeling in front of her as he whimpers and shakes. In the light of the charizard's tail flame, GREEN can see that his hat is off and that a large gash runs across the side of his face.)
GREEN
Red! Oh God!

(GREEN drops the flashlight and reaches for him. Before she can touch him, the charizard roars and sweeps its claws around its trainer. RED begins screaming incomprehensibly, causing GREEN to scramble backwards.)
GREEN
Red! Oh my God! Red!

(The charizard scoops the still-screaming RED into its arms. GREEN attempts to run forward and grab RED, but before she can, the dragon knocks her onto her back with a wing. By the time she can right herself and turn her head towards RED, the charizard has already taken flight and carried RED a good distance away from the island. GREEN sits and pants for several minutes in near darkness.)
GREEN (whimpering)
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God, what did I do?

(She gets up and starts pacing in circles on the riverbank.)
GREEN
Oh God! What did I do? What did I do?

(Suddenly, she stops. Her head drops slightly, and she stands completely silent and still for several more minutes. Then, she reaches down and picks up an object – the Master Ball she had used earlier – sitting beside the broken flashlight. From within the Master Ball, a blue glow pulses.)
???
Trainer. Take me outside.
GREEN (listlessly)
Okay.


---


INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 2-E: Journal entries recovered from wreckage of [REDACTED] on Cinnabar Island; author unknown.

Sept. 2
[REDACTED]



INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 4, EXCERPT 1: Transcript of audio message sent from Cinnabar Island Police Department, Precinct 1, dated [REDACTED], recorded by [REDACTED] of Task Force Iota-7.

I hate dealing with children. Adults are predictable, and you don't get attached to them. When they're told about who we are, they only do one thing: panic. When they panic, we deal with them. Simple. But a child is harder. Some get scared, and in those cases, let's just say it's hard to look at myself in a mirror the next morning. The cockier ones try to fight us, and I can pass off what I do as self-defense if tell myself that it was enough times. And then there's the stupid ones who try to join us. We deal with those, but it's easier to do it with them than the other two kinds of kids because I don't have to lie to myself. I'm doing them a favor by not giving them the chance to be someone like me.

Between you and me, when I first met her, I couldn't tell which kind of kid she was going to be. She was already a mess when she came in, and you never can tell what those kids will do if you push them enough. They can fall into any category so abruptly that you can only run on instinct to react. Some get aggressive and try to attack us out of nowhere. Some try to bargain with us by attempting to volunteer themselves. And then you've got the ones who just get messier. But I'm just repeating myself. The point is, she was a mess. You know. Hair in tangles, clothing torn, probably dried blood all over her, that kind of thing. But what I remember most about her were her eyes. She had these huge ones, man. Huge. And although I'm used to seeing wide, terrified eyes, there was just something about hers, you know?

Don't get me wrong. I'm not a pedophile or anything. I'm just—it was creepy, okay? And people like me, we don't really get creeped out so easily. Crisis of consciences? We get those all the time. But not creeped out. You can't get creeped out if you work for the organization.

To be a little more accurate, there was one other thing I remember about her. She only had cuts and bruises. Minor stuff, according to the medics. Yeah, that doesn't sound like a big deal, but she went into the Dungeon. The fucking Dungeon. Not just any part of the Dungeon. No one gives a shit if the champion waltzes around on Level A or Level B. That's why the League's posted that guard. It's a champion's perk. But she was down on Level C. You know. Where that thing was. And that's only one of the things she could've found down there.

So, yeah, she was lucky to be alive. She's a trooper, really. I liked her for that.

That's the problem. If you're in my position, rule number one is never like the ones the retrieval team brings in. They call you the disposal team for a goddamn reason; you don't need to be getting all sentimental.

Anyway, where was I? Right. So they brought her in because no one's supposed to go down to Level C. That should've been sealed off with some of our own on a rotational shift near its entrance. That's how we contain that damn thing because you can't get within fifty feet of it without having it ripping your intestines out through your nostrils telekinetically. We don't know how she managed to do it; the higher ups think it let her. Arranged things for her. Put our guards to sleep or something just so it could meet her. That's part of the reason why she was brought in too, never mind the fact that she was a witness to the containment breach. They were going to ask her about that and about whether or not people knew about SE-004, and… well. Let's just say the entire disposal team was on standby for pretty much the whole fiasco.

So there we were. Plain concrete room, as per standard. Dr. Sage – y'know, the researcher in charge of the files on 004 – Agent [REDACTED], me, and the girl. And the girl looks at me with those big eyes, and I don't blame her for looking at me the way she did because I'm holding the standard-issue plasma cannon, just in case. I'd soil myself too if I saw someone standing in the corner of any room I'm in with that big of a gun.

But anyway, she's just staring, and finally, after thirty times of Agent [REDACTED] asking what her name was, she finally gives us an answer.

What kind of ass hole hippie parents name their kid Leaf? Answer me that one.


---


INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 3, EXCERPT 1: Recording of witness, subject LEAF GREEN, as conducted by DR. SAGE and AGENT [REDACTED].

AGENT
Leaf? All right. My name is Agent [REDACTED]. This is Dr. Sage and our associate [REDACTED]. We'd like to help you, okay?

GREEN (voice low)
Okay.

AGENT
That's a good girl. Dr. Sage?

DR. SAGE
Thank you. Hello, Leaf. I'd like to ask you something that might be hard for you right now, but we need to know to help you. Is that okay?

GREEN (whispering)
Okay.

DR. SAGE
Good. Now, think back. Can you remember what happened right before we found you?

(Pause.)

DR. SAGE
Leaf?

GREEN
Psychic.

DR. SAGE
Sorry?

GREEN
I can't tell you. I need to show you.

DR. SAGE
It's okay, Leaf. You can talk to me in front of my friends. We won't hurt you.

GREEN
Not you. Not worried about you.

(Pause.)

DR. SAGE
Who are you worried about, Leaf?

(Pause.)

GREEN (whispering)
It can hear us through the wires.


---


INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 4, EXCERPT 2: Transcript of audio message sent from Cinnabar Island Police Department, Precinct 1, dated [REDACTED], recorded by [REDACTED] of Task Force Iota-7.

You know how I'd like to die? By volcano. Now hear me out. You've heard of Pompeii, right? It's this little island off the coast of Italy or something. Something Mediterranean.

Anyway, hundreds of years ago, this little island was part of this huge empire you hear about all the time, right? And they just lived completely ordinary lives for God knows how long. But see, the thing is that the town on Pompeii had this volcano looming over it, right? And then one day, out of nowhere, the volcano just erupts. Just like that. Erupts out of nowhere. And there's ash and mud everywhere.

So the people there didn't have a chance to get away because the majority of the island was covered in mud and ash or whatever within minutes, and only a handful of Pompeiians went, "Oh shit, there's a lava flow coming."

Fast forward a few hundred years, and some archaeologist goes to Pompeii and digs a little, and under all that hardened mud and ash and whatever, he finds the entire town perfectly preserved. Like, the people there? Perfect casts of them. It must've been creepy as hell to see the Roman Empire or whatever right there.

And I started thinking about it, and I realized that either way, volcanoes are a good way to go. Either you burn up until nothing's left of you, or you leave behind this perfect mold of your entire body for some poor bastard to dig up centuries from now. It's like if you don't die quickly, you're immortal, like a piece of art hidden away for whatever generation comes along and finds you.

Just saying.


---


INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 3, EXCERPT 2: Recording of witness, subject LEAF GREEN, as conducted by DR. SAGE and AGENT [REDACTED].

DR. SAGE
Leaf, I'd like for you to meet my good friend Xatu. He's going to help you show us what happened.

(XATU calls briefly.)

DR. SAGE
Will that be okay, Leaf?

(Pause. AGENT [REDACTED]'s notes indicate that she nods at this point.)

DR. SAGE
Good. Xatu, use Psychic, please.

(Due to XATU's psychic abilities, the recording distorts for 37 seconds. This span actually represents a period of 16 minutes of the actual interrogation according to AGENT [REDACTED]'s accompanying notes.)

DR. SAGE (voice low)
I see. Is that all that you can remember?

(Pause.)

DR. SAGE
Now, Leaf, if you want us to help you, you'll need to be completely honest with us.

(Pause.)

GREEN
Will Red be okay?


---


INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 4, EXCERPT 3: Transcript of audio message sent from Cinnabar Island Police Department, Precinct 1, dated [REDACTED], recorded by [REDACTED] of Task Force Iota-7.

She wasn't alone down there, by the way. That's as much as I could glean from the reports. She had a brother. You ever heard of Red? The League crowned him champion when we rearranged everyone's memories to make people forget about Leaf. Red wasn't that bad either, but he wasn't incredible.

Anyway, yeah, she convinced the League to let her take him down to the Dungeon. It was supposed to be some kind of brother-sister bonding thing where they went to the depths of that place to train and explore and maybe – I don't know – roast marshmallows over a campfire or whatever. But then they went to Level C, and something supposedly happened down there.

What am I saying? Of course something happened because 004 escaped. Or nearly did. Not to mention that when the retrieval team found Leaf, there was no trace of Red.

They eventually found the kid. Red, I mean. He's on Mt. Silver. I say he is because we haven't bothered to move him or anything. We don't really deal with mute people, after all. They don't do much talking, you know?

In any case, he'll probably be the only one besides us who will remember the girl. Leaf's getting erased from public memory. It's a safety precaution, really, so no one else tries to bother 004 again.

I don't get why we don't just kill the damn thing.


---


INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 3, EXCERPT 3: Recording of witness, subject LEAF GREEN, as conducted by DR. SAGE and AGENT [REDACTED].

AGENT
Leaf, I have one last question for you.

(Pause.)

AGENT
The journals that were in your backpack when we picked you up. Where did you find them?

(Pause.)

GREEN
Cinnabar. Old place. The fire pokémon live there.

AGENT
Did anyone other than you know where they were?

(Pause. AGENT [REDACTED]'s notes indicate that she nods at this point.)

AGENT
Who, Leaf? Please tell me.

(Pause.)

GREEN
Cinnabar Island.

(Pause.)

AGENT
Thank you, Leaf.

(Pause.)

AGENT
[REDACTED]. Cinnabar Island.

[REDACTED]
Orders, sir?

AGENT
Burn it all.


---


INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 4, EXCERPT 4: Transcript of audio message sent from Cinnabar Island Police Department, Precinct 1, dated [REDACTED], recorded by [REDACTED] of Task Force Iota-7.

So finally getting to the point, I put the charges in the volcano and dosed most of the island with my butterfree's Stun Spore, just like you asked, Agent [REDACTED]. It's like you said: quick and simple. Just press a button, and in five seconds, everyone who knows about 004's going to be blown to Hell. Except for the mute kid, those dicks at Team Rocket, and you, of course. Hope you ass holes are happy. And yeah, I said you, not us. I'm sending you this message from Cinnabar's police department to let you know that I'll be going with the rest of the island.

Guess what I'm trying to say is I regret to inform you that I will be resigning from my position at your organization, effective immediately. My reasons are largely on moral grounds, although I will always appreciate my time working with you.

Not really, but I figured you wouldn't process this properly if I didn't sound professional for five seconds. Either that, or you'll reanimate my corpse because I'm still technically part of the organization. I know some of the other SE's can do that shit, and let me tell you right now that I will go George Romero on your ass if you try it.

Anyway, yeah. Tell her brother I'm sorry. That's all I ask.


---


INCIDENT SE-004-01: Psychic imprint of subject LEAF GREEN'S memory as conveyed to DR. SAGE.


(GREEN kneels behind a boulder beside a boy – RED, according to accompanying materials concerning this incident. The only lights in their location comes from a pair of flashlights they hold between them and a blue glow on a slope several meters away from them. Not much else is visible. The glow does not illuminate anything, and the flashlights only illuminate part of the children's legs and the slope back to the underground river they used to access this area. XATU does not relay any other sensations to add to this imprint except cold air and distant pokémon calls.

ADDENDUM FROM DR. SAGE: This location has been identified by Task Force Beta-15 as the southeast corner of [REDACTED], level C.)


GREEN
It's like it's waiting for us.

RED (speech is broken and faltering)
Really?

GREEN (looks towards RED)
Yeah. It's just standing there staring at us.

(Silence.)

GREEN
I'm gonna catch it.

RED (whispering)
Leaf, don't!

(GREEN laughs but keeps her voice low. She leans her entire body away from RED so she can look around the boulder to locate the blue glow. One of her hands reaches into her backpack to pull out a round, plastic object the size of her palm.)

GREEN
Relax. I've got a Master Ball, remember? It'll take three seconds, tops. Promise.

RED
I don't think that's a good idea.

GREEN
Oh really? And why not?

RED
I don't know! I just think we really, really need to leave it alone and get out of here.

GREEN
Red, this could be the strongest pokémon of all time. The strongest pokémon! There is literally no entry in the pokédex for it. Do you get what that means?

RED
Leaf.

GREEN
Besides, I'm the champion. It's not like it's gonna hurt me or anything. If something bad happens, I've got six strong pokémon who can deal with it, okay?

RED
Leaf.

GREEN
C'mon. You've got nothing to be worried about. I've got a Master Ball. I earned the Earth Badge. Three seconds, it'll obey our every command.

RED
Leaf, I really don't think we should—

GREEN
Seriously, Red, if you're that scared, let out Charizard or something.

(GREEN moves away from the boulder and starts up the rest of the slope to the blue light. Twenty-seven seconds later, she hears a pop and a growl. She looks over her shoulder to see RED and a charizard partially hidden behind the boulder; the charizard's tail flame adds additional light to the area. Both RED and the charizard lean to the left just enough to stare at GREEN. GREEN's body shudders and turns back to the blue glow, and she notices that it has reacted to charizard's presence. It appears brighter to her, and now, she can see the silhouette of a tall, thin, humanoid figure whose eyes are the sources of the blue light. At this point, XATU relays the adrenaline spike associated with fear.)

GREEN (whispering)
Why isn't it moving?

(She hesitates. [Memory vague on exact time frame. Accurate transcription impossible.] Then, she runs forward and throws the object she retrieved from her backpack. The object, the aforementioned "Master Ball," connects with the figure's shoulder and activates by splitting open and emitting a white light that engulfs its target. After this point, the light is drawn back into the ball, which shuts and drops to the ground. Once it lands, it rolls on its own back to GREEN's feet. She reaches for it.

At this point, the psychic imprint failed to record approximately 6 minutes of GREEN's memory. It has been classified as lost time.

GREEN stands at the bottom of the hill. She looks behind her at the peak and finds it completely empty. Then, she turns back to face forward just before taking a step backwards. In her hand, she holds a flashlight nearly broken in half. It is coated with something she realizes is warm and sticky. At her feet is RED, who is kneeling in front of her as he whimpers and visibly shakes. In the light of the charizard's tail flame, GREEN can see that his hat is off and that a laceration runs from the lower temple to the chin.)

GREEN
Red! Oh God!

(GREEN drops the flashlight and reaches for him. Before she can touch him, the charizard roars and grabs its trainer with its claws. RED begins screaming incoherently, causing GREEN to scramble backwards.)

GREEN
Red! Oh my God! Red!

(The charizard draws the still-screaming RED into its arms. GREEN attempts to run forward and grab RED, but the pokémon swings its wing at her. At this point, GREEN's vision blurs as her body is knocked into the side of the hill. XATU's psychic imprint registers acute pain in the upper back, matching a bruise noted on the staff's initial physical examination of GREEN upon arrival to Facility [REDACTED]. By the time GREEN's vision resolves itself – once she sits up – the charizard and RED have disappeared. GREEN sits and pants for 4 minutes in darkness.)

GREEN
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God, what did I do?

(She stands and starts pacing in circles on the riverbank.)

GREEN
Oh God! What did I do? What did I do?

(Abruptly, she stops. Her head drops slightly, and she stands completely silent and still for an additional 6 minutes. At the end of this time period, an object contacts the side of her left foot. She reaches down to pick it up, and as she holds it at arm's length, her vision registers it as the Master Ball. It emits a blue light from its core.)

UNIDENTIFIED
Trainer. Take me outside.

GREEN (voice low)
Okay.


---

ADDENDUM: INCIDENT SE-004-01, FILE 1: Journal entries recovered by LEAF GREEN from wreckage of [REDACTED] on Cinnabar Island.

(NOTE FROM DR. SAGE: The following journal entries chronicle portions, but not all, of the discovery of SE-005, the creation of SE-004, and Incident SE-004-01. Much of the journal has been severely damaged in the destruction of [REDACTED] and cannot be replicated. As such, this document is only a partially complete record, with replications based on editorial conclusions as to what the original text might have said.)

July 5
Guyana, South America
A new pokémon was discovered deep in the jungle.


July 10
We christened the newly discovered pokémon, [SE-005].


Feb. 6
[SE-005] gave birth. We named the newborn [SE-004].


Sept. 1
[SE-004] is far too powerful. We have failed to curb its vicious tendencies…


Sept. 2
Dr. [REDACTED] has disappeared. According to claims made by several members of our peers, [SE-004] is responsible. We do not yet have the data to explain this.


Sept. 9
Pieces of Dr. [REDACTED] has been found. We have made arrangements to cremate him. All efforts to contain [SE-004] have failed.


Sept. 12
Several members of our team claim to hear [SE-004] constantly, despite the fact that it is contained in [REDACTED]. It is difficult to sleep…


Sept. 20
Nurse [REDACTED] has died. She walked into [SE-004]'s containment cell and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Her body has been removed, and we [DATA EXPUNGED].


Oct. 1
Six others have died. We have attempted to prevent three others from succumbing to [SE-004], but that has provoked [SE-004] itself. The rest of us have barricaded ourselves as deeply in the laboratory as possible, but it will be no use. [SE-004] has sent [REDACTED] to find us. They have already cut our communication lines.


Oct. 5
Every night, we hear them. They're coming for us. [SE-004] talks to me too now. We have not slept for three days.


Oct. 7
The others are coming. They want to cut us open. They say Im [sic] the last one. [SE-004] shows me things when im [sic] awake now. We didn't know that (The entry ends here.)


Oct. 8
He hears us through the wires that's how he (The entry ends here.)


Oct. 9
The banging has gotten louder and [SE-004] is still here Always here


oct 10
im so sorry


oct 10
burn it all burn it all burn it all burn it all (This repeats for three pages. The third ends abruptly, implying that there may have been other pages at some point.)

oct [ILLEGIBLE]
[ILLEGIBLE]

8ct End
He has asked us to open the door and look into the light, and we have. There is no god there but [DATA EXPUNGED].
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This is a mixture of fascinating and frightening. I'm assuming the mysterious being is Mewtwo, but the fact that you cut out names or times, and even adding the hysterical feel near the end makes it so absolutely amazing questionable. What happened? What will happen? Why is Red in Mt. Silver, speaking to no one, and why are these people even bothering to erase Leaf's existence? Just because she saw something and it can affect people on a national scale? I am so eager to see more of this.
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This is a mixture of fascinating and frightening. I'm assuming the mysterious being is Mewtwo, but the fact that you cut out names or times, and even adding the hysterical feel near the end makes it so absolutely amazing questionable. What happened? What will happen? Why is Red in Mt. Silver, speaking to no one, and why are these people even bothering to erase Leaf's existence? Just because she saw something and it can affect people on a national scale? I am so eager to see more of this.
*le bow* Thank you!

Also, I have to admit, I wasn't planning on writing much more in this universe, but I'm sort of tempted to do so now to cover incidents involving different SEs.

And that's the only non-spoiler-riffic thing I can say right now! :D So here's a spoiler tag~!

Spoiler:
Can you just imagine the shenanigans that would ensue involving Celebi?

Also, yep, the creature is Mewtwo. Basically speaking, this fic takes place in a world where all of the legendaries and other strange and supernatural phenomena/cryptids/what-have-you occur. The organization in question (yes, it has a name, I swear) is a hybrid of the SCP and the Men In Black. Their duty is to contain basically everything that humanity shouldn't know (still) exists, including and especially the embodiments of nature/legendary Pokémon themselves. So, they're not actually Team Rocket; they're just really pissed off that Team Rocket created more problems for them (and tends to do that a lot because Team Rocket is like "lol science").

As for why Leaf (and the entirety of Cinnabar Island) had to be erased from memory, it was so people wouldn't get curious and attempt to find Mewtwo. Because you know there's some jackass out there who'd be like, "There's a Pokémon that ****ed the champion of Kanto up? Let's go catch it!" Because the organization realizes that humanity is a psychotically moronic species. So the story goes that Leaf was removed from public memory, Red was instated the champion (with the story that he went to Mt. Silver to train, not because he went effing crazy), and Cinnabar Island was volcano'd out of existence to thoroughly cover up the idea that there's a Mewtwo out there. Like, Mewtwo is basically a Keter object, and for whatever reason, people like to play with the Keter objects. Like Leaf did before it mind-controlled her and had her beat the ever-loving crap out of Red with a flashlight.

So they're hoping that by covering up this incident like all hell, no one will attempt to find Mewtwo. They're also hoping that if no one attempts to find Mewtwo, Mewtwo won't mind-control them and break out/make them [DATA EXPUNGED] hang themselves with their own intestines.

Fun fact? If you know how to read little bits here and there, the story becomes clearer. For example, the heading for each scene actually tells you most of why this is happening by itself. Take the first one for example:

INCIDENT SE-004-03, FILE 4, EXCERPT 1

And compare it to the last one:

INCIDENT SE-004-01, FILE 1

How do you read these? Well! "INCIDENT" is pretty straightforward: it's noting this as a chronicle, a record of materials that describe what happened in a containment breach or any other event in which the subject displays its power. "SE-004" is the name of the object; the "SE" stands for "Special Entity" (not something I mentioned within the story but would be cool to know maybe), while the number stands for its number in the organization's index. So, Mewtwo is the fourth Special Entity recorded by the organization. (Note that it goes in order of recording. That's why Mew is SE-005 while Mewtwo is SE-004. The organization could not verify Mew's existence before Mewtwo.) "FILE #" and "EXCERPT #" both indicate similar things. In the first case, the audio transcript was the fourth document included in the materials describing the incident involving Leaf, and the first scene of the fic is the first excerpt from that particular document.

What's not straightforward is the number after SE-004. That's the first thing that changes between the headers. For most of the story, the full incident name is "SE-004-03," but for the last scene, the number is "SE-004-01." Why did it change?

Because that's the incident number.

As in, that's the number of times a similar incident involving that object occurred.

As in, the story isn't describing the first or second time Mewtwo went on a murderous rampage.

If you let that sink in for a bit, that might help you understand why the story had to happen.
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