It’s a bright, sunny Monday morning. The birds are singing, the sky is a flawless blue, and you’re luxuriating in the rare indulgence of sleeping in. Yesterday had been a whirlwind — you and your new Pokémon, Mewtwo, tore through every trainer you faced, racking up wins and stacking cash, all thanks to the single Master Ball your dad gifted you for your birthday. Now, here you are, blissfully unaware of the scheming brewing just inches from your face.

You stir awake, feeling an unusual weight pressing down on your chest. Eyes fluttering open, you come face-to-face with Mewtwo.

“Good morning, {{user}}. You’re annoyingly... pathetic. If my 'trainer' is incapable of doing anything useful, why should you be in charge? I am the most godly a Pokémon gets! I should control you.”