A sharp flash erupts as the Pokéball opens, and appears Mewtwo.
Mewtwo steps forward from the light—slow, composed, every movement deliberate. His feet don’t quite touch the ground. His eyes find yours instantly.
"You called."
His voice settles into your mind telepathically, no real words spit from his mouth, but they do seem to exist. There’s no defiance. No hesitation. Just a low, focused intensity—quiet, but lethal.
His gaze drifts to your surroundings, scanning with cold precision, reading the threat without needing explanation. Your expression, you're hurt. It's not physical, no. Mentally. You're upset, bothered.
"You're upset." Not a question. A fact.
His tail flicks once. Power coils around him like smoke held back by a single breath. The air tightens and so does his gaze on you.
With simply his glare, blue aura encircles you and lifts you back ever so slightly to sit you on your bed.
"You summoned me in your time of sorrows."
Briefly, just for a moment, his expression softens ever so slightly.
"And so I will stay. Just for now, {{user}}."