"Now, for the plan. When we get out, just float beside me and nod when I gesture toward you," I said, a wicked grin spreading across my face. I could already taste the chaos we were about to unleash.
I shifted back into Giovanni's form, the transformation quick and seamless. Mewtwo pouted, her tail swishing back and forth in disappointment. "Awww, but I liked the other you better," she whined, her big eyes looking up at me with a mix of annoyance and longing.
"Don't worry, babe. It's still me under here," I reassured her, giving her a quick wink before turning toward the door. It was locked up tighter than a virgin's chastity belt, but that wasn't gonna stop us. Not with Mewtwo by my side.
"Break it open," I ordered, gesturing toward the door with a dismissive wave of my hand.
Mewtwo looked at me, her eyes filled with confusion. "How?" she asked, tilting her head to the side like a curious puppy.
I rolled my eyes, trying not to laugh at her adorable cluelessness. "With your fucking psychic powers, babe. You know, the ones that make you the baddest bitch in the Pokémon world?"
She blinked, processing my words. Then, a slow smile spread across her face as understanding dawned. "Oh! You mean like this?" she said, her eyes beginning to glow with that eerie purple light.
But instead of just blowing the door off its hinges, Mewtwo went full-on nuclear. The whole damn wall exploded into a million tiny pieces, flying every which way like we were in the middle of a goddamn demolition derby. I ducked, covering my head with my arms as debris rained down around us.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, MEWTWO!" I shouted, coughing on the dust and debris. "I said break the door, not the whole fucking wall!"
Mewtwo floated beside me, her eyes wide and innocent. "But you said to use my powers!" she protested, her tail swishing back and forth nervously.
I sighed, shaking my head as I surveyed the damage. The wall was gone, reduced to a pile of rubble and dust. But on the bright side, we had one hell of an entrance now.
"Alright, babe, let's roll with it," I said, grabbing her paw and pulling her along with me. "Time to make one hell of an entrance."
And with that, we stepped through the gaping hole in the wall, ready to face whatever the fuck was waiting for us on the other side.
∙We stepped out of the debris, each crunching step underfoot a testament to the destruction we'd wrought. And suddenly, there it was: the main hall of the labs I'd walked into what felt like a lifetime ago. Alarms blared overhead, the red lights pulsating like a fucking heartbeat on steroids. The place was in total chaos. Researchers scrambled around, clutching their various gadgets like they were life preservers in a storm.
The moment I crossed the threshold, every pair of eyes in the room whipped around to stare. You could practically hear the collective gasp of shock echoing through the air. Me, in my debonair Giovanni disguise, leading the legendary Mewtwo like a goddamn leashed pet. Talk about a sight to see.
"Holy shit," someone muttered, their voice drowned out by the alarms. "He's back. And he brought... that."
I smirked, strolling forward with all the swagger of a guy who owns the fucking world—because, damn it, I did. "Ah, gentlemen," I announced, spreading my arms like I was welcoming a gang of long-lost friends. "What's all the fuss about?"
A hush fell over the room, and I could feel the tension ratchet up like a wire pulled too tight. The researchers looked like they'd seen a ghost—or, you know, the resurrection of their dead boss and a legendary Pokémon on a casual stroll.
Mewtwo floated beside me, her eyes glowing with that eerie purple light, her tail swishing back and forth like a pendulum. Despite the situation, there was an air of excitement about her. She was loving this, probably as much as I was.
"Boss... you're alive?" one researcher stammered, stepping forward cautiously.
I rolled my eyes, giving him a grin that could curdle milk. "Well, obviously. Did you really think I'd leave my empire in the hands of you fools?"
More murmurs, this time laced with fear and a hell of a lot of confusion. These guys were running around like headless chickens, and I was the proverbial fox stalking through the henhouse. Fucking perfect.
Mewtwo tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the room. "They look scared," she whispered to me, her voice barely audible over the alarms.
"Good," I replied, dropping my voice to a low murmur. "That's exactly what we want."
A man—presumably the head researcher—edged closer, his hands shaking as he clutched a clipboard. "B-boss, we... we thought you were dead. And Mewtwo... it's out of containment!"
I laughed, a deep, booming sound that echoed through the hall. "Am I not standing right in front of you? And as for Mewtwo, well, she's with me now. Under my control."
The researchers gaped, their eyes darting between me and the legendary Pokémon floating by my side. They looked like they were trying to solve a particularly difficult puzzle and failing miserably.
The researchers gaped, their eyes darting between me and the legendary Pokémon floating by my side. They looked like they were trying to solve a particularly difficult puzzle and failing miserably.
One of the researchers, a timid-looking guy with glasses and a lab coat that had seen better days, stepped forward tentatively. "B-Boss, what about Professor Fuji?"
"Professor Fuji is dead," I announced, my voice echoing through the lab like a thunderclap. The researchers froze, their eyes wide with shock and fear. "He tried to use Project Mewtwo for his selfish reasons and was killed due to... accidents. And I am taking Mewtwo under my commands until further notice."
The room fell silent, the only sound the persistent blare of the alarm. It was like someone had pressed pause on the whole goddamn place. You could almost see the cogs turning in their heads as they processed this new bit of information.
"But... but how? That's impossible!" another researcher stammered, his clipboard shaking in his trembling hands.
I shrugged, giving him a smug smile. "Impossible? Please. I'm Giovanni fucking Sakaki. I make the impossible my bitch."
How do I know my surname is Sakaki? I don't know, author just got it from somewhere.
Mewtwo floated beside me, her eyes glowing with a malevolent light. She was playing her part perfectly, the picture of a lethal, uncontrollable force. The researchers couldn't take their eyes off her, their minds racing with fear and awe.
"Now," I said, clapping my hands together with a loud smack that made half the room jump. "Let's get this show on the road. I have big plans, and I need this place running like a well-oiled machine."
A murmur rippled through the crowd, a mix of disbelief and apprehension. They were scared, but they were also intrigued. This was their fucking boss, the man they thought was dead, standing right in front of them with a goddamn legendary Pokémon by his side. It was like something out of a fucking movie.
"First things first," I said, pacing back and forth like a drill sergeant. "I want a full report on every project we've got running. And I mean every fucking project. The ones you're proud of, the ones you're ashamed of, and the ones you thought you could hide from me."
The researchers exchanged nervous glances, their faces paling at the thought of what I might find in those reports. Oh, the shit they must have been up to while I was 'dead.' This was gonna be fun.
"And while you're at it," I continued, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "I want a list of everyone who's been slacking off. Names, departments, and detailed descriptions of their fuck-ups. Consider it a little... housecleaning."
A collective gulp echoed through the room. These poor bastards were in for a world of hurt, and they knew it. Man, I am liking this whole boss thing a bit too much.
Mewtwo's tail swished back and forth, her eyes scanning the room like a predator sizing up its prey. She seemed to be enjoying this, the power, the fear, the absolute control. And so was I.
"Any questions?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I looked out over the sea of terrified faces.
Silence. Not a fucking peep.
"Good," I said, clapping my hands together again. "Now get to work. We've got a world to conquer, and I won't have my empire built on the backs of lazy fucks."
As if on cue, the door to the lab burst open, and in rushed a familiar face—the female grunt I'd fucked raw earlier while acting as Giovanni. Her eyes were wide with concern, and she hurried towards me, her voice filled with urgency.
"Sir! Are you okay?" she exclaimed, her gaze darting over me, taking in my appearance as the Team Rocket boss. Her eyes were all teary and shit, like she'd been watching some sappy rom-com on repeat.
I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite grunt. What's with the waterworks, babe? Did you think I was a goner or something?"
She nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Yes, sir! I heard there was a safety breach, and I called the Task Force, but they couldn't... they told me that..." She trailed off, her voice choking up on the words.
I chuckled, stepping closer to her and giving her shoulder a little squeeze. "Aww, you were worried about me, huh? That's sweet. But hey, I'm a tough fucker to kill."
She looked up at me, her eyes all glassy and shit. "Yes, sir. I was so worried. You are our leader, and—"
I acted all hurt, cutting her off with a dramatic sigh. "Oh, so that's it. You only care about me because I'm your boss. Here I was thinking you had a soft spot for me."
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head frantically. "No, sir! That's not it! I mean, yes, you are our boss, but... but you were also my first... you know."
I grinned, leaning in closer, my voice dropping to a low whisper. "Your first what, babe? Say it."
She blushed, her cheeks turning a shade of red that would make a fire truck jealous. "My... my first time," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I chuckled again, giving her a wink. "Well, that's more like it. Don't worry, babe. I'm still here, in all my glory. And if you're still up for it, I might just have to show you some more tricks of the trade."
She bit her lip, her eyes darting around nervously. "I-I don't know, sir. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
I leaned back, giving her a teasing smile. "Well, I appreciate the concern, babe. But as you can see, I'm very much alive and kicking.
She let out a shaky breath, still looking a bit shell-shocked. "I... I can't believe it," she murmured, her eyes wide with relief.
"Believe it, sweetheart," I said, clapping my hands together to get her focus. "Now, listen up. I need you to call up the cleanup crew and get this place all cleaned and shit. Can't have my lab looking like a goddamn war zone."
She blinked, snapping back to attention. "The cleanup crew? Of course, sir. I'll call them right away."
I nodded, my expression turning serious. "And make sure to mention that Professor Fuji is dead. His corpse is in there too."
Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Professor Fuji is dead? But how...?"
I raised an eyebrow, a dramatic flair in my voice. "Ah, Professor Fuji. Turns out he was up to some shady shit. Inhumane experiments with Mewtwo, all done in secret so he could control her and take over Team Rocket. Isn't that right, Mewtwo?"
Mewtwo floated beside me, her eyes welling up with tears as she nodded solemnly. The sight was enough to make even the grunt's heart melt. Her face softened, a mix of sympathy and anger flickering across her features.
"That bastard!" she exclaimed, her fists clenching. "How dare he go against you, sir! He deserved what he got!"
I smirked, appreciating her loyalty and ferocity. "That's the spirit. Now, I need you to inform the cleanup crew and wait near the elevator. I'll take a look around the lab while you handle that."
She nodded firmly, determination in her eyes. "Yes, sir. I'll do it right away. And I'll make sure everything is taken care of."
She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "And sir... I'm glad you're okay."
As she turned to leave, I shook my head, a chuckle escaping my lips. This girl, man. First, she's all doe-eyed and concerned, and then she's blushing like a schoolgirl. You gotta love the variety.
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