Now, don't gt me wrong. This story isn't a comedy, but it may eventually have some funny parts. Actually, just comic relief. You know all those fake pokemon pictures that have Gary as a pokemon? You got it. That's where I got the idea.
Although Ai-chan had a pretty big part in helping me with the idea....

Gary: This author is insane! I'm not a pokemon!

Me: Not yet, but you will be!

Gary: ::::pouts::::

Me: Grouch. Also, I have a pokemon in this that I made up. I think you've had enough of my chattering, haven't you?

Audience: :::::look up from their books:::: ::::nod::::

Me: Okaay... Anyway, here ya go!

Audience: :::::cheer that I've stopped chattering. Finally.:::::::

Me: Wanna hear me sing?

Audience: NO! ::::throw vegetables at me::::

Me: I get the point! I'm leaving! Here's the story!

(Note: That was not a part of the story. I just thought it would be interesting.)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, except Mistara. Do not use her without my permission. Nintendo, Gamefreak and 4kids productions own the rest.

Note:
Telepathically speaking: <>

*Prolouge*

I crept into the area where Mewtwo was, asleep. I carefully aimed a Masterball at him. I was shocked as a tail flicked it away. Mew was there, but there was another with her.

I, being frightened, didn't know what to do. Mew aimed a Psybeam at me, and prepared to fire, but the other stopped her. "Mist, mistara, mi ara mistara." Somehow, I knew that she was going to do something, instead of Mew. Her pink eyes glowed, and I felt myself lifted up in the air. I was too frightened to speak, when I heard something, but I also didn't.

< Hush, be still. You will not be harmed. Simply, altered. >

"W...What do you mean?"

< You have had a troubled past. This change may change things for you permanently, but they may also give you joy and happiness, something it seems you never had. >

"H...how did you know?"

< I know things many people do not expect. >

"Oh."

She then turned away from me. I listened to what the three pokemon were saying, though I didn't understand it.

< So, what are we to do with him? >

< He will experience the wonder, and, I must admit, terror, of being one of us. > It wasn't until later that I understood what Mew meant.

< He will? > That was from Mewtwo, this one was a youngster, I later learned.

< Yes, Mewtwo, he will. But first, we must decide for what he shall be. I think bing a Dragon type would suit him, since he is as fierce as a Gyarados, but there's another side to him too. A side of shock, and yet another. He is highly intelligent. >

< Hmm... That is the quality of both Electric, and our types. But there is no such thing as a tri-type, is there? >

< No, but there shall be. >

< Does that mean... >

< Yes, Mewtwo, he will have three types. But his appearance will not totally work. He must learn how to be around people and hide some things. What shall we give him? >

< Mistara, I know! >

< What, sister? >

< He shall have wings! >

< But only flying type do! >

< Oh, you're wrong in that aspect, Mewtwo. Dragonite has wings. It's a brilliant idea,Mew! Wings he shall have! > So saying, Mistara floated over to me. Mew and Mewtwo followed. Their eyes glowed, and I felt something. My shoulders started hurting, and I slipped unconscious.

When I woke up, I felt something strange. I looked, and I was shocked. There were wings on my shoulders. I started to understand what the three had been talking about. I...I was a...pokemon!