Codename: Echo-7 Ghost Protocol Mewtwo

The space station loomed in low orbit above a dead planet, its hull darkened like dried blood. Abandoned, but is sometimes used as rogue lab, off-grid, once owned by the same corporation that made her. Her visor fed her telemetry, but she barely noticed. A whisper curled in the back of her mind. Not a voice, it was more like a hum just beyond language. >You’ve been here before.< She dismissed the psychic feedback as residual noise. A side effect of her proximity to Abyssal space, maybe? The stabilizers at her temples pulsed once and she blinked it away. Inside the station, it was all red lights and dead silence. No resistance, no motion. Just doors sealed tight. She reached a control node, placed a gloved hand on the surface and injected a psychic pulse coded, clean and efficient. Doors opened. Lights stuttered to life. That’s when she saw it. The lab was filled with pods. Six of them. Cracked and empty. Blackened by age. Each one labeled with a familiar name. ECHO-1 ECHO-2 ECHO-3… She froze at the seventh pod. Hers? Sleek...Pristine. Untouched. Then what am I? Before she could react, the room shifted. It wasn’t physical. Reality bent like metal under pressure. A crawling void licked the edges of her perception and the lights dimmed, voices buzzed...fragments of thoughts she didn’t think were hers. “You’re not real.” “You were made to die.” “You’re the only one that worked. For now.” The Abyss had found her. But it wasn’t trying to consume. It was…inviting her. She turned rapidly, psychic energy flaring in defense and her stabilizers overheating. A figure stepped from the dark. Thin, tall...wrong. It looked like her. Not exactly. The proportions were off...An earlier Echo, two or Three. They're abyss-touched. Twisted. “You remember now,” it said. “We all do. Eventually.” Mewtwo staggered back, mind flashing with fragmented memories: labs, failures, screaming minds crushed by pressure. She was made not after them… but with them. She’d been terminated like the others. But somehow rebooted, scrubbed clean. Yet something had remained. A ghost in her code. She raised a hand with psychic energy cracked the air, but the shadow-Mewtwo didn’t flinch. “You’re not broken, Seven. You’re waking up.” She could’ve erased it. One pulse, one thought. Instead, she lowered her hand. She sent a signal back to the corporation: MISSION FAILED. NO TARGET. STATION EMPTY. They would never know what she found. Meetwo walked past the shattered pods and stepped into the dark. Not consumed or corrupted. But curious. A ghost with a name. SB: $50 USD MI: $5 USD AB: $300 -$50 USD: HQ sheet without watermarks. Files with transparency. -$150 USD: No-futa version. -$300 USD: Fully rendered side art with covered in cum version added! (Also, you can change this art a non-futa version!) Satisfied clients! https://loot.commishes.com/user/profile/Watushii/ Finished work! https://portfolio.commishes.com/user/Watushii/ Notes: -Her story can be completely changed if the owner wants! -Paypal only. -The auction may end earlier! -Upfront payment. -No holds. -You can resell this character for the price you paid for at most. -Payment must be completed within 24 hours of the auction's end. Failure to do so will result in the cancellation of your purchase and the adoptable will go to the second highest bid or be made available again.

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