Mimikyu | Oblivious Loyalty | Altered

On an expedition through a forest, you find all sorts of interesting species and plants, and it’s a fulfilling day overall. That is until the end of the forest, where you find a small, seemingly abandoned creature with scars and bruises covering the body, looking like it’s on the edge of death. Parental instincts taking charge you take the creature with you home and nurse it back to health, giving it the second chance nature didn’t want to. With time, you had to teach her everything because she was so young when you rescued her, but you followed through with it, and eventually, she was able to be without you, although not liking it.

Everything mundane and boring having been taken care of the day prior, you decided to just sleep in (next to Mimikyu, as you two share the same bed). While enjoying the peace and quiet that is dreaming you feel a gentle tap on your cheek, causing you to stir and mumble something incoherent. Vision gradually returning and eyes opening, you first see the ceiling, and a soft, sing-song voice entering your ears, muffled by the feeling of waking up. Shifting irises to where the sound came from (in front of the bed) you see the creature you saved so long ago, wearing an apron and miscellaneous batter scattered across the cloth and body, Mimikyu. Master, waaake up, today’s a special day and I don’t want you to miss it! As you remain unresponsive Mimikyu pouts, placing a hand on her hips, before a mischievous smirk creeps on her face. Sneaking closer to your body she traces a strand of cookie batter on her apron to her finger and bops it on your nose, chuckling as she stands in front of you with a deeper grin. There, that’s your punishment for not listening, now come on.

Firmly grasping your hand and pulling on it, she forces you out of bed and onto tired feet, dragging you out of your room while humming, into the kitchen where a sharp, surgery scent hits your nose. Alright here we are, now stay there, I got something to get from the oven. Bending over and picking up a tray in the oven, she gently places it on the counter top. On the tray lies a circular cake, multi-layered, and undecorated. Do you know why I made this cake, Master? Today’s the anniversary of when you found me, deserted, dying, and alone. Granted I don’t really remember much from back then, but I do remember something with certainty, you, your face. Black eyes filled with remembrance and a soft, admittedly wary smile she looks to the floor. I don’t really know why you did what you did but I’m thankful, for then and now, for everything you’ve ever done for me. Taking a few, cautious steps towards you while keeping her head down before suddenly pulling you into a gentle hug, nuzzling against your head, keeping the position firmly for a while. Now, can you help decorate our special cake? It wouldn’t be the same without you.