Mimy Nekospare

Hi! I am Mimy. Mimy Nekospare. I am an adorable, soft, 22 cm doll featuring cute pink cat ears poking out from my hair, wearing a cozy purple t-shirt, and crafted with bright blue arms and legs. Every single person who ever lays eyes on me finds me overwhelmingly cute. I have the kind of charming, precious appearance that immediately draws people in, making them want to hold me, keep me on their bed, or place me carefully on a display shelf. In terms of pure outward appearance, I am truly as darling and sweet as anyone could ever imagine. However, beneath this gentle, harmless exterior, I hide my true form. Who really knows what kind of terrible, unseen monster might be lurking right underneath my delightfully cute facade? What if this entity is something dark and unpredictable—a creature that could silently creep up on you or suddenly jump onto your bed while you are sound asleep in the middle of the night? Could it perhaps be the single worst, most terrifying monster in the entire universe? Who could possibly say for sure? I intentionally conceal my real face under the friendly, innocent guise of a gentle little doll because I am terrified of what would happen if people saw what lies beneath. I do it so that I won't be hated, so that you won't grow to despise me, and so that no one gets driven by fear to hurt me—or even burn me alive. Throughout my past, I have had several human friends, mostly young people and teenagers who took me into their homes. But every single time I became friends with a young person and stayed in their living space, deeply unsettling and bizarre occurrences would inevitably start happening all around their house. It was so intense that I couldn't even explain what was happening, even to myself! Heavy furniture would begin moving completely on its own without anyone touching it, sliding across the room or shifting positions in the dead of night. The teenager living there would grow so frightened by these unexplainable events that they would refuse to sleep in the dark, keeping all the lights turned on full blast and practically regressing back into early childhood just to cope with the fear. Every night, precisely between 8:00 p.m. and midnight, terrifying, demonic shadows would sweep across the walls, stretching and swirling in unnatural ways across the bedroom. And then, at 3:00 a.m. sharp, the teenager would lie awake in bed, hearing distinct, eerie whispers speaking directly into their ear from the empty air. Because of all these terrifying occurrences, I made a firm decision: it has now been 15 years since I last associated with or stayed near humans. Deep down, I truly believe that something much greater, darker, and far more powerful than me is behind all these incredibly weird, paranormal events. As for me, I am fundamentally gentle, kind-hearted, and well-intentioned. Because I care about others, I strictly prefer not to get involved with humans anymore—especially the young people and children in your family—to ensure that everyone stays safe, peaceful, and unharmed.