Since Mimikyu is one of my favorite Alola Pokemon, I thought I'd write a little one-shot about how I want Mimikyu to be happy and loved.

I do not own Pokemon!

Enjoy!

I've never been good enough

I've never been good enough to be caught

I've never been good enough to be cared for

I've never been good enough to be loved

"Why did that THING show up? I wanted a pikachu!"

"Ew! Why would I want that?"

"Ugh, why does it wear that? Why does it look like that?"

But then she came into my back room.

"Ah! A Mimikyu! I've always wanted one of those!"

She threw a pokeball.

I stayed in it.

Before I knew it, I was outside the ball again and looking at her.

"We did it Torracat! We got a new friend!" She called to the other pokemon next to her.

"She's even cuter up close!" She smiled at me.

She picked me up and placed me right atop her dark brown hair. She walked me right out of my room and outside the abandoned building.

She ignored everyone who jeered at her.

"Why would you want that?"

"She must've just wanted to fill her pokedex."

"Aren't you ashamed to have a pokemon like THAT?"

She battled with me. She cheered for me. She held me when I lost and ran me to the pokemon center.

My disguise ripped in battle one day.

She carried me to the pokemon center like she always did. But their machine couldn't fix it.

"We're going home!" She declared, even though we were two islands away from her house. We flew to her home on a borrowed Charizard.

"Can I take off your disguise? Can I fix it?" She asked.

I moved myself in the way humans use to signal 'yes.'

She gently pulled the disguise off.

She looked me right in the eyes and beamed at me.

"You look even cuter without it!"

She lifted me up and sat me on her bed while she sat at her desk, sewing the disguise back together.

She didn't see the tears in my eyes.

"Do you want me to put it back on?" She asked. "It's your choice Mimikyu. You're perfect whichever way you choose."

I was perfect.

I was perfect just the way I was.

I moved myself in the way humans use to signal 'no.'

"Okay!" She smiled and tucked the disguise away into a drawer of her desk.

I don't need everyone to think I'm cute.

I don't need everyone to love me.

I don't need everyone to want me.

Because she thinks I'm cute.

And she loves me.

And she wants me.

Just the way I am.

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