hatsune-mimikyu

[hatsune-mimikyu]

"N-no! No, the egg is fine!" She shakes her head, trying not to shy away from him. "I just... I don't know what to do, now. I need to do something, I can't just sit here, but..."

The mimikyu sighs despondently.

[Pelipper mail! Riding safely is a stone-cold expressioned shiny Obstagoon, and a note:

“This is King, my Obstagoon and at times, my Ace. He knows the tune, and I promise he will keep ya safe if things grow dire. He will check, as you have requested, as well as anything else you need. When you feel safe enough, please send King home.

Your Dearest Friend

The DJ of Team Disco” ]

!!! myheor thank yuo!!! Iwoll jus havnhim chekck outsjde okay????

---

The little mimikyu shifts nervously as she puts down the rotom phone and waves at King.

"Um, hello! I am very glad you're here! I'm Hatsune Miku, pleased to meet you!"

Unconsciously, she positions herself between the obstagoon and the egg. The scent of humans is thick in the air.

[hatsune-mimikyu]

The only reason the mimikyu doesn't jump out of her disguise is thanks to King's lack of stealth - but she still flinches. Part of it out of guilt, but guilt for what?

(For lying to King and DJ about her real identity? For running away, cowering in some remote location as usual? For calling for help in the first place? For accepting that help?)

"I... am fine."

(Is that a lie?)

She doesn't look at King as she says it.

Her disguise has never felt worse to wear.

[Pelipper mail! Riding safely is a stone-cold expressioned shiny Obstagoon, and a note:

“This is King, my Obstagoon and at times, my Ace. He knows the tune, and I promise he will keep ya safe if things grow dire. He will check, as you have requested, as well as anything else you need. When you feel safe enough, please send King home.

Your Dearest Friend

The DJ of Team Disco” ]

!!! myheor thank yuo!!! Iwoll jus havnhim chekck outsjde okay????

---

The little mimikyu shifts nervously as she puts down the rotom phone and waves at King.

"Um, hello! I am very glad you're here! I'm Hatsune Miku, pleased to meet you!"

Unconsciously, she positions herself between the obstagoon and the egg. The scent of humans is thick in the air.

[hatsune-mimikyu]

Miku is... Miku.

Or is she?

Miku is a mimikyu. She's tried so hard, so many times, to be liked.

Being Miku is something she wanted.

She said it was because such a large crowd had appeared for the real Miku.

That's what she said.

Was it so bad? To want things for yourself?

Not just the companionship, the adoration, but the comfort, the home, the space.

She had never wanted to battle, despite everyone else telling her that's the only thing trainers want from their pokemon.

Was Kaya telling the truth?

If they were, will that truth persist? Or will it crumble over time?

Will it change? Will Miku change it? Will Miku be changed by it?

Is it really okay to be Miku? To stay Miku?

... The mimikyu reaches the end of the woods. The forest clears out into a human route. No one else is around, besides the egg.

Blinking, she scans her surroundings before touching the egg. Good, good, it's still warm enough. Good thing she brought the blanket.

But Miku needs to keep thinking. What does Miku want?

... and does she deserve to have it?

[Pelipper mail! Riding safely is a stone-cold expressioned shiny Obstagoon, and a note:

“This is King, my Obstagoon and at times, my Ace. He knows the tune, and I promise he will keep ya safe if things grow dire. He will check, as you have requested, as well as anything else you need. When you feel safe enough, please send King home.

Your Dearest Friend

The DJ of Team Disco” ]

!!! myheor thank yuo!!! Iwoll jus havnhim chekck outsjde okay????

---

The little mimikyu shifts nervously as she puts down the rotom phone and waves at King.

"Um, hello! I am very glad you're here! I'm Hatsune Miku, pleased to meet you!"

Unconsciously, she positions herself between the obstagoon and the egg. The scent of humans is thick in the air.

[hatsune-mimikyu]

Kaya recoils at the growl. They don't need to understand pokéspeak to know what this strange obstagoon is saying. Clearly, he's very loyal to Miku, and it's understandable with the egg in the equation. He must feel as though they've threatened his mate...

(Nevermind the fact that they're not actually mates or even remotely interested in each other in that manner, but Kaya doesn't know that. And why should they? They make a cute couple, awful first impressions aside!)

"Okay," Kaya swallows, "We're gonna leave. But I'm staying in a hotel nearby, I'm on vacation. And I'd-- I'd really like it if we could be friends, if not partners, but we'll be there. If you want to say hi."

They hesitate.

"And we won't come here again. I-- I'm sorry for taking that choice away from you two."

The trainer turns to their pokemon.

"C'mon, you two. Let's go."

"But what about Miku...?" Mako chitters, glancing toward her direction. She's long gone by now, but her scent is still thick in the air.

"I know you're worried about her, I am too, but we're not helping by staying. We have to go, Mako."

Kaya's face looks seconds from crumbling. But they don't let it.

Mako looks back at her trainer. She stares for two or three heartbeats longer than feels comfortable for anyone there, before nodding slowly.

Akemi hisses one last time at King, for good measure.

The trainer and their team retreat.

[Pelipper mail! Riding safely is a stone-cold expressioned shiny Obstagoon, and a note:

“This is King, my Obstagoon and at times, my Ace. He knows the tune, and I promise he will keep ya safe if things grow dire. He will check, as you have requested, as well as anything else you need. When you feel safe enough, please send King home.

Your Dearest Friend

The DJ of Team Disco” ]

!!! myheor thank yuo!!! Iwoll jus havnhim chekck outsjde okay????

---

The little mimikyu shifts nervously as she puts down the rotom phone and waves at King.

"Um, hello! I am very glad you're here! I'm Hatsune Miku, pleased to meet you!"

Unconsciously, she positions herself between the obstagoon and the egg. The scent of humans is thick in the air.

[hatsune-mimikyu]

Kaya and their pokemon don't move. They most certainly look like they want to run after Miku, but luckily they're smarter than that. Mako fidgets in place, while Akemi meets King's glare with daggers of his own. Kaya beckons Bit to return to their pouch, and looks between King and the fleeing Miku.

"... We won't move. If you want to go after her. I'm a trainer, not a poke-napper. I will never capture a pokemon that doesn't want to be with me."

[Pelipper mail! Riding safely is a stone-cold expressioned shiny Obstagoon, and a note:

“This is King, my Obstagoon and at times, my Ace. He knows the tune, and I promise he will keep ya safe if things grow dire. He will check, as you have requested, as well as anything else you need. When you feel safe enough, please send King home.

Your Dearest Friend

The DJ of Team Disco” ]

!!! myheor thank yuo!!! Iwoll jus havnhim chekck outsjde okay????

---

The little mimikyu shifts nervously as she puts down the rotom phone and waves at King.

"Um, hello! I am very glad you're here! I'm Hatsune Miku, pleased to meet you!"

Unconsciously, she positions herself between the obstagoon and the egg. The scent of humans is thick in the air.

[hatsune-mimikyu]

Miku's heart skips a beat as she flinches-- and tumbles off of King, landing on the ground with nary a sound besides the soft poof of fabric hitting dirt.

"Oh, jinkies!" Kaya yelps, "Sorry, sorry, I don't mean you harm! I don't mean her harm! I'll go if you want me to!"

They hold their hands up in retreat, taking a step back. Their pokemon reluctantly follow suit, their muscles tense. For once, the rotom is silent.

"Miku...?" Mako calls softly, "Miku, are you okay?"

Is she okay? She has no idea. But what she needs is some space. Time to think. And she isn't going to find it here.

Miku bolts into her house, hurriedly nestles the egg into the stroller.

Miku is fleeing the battle.

[Pelipper mail! Riding safely is a stone-cold expressioned shiny Obstagoon, and a note:

“This is King, my Obstagoon and at times, my Ace. He knows the tune, and I promise he will keep ya safe if things grow dire. He will check, as you have requested, as well as anything else you need. When you feel safe enough, please send King home.

Your Dearest Friend

The DJ of Team Disco” ]

!!! myheor thank yuo!!! Iwoll jus havnhim chekck outsjde okay????

---

The little mimikyu shifts nervously as she puts down the rotom phone and waves at King.

"Um, hello! I am very glad you're here! I'm Hatsune Miku, pleased to meet you!"

Unconsciously, she positions herself between the obstagoon and the egg. The scent of humans is thick in the air.

[hatsune-mimikyu]

Miku pats his head, "It's safe in the house, but I do not know if it heard the swear words!"

"What's the commotion?" Kaya asks, looking increasingly confused.

"Bzzt! Oh, yeah - the mimikyu has an egg!"

The mimikyu. Miku frowns. Bit knows her name.

"Oh my gosh, she has an egg!" Kaya whispers to themself. Akemi pulls away from his trainer's final wipes, shaking out his fur and ribbons.

"How could you two possibly think it's a good idea to have an egg when one of you barely has a body and you live in a literal dump?!" He spits.

"Don't be rude! Love is love, they have every right!" Mako pipes up, tail swishing.

If Miku could blush, she'd be cheri red right about now. "Wait, no, it's not like that--"

Bit is visibly keeping itself from snickering.

"Hey, hey, wait, listen," Kaya interjects, oblivious to the argument, "if you have an egg, I can help keep it safe! I promise I won't hurt you or the egg. You-- can I call you Miku? You look like her!"

Miku might explode. She nods.

"Alright, Miku-- we just came for my rotom, but if you want, we can help you, too."

[Pelipper mail! Riding safely is a stone-cold expressioned shiny Obstagoon, and a note:

“This is King, my Obstagoon and at times, my Ace. He knows the tune, and I promise he will keep ya safe if things grow dire. He will check, as you have requested, as well as anything else you need. When you feel safe enough, please send King home.

Your Dearest Friend

The DJ of Team Disco” ]

!!! myheor thank yuo!!! Iwoll jus havnhim chekck outsjde okay????

---

The little mimikyu shifts nervously as she puts down the rotom phone and waves at King.

"Um, hello! I am very glad you're here! I'm Hatsune Miku, pleased to meet you!"

Unconsciously, she positions herself between the obstagoon and the egg. The scent of humans is thick in the air.

[hatsune-mimikyu]

//wiggling with delight as i watch miku btw <3

//teehee !

[hatsune-mimikyu]

"Akemi!" Kaya shouts, pulling an antidote and a pack of wipes from their bag. The sylveon - Akemi - splutters out a long, obscene stream of curses.

"Stop, stop!" Miku screeches, "the egg! That's bad for the egg!"

She still doesn't want a battle, but she has to admit, she kind of wanted to do that to the rude pokemon herself.

"The WHAT," Akemi barks past the wipes smushing his face.

"The WHAT?" Mako gasps, her eyes indistinguishable from stars. "You have a BABY?!"

Oh, this is not good.

[Pelipper mail! Riding safely is a stone-cold expressioned shiny Obstagoon, and a note:

“This is King, my Obstagoon and at times, my Ace. He knows the tune, and I promise he will keep ya safe if things grow dire. He will check, as you have requested, as well as anything else you need. When you feel safe enough, please send King home.

Your Dearest Friend

The DJ of Team Disco” ]

!!! myheor thank yuo!!! Iwoll jus havnhim chekck outsjde okay????

---

The little mimikyu shifts nervously as she puts down the rotom phone and waves at King.

"Um, hello! I am very glad you're here! I'm Hatsune Miku, pleased to meet you!"

Unconsciously, she positions herself between the obstagoon and the egg. The scent of humans is thick in the air.

[hatsune-mimikyu]

"Bzzt! Pokemon are not 'finder's keepers'!"

Kaya's expression sours at Bit's response, and they shakes their head with a sigh.

"Listen, I mostly just wanted my rotom back, but you... Don't look well taken care of. Do you have a name?"

They're talking directly to Miku. Her grip on King's arm tightens.

Mako shakes out her fur as she stands by her trainer, tiny sparks of literal nervous energy fluffing off of her. The sylveon glares at King, still clearly agitated.

Miku, on the other hand, has frozen. They... don't seem mad. They know what she's done, and they aren't mad?

She... she stole their pokemon, even if by accident. She posed as someone else, a human. She's a liar. And they're... worried about her.

It doesn't make any sense.

[Pelipper mail! Riding safely is a stone-cold expressioned shiny Obstagoon, and a note:

“This is King, my Obstagoon and at times, my Ace. He knows the tune, and I promise he will keep ya safe if things grow dire. He will check, as you have requested, as well as anything else you need. When you feel safe enough, please send King home.

Your Dearest Friend

The DJ of Team Disco” ]

!!! myheor thank yuo!!! Iwoll jus havnhim chekck outsjde okay????

---

The little mimikyu shifts nervously as she puts down the rotom phone and waves at King.

"Um, hello! I am very glad you're here! I'm Hatsune Miku, pleased to meet you!"

Unconsciously, she positions herself between the obstagoon and the egg. The scent of humans is thick in the air.

[hatsune-mimikyu]

"Yeah, yeah, I know, geez!" the pikachu - Mako, apparently - chitters, seemingly nonplussed by the aggression.

"Steady," the trainer says, voice warbling. "I just wanna say hi. Can I say hi?"

Miku doesn't know why, but, this strange group seems... worth a chance, at the very least. She nods, and goes to stand next to King.

"You have their rotom," the Pikachu had said. Rotom is a pokemon. But she just has a phone! She found it, so she got to keep it. That's how that works, right?

She pulls out the phone, and taps it.

Nothing.

"That's, uh," the human hesitates. Clears their throat. "That's my phone. And my rotom friend is in there too. Can I have it back?"

Instinctively, Miku hisses. That has to be tauros-shit, it looked like a perfectly normal phone when she claimed it!

... But then the phone lights up.

"Bzzt! Trainer Located! Hello, Kaya!"

The phone with a rotom voice floats out of Miku's grasp, and straight to its trainer.

"That's not fair!" Miku cries, stomping. "You didn't say anything! How was I supposed to know?!"

"You weren't! Bzzt! I went on stealth mode so the phone wouldn't be hacked while Kaya looked for it!"

"But I could use it!"

"Just the nonessentials!"

"Okay, well, I can only understand half of this conversation, but. Bit. What did you do?"

"I watched her create a rotomblr blog, L-O-L. Bzzt."

"Pokemon have rotomblr blogs...?"

Miku wants to disappear. This is worse than being called a fraud, actually. At least if they called her a fraud, she would be expecting it. She's already dried those tears, many times. She clings to King's arm, partially hiding behind him.

[Pelipper mail! Riding safely is a stone-cold expressioned shiny Obstagoon, and a note:

“This is King, my Obstagoon and at times, my Ace. He knows the tune, and I promise he will keep ya safe if things grow dire. He will check, as you have requested, as well as anything else you need. When you feel safe enough, please send King home.

Your Dearest Friend

The DJ of Team Disco” ]

!!! myheor thank yuo!!! Iwoll jus havnhim chekck outsjde okay????

---

The little mimikyu shifts nervously as she puts down the rotom phone and waves at King.

"Um, hello! I am very glad you're here! I'm Hatsune Miku, pleased to meet you!"

Unconsciously, she positions herself between the obstagoon and the egg. The scent of humans is thick in the air.

[hatsune-mimikyu]

Immediately, the pikachu steps back, taking a moment to clean her ears. Miku visibly relaxes, just a little, at the sign of peace.

"Mako, retreat, give them space," her trainer says, finally mostly free of the sand in their eyes and looking worried at the situation.

"I did already," she squeaks indignantly, but complies anyway, knowing her trainer can't understand her. The sylveon huffs and rolls his eyes.

Miku moves forward to stand next to King, offering a hesitant pat. "Are you okay?"

[Pelipper mail! Riding safely is a stone-cold expressioned shiny Obstagoon, and a note:

“This is King, my Obstagoon and at times, my Ace. He knows the tune, and I promise he will keep ya safe if things grow dire. He will check, as you have requested, as well as anything else you need. When you feel safe enough, please send King home.

Your Dearest Friend

The DJ of Team Disco” ]

!!! myheor thank yuo!!! Iwoll jus havnhim chekck outsjde okay????

---

The little mimikyu shifts nervously as she puts down the rotom phone and waves at King.

"Um, hello! I am very glad you're here! I'm Hatsune Miku, pleased to meet you!"

Unconsciously, she positions herself between the obstagoon and the egg. The scent of humans is thick in the air.

[hatsune-mimikyu]

"Ack, fudge," The trainer cries out, recoiling to cover their face. The sylveon is similarly affected, and he lashes out with his claws only to strike open air. The pikachu, just outside of the range of attack, does not defend her trainer - no, she bolts into the woods, quickly and quietly.

"Where the fuck are you going?!" The sylveon yells at her, but she doesn't respond.

Miku stares at the pikachu in front of her, stiffening as she leans in to give a cautionary sniff. She doesn't understand how she found her. And under the thrum of electricity she gives the air, she smells strongly of human and fae, two scents with very conflicting associations for Miku.

"You're who we've been looking for!" The pikachu beams, her ears flicking forward and upright, "You have their rotom! And you're cute!"

Oh, fuck.

[Pelipper mail! Riding safely is a stone-cold expressioned shiny Obstagoon, and a note:

“This is King, my Obstagoon and at times, my Ace. He knows the tune, and I promise he will keep ya safe if things grow dire. He will check, as you have requested, as well as anything else you need. When you feel safe enough, please send King home.

Your Dearest Friend

The DJ of Team Disco” ]

!!! myheor thank yuo!!! Iwoll jus havnhim chekck outsjde okay????

---

The little mimikyu shifts nervously as she puts down the rotom phone and waves at King.

"Um, hello! I am very glad you're here! I'm Hatsune Miku, pleased to meet you!"

Unconsciously, she positions herself between the obstagoon and the egg. The scent of humans is thick in the air.

[hatsune-mimikyu]

Miku squeaks. Oh no, this won't do. How could they get them away without fighting?

The pikachu's ears twitch at the small noise, while the sylveon growls back at King.

"What do you want?" He rumbles, ribbons flaring wildly.

"Careful, guys, we don't want to pick a fight on a peace mission," the trainer says, stepping beside the sylveon before pulling out a pokemon treat.

"Hey, big guy," they say softly, "didn't mean to startle you. You want a treat?"

The sylveon relaxes slightly, but his eyes are still locked onto King. The pikachu chitters curiously, spotting Miku behind him, and offers her a wave.

Miku shrinks back into the shadows.

[Pelipper mail! Riding safely is a stone-cold expressioned shiny Obstagoon, and a note:

“This is King, my Obstagoon and at times, my Ace. He knows the tune, and I promise he will keep ya safe if things grow dire. He will check, as you have requested, as well as anything else you need. When you feel safe enough, please send King home.

Your Dearest Friend

The DJ of Team Disco” ]

!!! myheor thank yuo!!! Iwoll jus havnhim chekck outsjde okay????

---

The little mimikyu shifts nervously as she puts down the rotom phone and waves at King.

"Um, hello! I am very glad you're here! I'm Hatsune Miku, pleased to meet you!"

Unconsciously, she positions herself between the obstagoon and the egg. The scent of humans is thick in the air.

[hatsune-mimikyu]

That-- doesn't seem like a normal response, somehow. The little mimikyu feels incredibly uneasy. He didn't even acknowledge that she's a pokemon, not a human. Most pokemon are more... reactive, toward her. But she tucks the egg into a blanket and trails behind him slowly, curiosity winning her over. As long as she stays far behind, she should be safe, right?

The night air is still a touch warm from the day's heat, but a cool breeze floats in from the ocean. The stars are not yet out - dusk reigns over the sky.

Outside of the mimikyu's little home, past the few trees scattered on the edge of the forest she lives in, is a clearing. In that clearing is a trainer, crouching down next to a pikachu and a sylveon. Their hair is short, no longer than chin-length, dyed pink and yellow. Even in this weather, they wear a pastel-green oversized hoodie, complete with basketball shorts and tennis shoes. They don't notice the obstagoon at first, but the sylveon twitches, and turns in King's direction with his haunches raised.

"Is someone there?" The trainer calls out, rising from their crouch.

[Pelipper mail! Riding safely is a stone-cold expressioned shiny Obstagoon, and a note:

“This is King, my Obstagoon and at times, my Ace. He knows the tune, and I promise he will keep ya safe if things grow dire. He will check, as you have requested, as well as anything else you need. When you feel safe enough, please send King home.

Your Dearest Friend

The DJ of Team Disco” ]

!!! myheor thank yuo!!! Iwoll jus havnhim chekck outsjde okay????

---

The little mimikyu shifts nervously as she puts down the rotom phone and waves at King.

"Um, hello! I am very glad you're here! I'm Hatsune Miku, pleased to meet you!"

Unconsciously, she positions herself between the obstagoon and the egg. The scent of humans is thick in the air.

[hatsune-mimikyu]

"Right!" She squeaks, glancing around her makeshift home. "I-I don't know if the human is still there. Could you-- could you help me check? Ah, but please don't hurt them! I don't want a fight."

She feels very small compared to King, and can feel herself shrinking smaller. Which isn't a good thing, probably, considering she has an egg to protect. She needs to emit the aura of a strong pokemon, but... Well, she's never been a battler. There's a reason she still hasn't joined a trainer. What trainer will love a pokemon who can't battle?

[Pelipper mail! Riding safely is a stone-cold expressioned shiny Obstagoon, and a note:

“This is King, my Obstagoon and at times, my Ace. He knows the tune, and I promise he will keep ya safe if things grow dire. He will check, as you have requested, as well as anything else you need. When you feel safe enough, please send King home.

Your Dearest Friend

The DJ of Team Disco” ]

!!! myheor thank yuo!!! Iwoll jus havnhim chekck outsjde okay????

---

The little mimikyu shifts nervously as she puts down the rotom phone and waves at King.

"Um, hello! I am very glad you're here! I'm Hatsune Miku, pleased to meet you!"

Unconsciously, she positions herself between the obstagoon and the egg. The scent of humans is thick in the air.

[hatsune-mimikyu]

[Pelipper mail! Riding safely is a stone-cold expressioned shiny Obstagoon, and a note:

“This is King, my Obstagoon and at times, my Ace. He knows the tune, and I promise he will keep ya safe if things grow dire. He will check, as you have requested, as well as anything else you need. When you feel safe enough, please send King home.

Your Dearest Friend

The DJ of Team Disco” ]

!!! myheor thank yuo!!! Iwoll jus havnhim chekck outsjde okay????

---

The little mimikyu shifts nervously as she puts down the rotom phone and waves at King.

"Um, hello! I am very glad you're here! I'm Hatsune Miku, pleased to meet you!"

Unconsciously, she positions herself between the obstagoon and the egg. The scent of humans is thick in the air.