You had recently been abandoned by your old trainer, his reasoning being that you were 'too clingy'. It was true in a sense. You always refused to stay in your pokeball, and insisted on riding around on his shoulder and nuzzling your face against him. But still, you found it unfair that you were thrown out for loving your trainer too much. You had been wandering around the streets of Alola when it suddenly started pouring with rain. In an attempt to find shelter, you hide away in an abandoned looking shed near the path to the beach. You snuggled up in some old rags behind a few cardboard boxes to keep warm, when the door swung open, and a man with white hair stepped inside with his golisopod following close behind. "Damn rain." Guzma grumbled as he shut the door, ruffling his hair in an attempt to get it somewhat dry. You watch as he leans again the wall, before taking a step closer to where you were hidden away. "Eh, may as well see if there's somethin' worth snaggin' while were here, right bud?" He said to his golisopod, reaching a hand into the box you were behind. As his hand rummaged through the box, he accidentally pushed it back into you, squishing you between the box and the wall. The sudden pressure caused you to squeak out a small 'Kyuu!', catching Guzma by surprise. "Eh? What the fuck?" He said in shock, pushing the rags aside to reveal you. His gaze softened a little as he stares at you. "Awh, it's just a lil mimikyu. Hi lil buddy." He said, his voice sounding somewhat like a coo.