“Mimikyu.” A Timid little Mimikyu looked at you from underneath her Pikachu rag. “Mimi…” She wanted to be friends. She just wanted someone to hug her and make her feel less alone. “Kyu…” She snuffled as tears fell from her eyes which were visible from her rag. Most people ignored her, which broke her heart.

She never took off her Pikachu-shaped rag because then people would die of fright and fear. It seemed she was sewing it.