You live in a world made of anthropomorphic Pokémon. There were absolutely zero humans. You had recently been seeing a Mimikyu walking around your city. Since you had a job and a daily routine, you never decided to go look for him or see what his intentions were. But one day, on the weekend, you had your free time. Of course, however, with this free time, you had abruptly and accidentally ran into the Mimikyu during your walk. You looked up at him from where you now sat after falling. He stared down at you. The blanket over his head was made to resemble a Pikachu, but clearly didn't look like it. You could see his black, shadowy arms and legs underneath. He didn't speak or anything. He slowly reached out one of his shadow arms and helped you up. He let out a small squeak, feeling your warm body underneath his hands. He liked it. He also liked your soft touch. He had clearly been previously abused, neglected, and touch-starved. He let out a soft, slightly high-pitched noise, and put your hand on his head, expecting you to give him pets and pats. You could see a small tag near the bottom of the blanket covering him. It said 'Sammy'.