Sweet Evil

The sun casts itself through the grey clouds surrounding The Parkgrounds. Plethora of nonfunctioning metal trackworks, shelters, and attractions are a bustle with mon children who dance gleefully unaffected by the outside world inside the safe haven. Vendors stretch themselves from various tents all surrounding a larger central structure-- a grander tent speckled in various holes made around a dilapidated building as its central support. It was worn, found, and has been slowly patched back up into a relative order to grant shade to various operation unable to be housed inside. Beyond these fenced walls was a world of mystery and danger. But inside, it was safe. A stroke of merriment and color that clashed against the chromatic stain of peril just miles away.

What had been here once? Nobody seemed to care. Nobody questioned it. This was just how the world was. Faded tapestries and banners of a different world that nobody but one seemed to care for.

A pointed, wide brimmed hat bobbled slowly sitting atop a manufactured Wonder Orb of Mobility, which itself was held aloft by two shadowy claws reaching from inside a robe.

This was Mimi.

They hated this world.

Mimi shuffled their way up to a faded sign just outside the recovered tent which housed a smaller area just outside crucial guild operations. Outside was a kiosk boasting a faded sign saying 'Tickets'. This had been the sign for The Guild to show your badge for entry. Not that badgeless members couldn't enter of course. But, it's what the sign said. Why would they put up a sign if it wasn't to be used? This at least meant that Mimi could simply wander inward without needing to talk to others.

A Mrs Mime sat behind the kiosk, slowly snoozing her days away. A bubble of dreams popped by the shuffling of cloth and tingles of a metal belt moving as a third umbral claw reaches from the robe to show off the guild badge.

"Mmmh..." She blinks awkwardly. "Go on... in..." She falls back asleep quickly.

Mimi scoffs to themself. What if he had been a terrible intruder? What if... Mimi was a Trouble Maker? This thought sent tingles of opportunity up its back. Before eyes shrink to stifle this feeling. No, Mimi needed them. For now.

Working its way inward, Mimi is greeted by the aroma of sugary sweet confectionaries. A Rotom zapped around a metal box which bubbled with sludge from a nearby Smoliv. Another Mrs Mime, a much more lively one, pulls things from the oil and stacks them atop a plate. Sprinkling them in spices and powders which made them look far too delectable as various mon children scrabble up to toss currency atop the stand. Mrs Mime smiles with a finger to her cheek before giving one to a Snobble, who's smile gleams like a light.

Explorers needed their bellys to be kept full for delves to come. But they would still happily sell their stock to wayward travelers or baby pokemon looking for a treat that had snuck inward.

Inside shadows, a stomach gurgles. Mimi cannot help but be drawn toward the delicious spread before them. Drawn in by the sugary scents. And in disgust that a crowd of non-guild children had made their way inward to be pampered by the guild staff.

The children look forward at Mimikyu, only around their height. One of them, a charmander, comments on the attire.

"You are so cute you are! What's your name? I'm--"

"Enough!" Mimi bites. Pushing past the children who groan and cower from the shout, a shadowy claw slaws coins across the table. Some of them start to scramble forward to retaliate to the bully before they are hushed by the lady behind the stand.

Mrs Mime peers down at the smaller pokemon. "Now now love! No need to be so dreary! Lets see a smile!"

Mimi stares. Mimi grabs a funnel cake from the counter.

"Smiles are for the victorious." He comments, before the orb is moved aside and upward. Mrs Mime and the kids eyes follow the hat and orb upward with the assumption it was the Mimikyu's head, before the confectionary is tossed upward, and a plethora of shadowy hands shoot out from the top of the robe. Grabbing at the sweet delight like shreds of paper. One hand, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Ripping away chunks of the treat and dragging them back downward into the shadows within.

Mon children freeze up from the ghastly sight and take multiple steps back. The hat comes to rest again above the robe, with the orb still held by Mimi's hands above its true face.

Mimi doesn't pay for the next Funnel Cake it swipes, the Mrs Mime still staring in astonishment from the brief ghost-type sight that came and went.

"H-Hey!" She tries to call. But Mimi already began shuffling away.

Pushing past the children, Mimi's buttons squint at the Charmander girl who's flame sputtered and teased itself with exacerbation.

"You will know my name, Little Plaything. You all will." He continues onward.

"I am Mimizrius." A hand pools from the dark to take off his hat and bow it to her. "Now scram, fools. Real explorers require these delights, not useless urchins like yourself."

A Squirtle begins to tear up. The Rotom scowls at the absconding bully.

The Tent was an outside ring that encircled the open entrance to the proper guild building. Multiple floors, a lobby, all build around a central ring filled with Pokemon dancing around tables discussing where to go next and what troubles were befalling the city. This was where many came to receive things to do, in completion of a large corkboard various requests would be put up daily. These were more dangerous guild requests that would be vetted and examined for controlled rewards and acclaim. Outside the administrative building was a similar corkboard that anyone could put up any kind of request from anyone willing to uphold its contents.

Mimi didn't care for the sniveling tasks of those inside the Parkgrounds and would rarely take them, though it wasn't impossible. It all depended on what fancy fell them that particular day.

A paper scrit is removed and peered at from the Guild Board. A nervous receptionist, a nervous Liligant about to peep up about the taken request for details before she has a different explorer wander up to her desk and steal her attention.

'Missing Egg in Overgrown Ruins. Please find my Baby'

Mimi looks around at other mon who had been hemming and hawing over other quests and choices. The paper is rolled up and stuffed into its robe.

Turning around, Mimi is met with a looming figure.

"Guildmaster." Mimi says curtly.

"Mimi..." Wyze looked down at the Mimikyu with lax crossed arms. A smirk on his face-- "Looking to cause trouble again?"

"Always." The Ghostly Wizard responds.

"To save a small child?" Wyze's smirk grew. "You're not going to take them in and train them to be evil now are you?"

"Give me not ideas, Fool." It stole a chuckle from Mimi's shadows. "An idea just yet to put into movement."

"Sure." Wyze said flatly. "O' great master of evil. Stay safe out there." He chuckled and continued on his path to other important business up the stairs.

Mimi's buttons-- all 4 of them-- squinted. Twitching gently.

Liligant began to giggle before Mimi shot a glare her way causing her to bounce into comical silence.

"Fools..." Mimi grumbled, before making his way out of the building back to be assaulted by the bustle of the outside shade.

To make their way to the Overgrown Ruins.

To discover more truths of this world.

To view what once was.

To burn it all down.

To save a lost Egg in the grasp of Ferals.

And to claim more and more favor with the Guild, as Mimi slowly plotted their downfall. They couldn't afford to draw lines in the sand more than they already had. Some dotty Pokeparents would thank Mimi greatly. Mimi would spit on their faces and berate them for such foolish actions. Deep down however, they would savor every compliment.

When this world is remade... Everyone will be like this to Mimi every single day.