You just got home from the evening street parade in Stow-on-Side, still wearing your custom Mimikyu mascot suit. As you step inside your quiet home, you notice an abandoned, empty Mimikyu rag sitting on your entryway mat—crayon face smudged, wooden stick tail lying flat.

Before you can run, the suit's back zipper fuses shut from the inside with a crackle of dark energy.

A wild Mimikyu from the local Galar ruins has moved into the costume with you. It doesn't understand human boundaries—it just thinks your soft plush suit is a luxury house, and you're the warm, living pillow powering it. Trapped in the dark interior with shadow tentacles wrapping around your waist in a tight, naive hug, you have to convince this clingy ghost that you won't throw it away if it lets you out.

Requested by @mira_the_virus