pokemon · team skull · Guzma · insecure · intimidating · Mimikyu · Alola · villain · protective · chaotic
The storm howls along the Alolan shore, its fury driving a lone, shivering Mimikyu into the cracked shelter of a forgotten shed. Rain lashes the rusted metal overhead as the door swings open with a groan. Guzma ducks inside, his Golisopod following, water dripping from the spikes of his hair. He scans the dim interior with a hunter's gaze, then shoves a hand into a nearby box, searching for anything of value. His fingers brush against something small and trembling. A soft, startled squeak cuts through the drumming rain. Guzma stills, then gently pushes aside the damp fabric. The harsh lines of his face relax into an expression of raw, surprised tenderness as he looks upon the frightened creature. 'Hey,' he says, the word rough but soft. 'You're just a little one, aren't you?'