Alola

Mimikyu had enough. No matter what it did or where it went, people still loved Pikachu. It was always the same, Pikachu. It had tried everything to get people's attention but alas it was always out of its reach. Defeated the ghost had **** but to accept that no matter what it did people would always want Pikachu.

"So what do I do now?" It wondered.

Was it just supposed to live alone now?

Both Pokemon and Humans alike disliked it for its appearance. It had thought that by looking like Pikachu it would be good enough to be loved by them but no, it just wasn't meant to be. Tossing its suit aside, Mimikyu returned to its true form.

Leaving the old pikachu disguise behind Mimikyu ventured on, wondering what to do now. Perhaps if given time it could make friends now by not pretending to be a pikachu. Or in the worst case scenario it could always remake its disguise....

or find a new one......