Chapter 282: The Birth of a Mr. Mime
2024-05-15 Author: Samsung Charmander (Author Name)
"Thank you for your hospitality, Auntie Delia. We'll be heading back now. Leave Ash's situation to us, we'll definitely be able to rescue him."
After eating and drinking their fill, Brock and his two companions, along with Troupe Leader Ah Jin, bid Delia farewell. They planned to return to the Circus Troupe's main camp to strategize.
"Hehe, there's no need to rush things with Ash."
Delia chuckled happily. After watching them leave, she slowly returned to her house, her expression filled with joy.
"It looks like Ash has made some good friends. That puts my mind at ease."
She used to worry that with Ash's reckless personality, he would run into trouble after leaving home. But now, seeing the reliable Brock and Misty, her eyes filled with relief.
"The people of Pallet Town are simple and kind~~"
Humming a little country tune, Delia began to clean up the pots and pans.
A moment later, a knock on the door interrupted her. Delia wondered if Brock and his companions had forgotten something and come back, so she opened the door.
In her line of sight was a pink and white Humanoid Pokémon with a cute face. It was a Mr. Mime.
"Oh my~ isn't this Ash? I knew you'd be alright."
Delia was overjoyed at the sight and immediately gave the Mr. Mime a big hug, cheerfully welcoming it inside.
*We haven't seen each other for a few months, how come it feels like all the hard muscle on his arms is gone?*
"Bari."
The Mr. Mime was a bit bewildered, but the woman before it showed no malice in her expression or actions. On the contrary, she was extremely affable, which made it not want to resist or run away.
That's right, the Mr. Mime before her was a real Mr. Mime—the very same one Ash and his group had first encountered.
"What's wrong~? Are you feeling shy after not being home for a few months?"
Delia smiled as she pulled it into the living room. There happened to be leftovers from the meal, so she immediately served it a huge, extra-large bowl of curry rice—the bowl was the size of three human heads.
Eating was the best way to close the distance between mother and son.
"Bari~!"
The Mr. Mime's eyes lit up, drool appearing at the corner of its mouth.
As a wild Pokémon, it lived a life of not knowing where its next meal would come from. The curry rice was fragrant; how could it possibly resist the temptation? It immediately grabbed a spoon and began to wolf it down. With every bite, its Friendship Level with Delia increased by +1.
+1, +1, +1
By the time it had finished the huge bowl of curry rice, its Friendship Level with Delia had reached the maximum of 255.
"Although it's a bit strange, that gluttonous look is definitely Ash~"
Delia watched with a smile as the Mr. Mime devoured the food. Being the carefree person she was, she didn't think too much about it and even made a call to Brock and his companions to tell them he was safe.
Ash is back. Don't worry.
"Bari~"
After finishing its meal, the Mr. Mime leaned back and let out a satisfied burp. Seeing that Delia had already taken the dishes to the sink to wash them, it quickly went over, gesturing that it would do the washing.
"Oh my~ why is today's Ash so well-mannered~?"
Delia beamed, her smile as bright as a flower. She figured it must be due to Brock and Misty's good example; she never thought that the once-lazy Ash would take the initiative to help with chores.
A wave of melancholy, like watching a young bird grow up and leave the nest, unconsciously washed over Delia's heart.
*He's grown up.*
In another eight years, he would be of legal age to marry. Looking at it that way, there wasn't much time left. It was time to find a match for Ash.
The Blue Girl from next door was quite nice, cute and all, a bit like herself…
Misty, who came today, wasn't bad either…
Brock was also very reliable…
"Mom, I'm back~!"
A series of fierce and frantic knocks on the door interrupted Delia's thoughts. The way of knocking sounded very familiar, and the voice was even more familiar. It sounded like…
*Is that my silly son…?*
Delia looked utterly bewildered at the Mr. Mime still washing dishes, then went to open the door. In her line of sight was another Mr. Mime.
Only, this Mr. Mime was only wearing the lower half of the doll costume; its headpiece had been taken off, and the head on its shoulders was none other than her silly son's.
"Oh my~ Ash? Welcome home~!" The oblivious Delia immediately gave Ash another big hug.
Just then, the Mr. Mime that had finished washing the dishes in the kitchen sensed the commotion and poked its head out. Ash recognized it instantly.
"Ah, it's you! That wild Mr. Mime that ran away!! To think you'd run all the way to my house!"
"Bari~"
The Mr. Mime shuddered and quickly hid behind Delia, who finally understood the whole story.
This really was a Mr. Mime.
Delia tapped her chin and muttered:
"I was wondering why Ash had suddenly become so sensible. Turns out I was just being sentimental. Never mind, then."
"Mom!"
Ash was straightforward and was about to Capture this Mr. Mime to hand it over to Ah Jin, whipping out a Poké Ball.
"Wait, Ash. Troupe Leader Ah Jin has already decided not to Capture a new Mr. Mime. She plans to retrain the one she has," Delia quickly stopped Ash's actions, continuing:
"Besides, after today's performance, you're already a great benefactor to their Circus Troupe. There's no need to keep catching Pokémon for them~"
Ash had a straightforward and righteous personality and liked to fight for justice, a trait Delia liked.
But meddling too much was not only meaningless, it would also encourage the other party to develop a mentality of getting something for nothing, which was something Delia disliked.
Don't be fooled by her carefree and nonchalant appearance; she didn't want her son to be someone's mindless lackey.
"Alright."
Seeing this, Ash could only lower his hand, indicating that his mother seemed to understand today.
"Heehee, then lend me your Poké Ball~"
Delia then took the Poké Ball from Ash's hand and looked at the Mr. Mime hiding behind her.
"Mimey~ would you like to live with me~"
Delia had already given it a cute nickname.
Ash's father was away from home year-round, and it was highly likely Ash would be the same in the future. Although their interaction had been brief, this Mr. Mime gave Delia the feeling of family. It was sensible and polite, which made Delia very fond of it.
"Bari~!"
The Mr. Mime's eyes instantly lit up. Without the slightest hesitation, it slapped the Poké Ball's button with its hand, turning into a red light before a shocked Ash. The ball didn't even shake once; the Catch was successful.
This was the effect of a maxed-out Friendship Level.
"Huh? Is this how you Catch Pokémon now?"
Ash scratched his head, feeling as if he had wasted the past few months.
"Come on out, Mimey~"
Delia immediately released it again. The two of them hugged happily, then both turned to look at Ash.
"Ash, you have a little brother now. Hurry up and call him 'little brother'~"
"Bari~"
Ash: "."
That night.
Elsewhere, many of the Circus Troupe's tents had already been taken down. They were planning to head to the Hoenn Region for a performance two months later.
Ah Jin fed the obese Mr. Mime a chicken leg, a flash of hesitation and sorrow in her eyes, which finally hardened into resolution. She muttered:
"I'm the one who ruined you. Tonight is the last night. I'll let you have one last good meal, but starting tomorrow, I'm going to train you seriously."
Spoiling it—Ah Jin was now utterly terrified of doing that.
From now on, she would show no mercy. She was determined to get it back on stage!
"Bari~"
A drop of profuse sweat rolled down the obese Mr. Mime's face. Its expression was a little grim, but it still ate the chicken leg, its mind filled with unknown thoughts.
Late at night.
The lights in the tent went out. The Mr. Mime slowly got up. It looked at Ah Jin sleeping beside it, hesitated for a moment, and finally tiptoed out of the tent.
It walked to a deserted corner and gazed at the starry sky above. It reached a hand into its pocket and slowly pulled out two items.
A lighter and a cigarette.
"Haaa…"
The obese Mr. Mime lit the cigarette and took a drag, exhaling a puff of turbid smoke with a practiced motion.
"Sigh, I should just run away."
It actually spoke in a human language.
That's right, he was a human.
Half a month ago, coveting the Troupe Leader Ah Jin's beauty, he had devised a plan. After killing the Superstar Mr. Mime, he had put on the doll suit himself, disguising himself to blend into the Circus Troupe.
Since then, not only did he have all the food and clothing he needed, but at night he could even sleep with the great beauty Ah Jin in his arms. It was truly heaven on earth.
But from now on, Ah Jin probably wouldn't indulge him like this anymore. He had to run, now!
He then reached up to grab his headpiece, attempting to take off and discard this doll head.
"Hmm?"
*Why won't it come off?*
Profuse sweat began to pour down his face. He immediately used all his strength to pull at the headpiece. A terrifying thought appeared in his mind, and he began to frantically tear at the doll costume on his body.
"Hiss… it hurts so much!" he let out a miserable scream.
Why?!
Why was it that when he was clearly just tearing at the doll costume, it felt like he was tearing his own skin?
His neck felt as if it had fused with the costume, impossible to separate.
Why did the headpiece on his head now feel like his own real head?
Extreme terror welled up from the depths of his heart. Panicked, he rolled around madly on the ground, roaring hoarsely, continuously tearing at the doll costume on his body.
No cloth ripped, but fresh blood continuously flowed out from the costume.
"What's wrong, Mr. Mime?"
Just then, a female voice came from behind. It was the Circus Troupe Leader, Ah Jin, looking like an angel.
He was overjoyed at the sight. He quickly opened his mouth, trying to speak in human language to ask Ah Jin for help.
"Bari bari… bari?!"
Unexpectedly, though he formed the sounds of human language, what came out was the cry of a Pokémon.
Having not spoken human language for more than half a month, coupled with the extreme fear in his heart, he was now completely unable to speak human words. He could only clutch his throat, his face a mask of utter terror.
"Oh~ were you scared by what I said earlier."
Ah Jin's expression suddenly changed. She was now holding a long whip in her hand. With a cold sneer, she cracked the whip through the air, striking the Mr. Mime's body squarely and leaving a brutal red mark.
"I told you, from now on, I will show no mercy!"
Then, with another flick of her wrist, the long whip coiled around the Mr. Mime's neck like a phantom snake, making it hard to breathe. Ah Jin turned her back and dragged it directly back to the training tent, its body scraping along the ground, a bloody, mangled mess.
Ah Jin suddenly whipped her head around again. Her beautiful face drew close to the Mr. Mime's, her eyes wide and filled with a fanatical light.
"Mr. Mime, believe me!! I will definitely get you back on stage!!"
Then, another lash of the whip struck the Mr. Mime's body.
"Don't even think about escaping from me!!!!"
"Bari."
Fear had completely robbed the Mr. Mime of its ability to speak human words. Its obese body trembled before Ah Jin.
Today, a new Mr. Mime was born into the world.
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