[Fate Entry (Purple): Shadow-Stitching Craftsmanship – This is a special mutated individual born in extreme loneliness and endless darkness! Long-term isolation and a solitary life have allowed it to develop its subtle manipulation of Ghost-type energy to the level of an art. It possesses extremely dexterous 'Shadow-Stitching Hands'. In battle, the attack range and flexibility of its Ghost-type moves (such as Shadow Sneak) are increased by 50%! Even more terrifying, due to its extreme lack of affection, once it truly acknowledges a master, its obsessively protective instincts will fully awaken. When its master faces a desperate situation, the Fairy-type energy within its body will go berserk, ignoring level suppression and forcibly erupting with devastating, tier-jumping counter-kill capabilities!]
Reading this magnificent, almost rule-breaking purple fate entry, Miles gasped.
'How the hell is this a pitiful stray Pokémon?'
'This is clearly a top-tier, obsessively protective assassin draped in ragged cloth!'
Its base stat total of 476 was already approaching the upper limit of B-rank Pokémon.
Even the world-renowned, fully evolved starter Pokémon only had base stats of around 525.
Without any evolutionary chain, this Mimikyu innately possessed the hardcore stats to rival mid-to-high-level Pokémon.
Coupled with its cheat-like Ability, Disguise, it essentially came with a get-out-of-jail-free card that granted absolute immunity at the first instance of danger.
With the purple fate entry [Shadow-Stitching Craftsmanship] amplifying its power, if this little guy fell into the hands of a knowledgeable tactical master, it would undoubtedly whip up a storm of blood and carnage in the arena!
"Streamer... what... what is it doing?" Susie's trembling voice pulled Miles back from his shock.
On the screen, the Mimikyu seemed to have noticed Susie's presence behind it through the mirror's reflection.
It had been trying to prop its drooping "head" back up with its black shadow hands, but now it flinched violently, like a child caught red-handed doing something wrong.
Then, with incredible agility, it zipped behind the full-length mirror, leaving only half of a black, charred-looking wooden stick tail nervously twitching in the open.
"It hid..." Susie swallowed hard. "Is it getting ready to attack me?"
"No, Susie. Quite the opposite," Miles replied, his gaze softening as he looked at the Mimikyu... [Status: Sad / Extremely Anxious / Desperate to Mend]
"It's not going to attack you. It's terrified that you'll see it in this pathetic, ugly state with its broken neck."
He paused, letting his tone grow gentle. "It's like a little girl who wore a beautiful new dress to a dance, only to accidentally tear it. It's hiding behind the mirror because it feels extremely embarrassed and inferior."
Miles's vivid and heartbreaking analogy instantly shifted the mood.
The thousands of viewers in the stream, who had been bracing themselves for a jump scare, felt their fear vanish like receding floodwaters.
In its place surged an overwhelming wave of heartache and pity.
[Viewer "Fawn in the Woods": Bro, stop talking, I'm actually going to cry! It's hiding because it thinks it's too ugly to be seen? That's way too pitiful!]
[Viewer "Begone Female Ghost In Red": I'm so sorry, Mimikyu! I shouldn't have called you scary earlier. It just wants a hug, what did it do wrong!]
[Viewer "No Drunk Late Nights": Damn it, I'm a grown man and my eyes are sweating. This inferiority complex hits way too close to home... reminding me of when I didn't dare confess to my crush because of my acne!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": Gap moe! This is the ultimate gap moe! Terrifying on the outside, but hiding the most sensitive glass heart!]
[Viewer "Frontline Drama Eater": Streamer, tell her not to be afraid! It's so sad, she needs to help it ASAP!]
"S-Streamer, then can I do something? I don't want it to be so sad."
Susie's maternal instincts took over. Seeing that little wooden stick twitching uneasily at the edge of the mirror, her previous fear was completely tossed to the wind.
"You can help it." Miles smiled faintly, issuing orderly instructions. "While it's hiding, quickly go to your bedroom or storage room and find a few things—a piece of clean, light-colored fabric, a sturdy little wooden stick like a piece from a wooden hanger, and most importantly, bring a needle and thread!"
"Needle and thread? Fabric?" Susie blanked for a second before realization dawned. "You mean... I should help it mend its disguise?"
"Exactly! But remember, absolutely do not let your Pichu come out," Miles warned. "Because Mimikyu desperately wants to be a Pikachu, it has a pathological jealousy toward the real Pikachu evolutionary line. If Pichu is present, it might provoke it."
"Okay! I'll go look right now!"
Susie hurriedly shoved the Pichu in her arms under the covers, using a pillow to block its line of sight.
She moved quietly around the house, rummaging through her things.
In less than two minutes, she returned to the bedroom doorway with a scrap of an old bedsheet, a piece of a wooden hanger she had just snapped by hand, and a mini sewing kit.
"Streamer, I've found everything. Should I just—"
"Don't approach it directly." Miles shook his head. He was well aware of the vigilance of wild Ghost-type Pokémon.
"It's like trying to feed a frightened stray cat on the street. If you get too close, its lack of security will make it run away, or it might even scratch you with its shadow hands out of self-defense."
He instructed, "Open the door just a bit, and gently toss the items onto the empty wooden floor about two meters away from the mirror. Then retreat behind the door and use your phone camera to watch in the dark."
Taking a deep breath, Susie slowly pushed the door open.
Mustering her courage, she gently tossed the fabric, stick, and sewing kit onto the moonlit hardwood floor, like tossing sparks of hope.
Clatter.
The soft sound of the wooden stick hitting the floor was exceptionally clear in the silent old house.
Susie immediately shrank back behind the door, holding up her phone and staring intently at the screen.
Time ticked by...
About thirty seconds later, movement finally came from behind the full-length mirror.
"Pika...?"
Accompanied by a weak, questioning cry, half of a cloth-sack head with crooked, drawn-on features peeked out cautiously from the edge of the mirror.
Its hollow "eyes" locked onto the pile of mending materials on the floor.
After confirming there was no threat, it burst forth with terrifying speed.
Whoosh!
Like a blur of a black phantom, the Mimikyu dashed to the materials.
Two shadow hands, seemingly formed from condensed black mist, shot out from beneath its ragged hem, scooping up the fabric, stick, and sewing kit into its embrace.
Then, with the speed of lightning, it shrank back in front of the mirror!
What happened next showed the entire stream—and Miles himself—what true [Shadow-Stitching Craftsmanship] looked like.
Sitting in front of the mirror, the Mimikyu's two terrifying black ghost claws suddenly displayed jaw-dropping dexterity.
First, it used a shadow hand to precisely pull out the broken wooden stick, seamlessly inserting the new stick Susie had provided into the support point of its disguise's head.
The drooping "head" instantly stood upright!
Next, it pinched a tiny embroidery needle between its black fingertips, threading it so fast it was almost a blur.
It expertly patched the fresh, light-colored fabric over the torn neck of the disguise.
Its hands danced up and down, sewing stitches tighter and flatter than a master tailor with decades of experience!
In less than two minutes, a brand-new, upright, and lively "Pikachu disguise"—despite its crooked drawn-on features—was perfectly restored!
"Pika! Pikachu!"
Looking at its newly "cute" reflection, the Mimikyu spun excitedly in place.
Its cries were no longer the teeth-aching, sorrowful weeping from before, but filled with pure joy and gratitude.
On Miles's retina, the [Status: Sad / Extremely Anxious] tag completely vanished, replaced by a dazzling [Status: Happy / Deeply Grateful]!
"It's done." Miles leaned back in his chair with a relieved smile. "Susie, you can take off your sunglasses. Go turn on the living room lights; it definitely won't hurt you now."
Click.
As Susie flipped the wall switch, warm, bright light instantly dispelled all the gloom and terror within the old house.
The Mimikyu didn't flee from the glare.
Instead, it turned around, looked at the approaching Susie with its drawn-on eyes, tilted its head slightly, and let out an incredibly soft and adorable, "Pika~"
"Oh my god... it's really so cute." Susie took off her sunglasses, tears of excitement glimmering in her eyes.
She slowly crouched down, hesitantly extending a finger. "Streamer... can I touch it now?"
"Of course," Miles encouraged. "Its disguise is whole now. Go ahead and feel it."
Trembling, Susie gently rested her fingertips on the Mimikyu's head.
It was a bizarre sensation—even though she was touching coarse linen, and it felt hollow underneath, there was an incredibly grounded, warm substance to it.
It felt like petting a soft cloud brimming with goodwill and vitality.
"This is its Ability, Disguise," Miles took the opportunity to educate the chat.
"This coat, which it treasures like its own life, is not only its camouflage but also its unique, absolute defense. In times of danger, this layer of disguise can even absorb a fatal attack for it."
"It's a grateful child; you helped mend its disguise, so it already considers you a friend."
[Viewer "Manager Ruby": So wholesome. A suffocating horror movie just turned into a heartwarming fairytale. This is definitely the best part of your appraisal streams.]
[Viewer "No Drunk Late Nights": Shedding manly tears right now! This ending is too perfect! Susie, hurry up and buy a Poké Ball to catch it! That's a top-tier Pokémon with a god-tier Ability!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": I just want to shout: Mimikyu is the cutest in the world! To hell with the uncanny valley, that's my dream Pokémon right there!]
However, just as Susie was moved to the point of heading to the bedroom for a Poké Ball...
Swish—
The Mimikyu nimbly hopped a large step back.
It gave Susie a deep look, as if etching the human who had offered it warmth into its very soul.
Then, the mouth drawn on its cloth seemed to curve up into a slight smile.
Its body dissolved into a black phantom, cleanly merging into the darkness outside the door and vanishing without a trace.
"Ah... it left..." Susie stared at the empty doorway, her tone laced with a deep sense of loss.
"Don't be sad, Susie," Miles said, his gaze thoughtful as he looked at the screen.
"It's a wild Fairy-type, accustomed to the night and freedom. However, once a bond is formed, it's not easily broken."
"Trust me, as long as you live here, it will come back to visit you sooner or later."
Susie nodded vigorously, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Master Miles, thank you so much for today. If it weren't for you, I might have lived in fear for the rest of my life, and I never would have known that such a pitiful and adorable life existed in this world."
"Just a small token of my appreciation, please accept it!"
Following Susie's grateful words, dazzling donation effects instantly exploded across the stream!
[System Prompt: User "Husband Isn't Home, I'm So Scared All Alone" has sent you a gift: "Poké Ball" x6!]
Watching the red and white balls bouncing across the screen, Miles's spirits immediately lifted.
The exhaustion of the past few days was instantly washed away. This was cold, hard cash!
"Thank you, Miss Susie, for the six Poké Balls!" Miles beamed, loudly expressing his thanks.
"Our beauty is not only pretty but also generous! I wish you and Pichu a safe life in the countryside, and may you meet Mimikyu again soon!"
He straightened his posture, his eyes burning with fiery motivation as he waved confidently at the camera.
"It's still early tonight, so night owls, don't leave! Let's welcome the next lucky viewer to the stream!"
"Master Miles's stream offers free, all-weather appraisals for all kinds of tough cases! As long as it's a living Pokémon, there's nothing I, Miles, can't appraise!"
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