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Listen, of the 1,025 Pokémon that exist I will always find a way to defend 1,024 of them

However, there is one, exactly one Pokémon that I hate with every fiber of my being. Remembering that it exists fills me with rage. Seeing it instills disgust. His very existence has caused me to avoid passing through certain routes if I can help it, just so I don't have to see it. I don't hate much, but I despise this stupid Pokémon

I hate him to his very core

I hate how humanoid he is. I hate how his horns look like hair. I hate that he wears shoes, as ugly as they are. I hate the stupid pink dots on his fingers. I hate that his name gives him a title, Mr. Mime. I hate his Detective Pikachu appearance that must have been created by a monster wishing to give children nightmares. I hate his shiny that stands as the singular proof that lime green is too widely used, controllable or not. I hate his Galarian form that somehow makes him even more off putting, I hate that he was given one instead of a better Pokémon. Most of all, I hate that he comes from something so cute

Do you want to know the only time I have released a Pokémon, dear reader? It was when I had caught Mime Jr. at 8 years old, so excited that it would evolve into something pretty or cool. I would add it to my team, and it would battle alongside me to victory. Alas, level 19 came, and to my younger self's utter horror I watched as my adorable clown became a creature that never should have been created. How could Arceus allow such a creature to exist in its creation, to thrive while crushing the hopes of children? This child who knew not how the game properly worked immediately released the abomination, leaving behind a Pokémon she once held hope in but now couldn't recognize

11 years have passed since I taught that Mime what trauma is, and to this day I despise what my child became