The Tales of the Legendary Mimic : Momo

CHAPTER 1: And so .It Begins

On a sunny day nearing it's end.

…A Large mansion draws attention with it's high pitch and profile.

Embroiled in golds and green of both nature and man touche.

The rumble of the luxurious car’s engine faded as it pulled to a smooth stop in front of the grand Kingdergale estate. Maximus Broderick Kingdergale, still in his crisp private school uniform, slid out of the back seat with a grin plastered across his face. The young boy looked up at the towering mansion, its imposing facade glimmering in the late afternoon sun.

Max was a typical royal rich young master. Known for being cocky and charming. He his 8 years now, but tends to take on adult active tendencies like giving ideas above his age, pretty smart beyond his age..well that's when he he isn't dumb and fuzzy..which is mostly the majority of times.

"Thank you, Mr. Lorne," Max said cheerfully to the family butler, who opened the car door for him.

"As always, Master Max," Mr. Lorne replied with a bow, his tone refined yet warm.

The lame butler led Max through the marble-floored corridors to the study, where his father, Magnus Kingdergale, awaited. The room was dimly lit, its walls lined with bookshelves groaning under the weight of ancient tomes. A massive oak desk stood in the center, cluttered with papers, maps, and an assortment of strange trinkets.

“Ah, Maximus,” Magnus greeted, his deep voice echoing through the room. He stood by the desk, an imposing figure in a tailored suit, his piercing eyes softening as they landed on his son. “Come here, mini-max.”

Max flinched at the the nickname before he approached with a confident stride, his goofy grin unwavering. "What’s up, Dad?Did I ace my spelling test again?And why do you call me weird stuff, it doesn't match my cool regal code"

Magnus chuckled, reaching for something on the desk. In his hands was a peculiar teddy bear—a mix of a wolf and a bear, with floppy ears, round, expressive eyes, and a mischievous grin stitched onto its gray-and-white face. The teddy sat upright, its small bow tie crooked yet charming.

“Take care of this,” Magnus said, handing the teddy to Max.

“Seriously?” Max looked at the plush toy, his brow furrowing. “Dad, I’m eight now. I’m all grown up. I don’t need a teddy anymore.”

Magnus smirked, shaking his head. “You’re never too grown to take care of something precious, Maximus. Momo here will keep you company.”

Before Max could argue further, Magnus’s phone buzzed on the desk. With a sharp intake of breath, he glanced at the screen, his expression tightening. He placed the teddy firmly in Max’s hands.

“Stay here,” Magnus instructed, picking up the call.

Max watched as his father’s face darkened, his calm demeanor replaced with unease. He couldn’t make out the exact words, but the tension in Magnus’s tone was enough to make his stomach twist.

After a terse exchange, Magnus ended the call and turned to the butler, his voice low and urgent. “Lorne? Take care of Max. Keep him close and have him guarded while I'm gone.”

“Of course, sir,” the butler replied with a subtle nod.

“Dad?Why are you leaving so soon?” Max called out, his voice quivering slightly as he clutched Momo to his chest.

Magnus crouched down, placing a hand on Max’s shoulder. “Listen Max. No matter what happens, you hold onto your will. Promise me.”

Max hesitated, his usual bravado fading in the face of his father’s serious tone. “I promise and yh, I really am not too old for a teddy ” he finally said,quivering as his small hands gripping the teddy tighter.

Magnus stood, his eyes lingering on his son and smiled for a moment longer before he strode out of the study. The heavy door clicked shut behind him, leaving Max alone with Mr. Lorne—and a growing sense that life as he knew it was about to change forever.

Max wandered through the long, polished halls of the estate, now following Sarah, the head maid’s spirited daughter. She had a cheerful bounce to her step, her braided hair swinging as she led him outside. A girl of nine with sharp brown eyes and a perpetual smirk, Sarah was practically the only person Max thought of as a friend.

“Come on, Max,” Sarah teased, glancing over her shoulder. “You’re walking slower than usual. What’s wrong, scared to step in the mud with those fancy shoes of yours?”

“I’m not scared!” Max retorted, puffing up his chest. He tightened his grip on Momo, clutching the plush toy close. “And these aren’t just fancy shoes—they’re imported,Tokyo good stuff!”

“More like imported mud-magnets,” Sarah shot back, laughing.

Max rolled his eyes but followed her into the expansive backyard, which stretched almost endlessly, bordered by tall trees that swayed gently in the breeze. It was his favorite spot to run around and let loose, a slice of freedom in a life often filled with rules.

As Sarah darted ahead to climb one of the lower tree branches, Max plopped Momo onto a soft patch of grass and started a game of pretend battle, waving an imaginary sword in the air.

“Take that!” he shouted, lunging at invisible enemies and more so the innocent flies around “And that!”

Ahh, Poor flies!

Sarah laughed from her perch, swinging her legs as she pretend to be curious.“What are you even fighting? Shadows?”

“Not shadows—giant lizards,” Max declared. He picked up Momo and held it like a shield. “Momo’s my sidekick. Together, we’ll take them down!”

“Weird Max… I thought you were the sidekick.” Sarah said, shaking her head with a chuckle.“But fine, Momo can be your sidekick. Let’s see how strong he really is.”

Max though annoyed still smirked as if he could really prove something, but before he could come up with a retort, the sky suddenly dimmed unnaturally. A chill swept through the air, and both children froze.

“What’s happening?” Sarah asked, her voice tinged with unease.

Max glanced upward—and gasped. Above them, the once-clear blue sky was now streaked with red, like crimson threads weaving an ominous net across the heavens. The net tightened, forming a shimmering dome that covered the entire horizon.

“It’s so... weird,it's like someone poured strawberry juice on the sky!” Sarah whispered, in an attempt to ease tension with a joke while climbing down from the tree. She stood beside Max, both staring in awe and growing fear.

Then the ground trembled. Faint at first, like a distant rumble, but it grew stronger, until Max could feel it under his feet. The trees groaned as if alive, their branches twisting unnaturally.

“Max, I think we should go back inside,Sir Lorne is probably worried ” Sarah said, her voice trembling.

“Wait, look!” Max pointed toward the edge of the estate, where the land itself seemed to stretch. Trees elongated, their roots burrowing deeper, while patches of grass expanded as if pulled apart. Everything looked wrong—like a distorted painting being ripped from its canvas.

“Run!” Sarah screamed, grabbing Max’s hand.

They sprinted toward the estate, but the ground shifted beneath them. Max stumbled, his grip on Momo slipping as he fell backward. The plush toy tumbled from his hands and landed several feet away.

“Momo!” Max cried, scrambling to his feet.

“Forget the teddy!” Sarah yelled, pulling at his arm.

“I can’t!” Max broke free from her grasp and ran toward the toy. As he reached it, another tremor jolted the earth, causing him to step on Momo’s soft body.

“Ouch! You are hurting me, Master.”

Max froze mid-step, his blood turning cold. He whipped his head around, expecting to see someone nearby. But there was no one—just him, the teddy, and Sarah, who stood a few feet away, wide-eyed and trembling.

“Did you... did you say something?” Max asked, his voice shaky.

“No!” Sarah yelled. “Let’s go!”

Ignoring her, Max knelt beside Momo. His hands shook as he picked up the plush toy, turning it over in his hands.

“Master?” the voice came again, soft yet clear. “It’s me, Momo.”

Max’s breath caught in his throat. “No... way.”

“What is it?” Sarah’s voice cracked, her fear palpable.

“It’s... it’s Momo, …he talked..”Max stammered, staring into the teddy’s round, stitched eyes.

“Momo’s a toy, Max! Toys don’t talk!” Sarah shouted.

But Max wasn’t listening. His hands trembled as he tightened his grip on the plush. “You... you talked! How did you talk?”

“I always could,” the voice said again, gentle but firm. “But only now, Master, because you awakened me.”

“Awakened you?” Max repeated, his mind racing.

Before he could ask more, the ground quaked violently. Sarah screamed as she collapsed, clutching her head.

“Sarah!” Max yelled, but she didn’t respond. Her body went limp, her eyes fluttering shut.

Panic surged through him as the crimson dome above shimmered with increasing intensity. He clutched Momo to his chest, his heart pounding.

“Help!” Max screamed, his voice breaking. “Somebody help!”

But no one came.Only the swears of a teddy

“Ooh my, momos!

***

Elsewhere and everywhere, similar occurance where happening. Earthquakes global warming lock down and even illegal troupes Where pulled in this tantrum,like something happening right at this moment

The streets were cloaked in an oppressive gloom, the kind of darkness that seeped into every crack and crevice, swallowing the city whole. A thick mist hung in the air, swirling around dim streetlights that flickered weakly against the encroaching night. It was the kind of evening that made even the bravest souls quicken their pace, eager to escape the weight of the unseen.

A man walked alone down the cobblestone path, his steps deliberate and unhurried. He was tall, his dark coat trailing just above the ground, and his wide-brimmed hat cast a shadow that obscured much of his face. The faint light that managed to catch him revealed sharp, angular features and eyes that glimmered with an unnatural intensity.

Beside him trotted a sleek black dog, its coat so glossy it seemed to drink in the light. The dog moved with a silent grace, its every step in perfect harmony with its master’s. Its small, matching hat perched neatly atop its head might have been comical in another context, but here, it only added to the unsettling aura that surrounded the pair.

The man’s eyes scanned the street ahead, taking in every detail with a practiced precision. He wasn’t just walking—he was hunting.

As they turned down a narrow alleyway, muffled voices reached his ears, carried on the still, damp air.

"Come on, sweetheart," a man said, his tone dripping with malice.

"Don’t make this harder than it has to be," another voice added, followed by cruel laughter.

The man’s steps slowed, his dog halting beside him. He tilted his head slightly, the faintest of smirks playing at the corners of his lips. He continued forward, his boots clicking softly against the cobblestones until he reached the source of the voices.

Three men stood in a poorly lit side street, their faces illuminated by the sickly yellow glow of a single flickering bulb. They loomed over a young woman, her back pressed against the grimy brick wall. Her eyes were wide with fear as she struggled against their grip, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

The man stopped a few feet away, his presence drawing their attention like a sudden chill in the air.

"Evening, gentlemen," he said, his voice smooth and low, carrying an unsettling calm. "Am I interrupting something?"

The tallest of the three turned, scowling. He was a burly man with a thick neck and small, mean eyes. "Mind your own business, old man," he growled. "Unless you wanna join the party."

The man raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening slightly. "A party, you say? How quaint. Though, I must admit, your choice of entertainment seems rather... unsavory."

The thug stepped closer, his chest puffed out in a show of dominance. "You’ve got a smart mouth, don’t you? Maybe we should shut it for you."

The dog growled low and deep, the sound vibrating through the alleyway. The man placed a hand on its head, silencing it with a single touch.

"Careful," he said, his tone still maddeningly calm. "It’s unwise to provoke a wolf when you’re nothing but a sheep."

"Sheep?" one of the other thugs spat, stepping forward with a sneer. "You’re the one outnumbered here, old man."

The man sighed, removing his hat and holding it out to his dog. The animal took it delicately in its jaws, its eyes never leaving the men.

"Outnumbered?" the man said, his voice dropping an octave. He stepped forward, his movements impossibly fluid, almost serpentine. "Oh, I don’t think so."

The lead thug pulled a knife, the blade glinting in the dim light. "Big talk for a dead man."

Before the words had fully left his mouth, the man was upon him. He moved faster than the eye could follow, his hand shooting out to grab the thug by the wrist. There was a sickening crack as the knife clattered to the ground.

"What the—?" the thug gasped, his voice choking off as the man’s other hand closed around his throat.

The man’s eyes glowed faintly red as he leaned closer, his voice a whisper that cut through the thug’s panic. "You chose poorly."

With a sudden, inhuman ferocity, the man’s teeth elongated into sharp fangs. The thug’s scream was cut short as the man sank his teeth into his neck, the sound of blood rushing and flesh tearing filling the alleyway.

The other two men froze in horror, their bravado evaporating in an instant. One of them turned to run, but the dog lunged, its sleek body a blur of motion. It knocked the man to the ground, its teeth sinking into his shoulder with a feral snarl.

The third thug stood rooted to the spot, his face pale and his legs trembling. "M-monster," he stammered.

The man straightened, letting the lifeless body of his victim slump to the ground. He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, his glowing eyes fixed on the remaining thug.

"Monster?" he repeated, his tone almost amused. "Perhaps. But at least I’m honest about what I am."

The thug screamed as the man closed the distance between them in a heartbeat.

When the alley finally fell silent, the man turned to the young woman, who was still pressed against the wall, her eyes wide with shock.

"You should go," he said simply, his voice calm once more. "This city isn’t safe at night."

The woman nodded numbly and fled, her footsteps echoing down the empty street.

The man retrieved his hat from the dog, placing it back on his head with a small nod of thanks. "Come," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We have work to do,sir fenrir"

Looking closely , one would see that a hint of intelligence Sparkled in the husky dog's eyes, and just then it's shadow seemed to have flashed and shapeshifted to an humanoid but it went back to norm so quick that someone would doubt the authenticity.

Staring at the red like dome covering the sky.

Sighs..

“It has begun once more…ahh that moment has finally reached.”The Man said before patting invisible dust as he made way through the echoe of a woman scream.

The dog then, fell into step beside him like he didn't have anything to be weirded about, and together they disappeared into the mist, leaving behind only the faint scent of iron and the echoes of the night.

"Oh Well,Let the Hunt begin.”

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