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Idc, I got a mimic character lying around. Here's a short.

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"Raki?"

"Yes?"

"Tell us about yourself." Ren invited.

"Do I have to?" Rakiya checked. The armor clinking realistically as they shrugged. "I mean. It's not that interesting. I'm not, I mean, I sat a lot of the time."

Bao bounced a coin off his helmet. The orc narrowing his eyes. "C'mon mimic. You must have something to talk about."

The elf, Grey, simply sat in his seat at the table. Idly waiting for some sort of tall tale his kind loved to hear.

"Well..." Rakiya murmured. "I once lived in a place similar to this."

Before it was a master of shape and size, Raki had spent much of adolescence on the move. Not under their own volition of course. But as a little ball of gooey muscle and teeth, a little nudge went a long way.

All mimics start the same. Simple shapes. Simple objects.

Anything easy to draw in prey. Rocks were a fun place to start. Others chose logs and such. And for a time, Raki did the same. Occasionally an animal would investigate and meet their end. Every once in a blue moon, a clueless goblin or fae would mistake them for something to sharpen or burn.

And a nice meal would be had.

However, sitting for such long spells grew stale. Boredom is universal, even if time is your friend. And so, when Rakiya found themselves in a local trash heap near a village. It came up with things to do.

"And so I tried to learn different shapes." Rakiya explained. "Blankets. Tables. Clothing; not easy. And eventually, a clock."

A spell went by as Rakiya absorbed mead from their glass.

"And?" Ren asked, tail swishing with intrigue.

And as a golden clock, things began to escalate. People of all sorts had fascination with the mechanical. It was a sign of the times. And even a mimic was enamored by such complexity. And after choosing to emulate gold and bronze, what prey it attracted. Rakiya had a choice of whom to devour at whatever time. All their strength, energy, sustenance.

It was a buffet. Rarely did their kind get to eat like that.

"So you ate a bunch of people?" Bao interrupted.

"It comes with the territory, Bao."

Greystone simply offered a sign with two fingers. He was invested.

And so for a few years, Rakiya bounced around the land between doomed parties as a lavish, yet simple, clock. Until one fateful night, while it rested in an abandoned manor. Two guesses as to why the manor was abandoned. Rakiya found themselves inside a bag of holding. Normally, breaking free from such would be feasible. But the magic kept them snugly away. So the best move was to just enjoy the ride.

It had been adopted, well, recovered; by a locally well known rogue.

Verena, was a noble knight turned thief. In her escapades she'd led men of valor. Met and even conned lords of the land. Hired herself out for things others would deem unfathomable for the average soul. And in her evolving career, she'd amassed an fortune. Moved to a foreign land, and settled down with a tavern of her own.

Rakiya got the joy of being a proud ornament on her mantle. In a building rife with food. Meat is good. Of course, but things like bread or wine worked just as well. It just became apparent to Verena that her pub was more popular than she knew.

It also gave time for Rakiya to test their ability further than usual. Become a chair, a cask, a door. A suit of armor. Occasionally, Verena would have to look for the clock. Assuming someone stole it. Only to be a bit confused when she found an extra table. Or an apple she must have left on the bar.

Normally by now, Rakiya would go for the kill. But in Verena there was kinship. She was alone. Rakiya was alone. And while she lived an incredible life, it seemed companionship didn't fit that lifestyle. Time came and went as it did. And Verena of course grew old. Her youthful vigor had waned in the ways it does for everyone. But she was still no one to trifle with, and she removed many a drunk sailor from her tavern with ease. For those who didn't go quietly, she'd made allies with a local goliath.

That tended to end things quickly.

Rakiya had grown strong. But also comfortable. This was its home. This was the best place to be.

"Until they came." Rakiya deflated. The suit of armor hunched slightly. "They wanted gold. Apparently, they learned who Verana was. The Knight of The Wind."

"Wait." Greystone realized. "You called yourself-"

"Yes. Sorry."

They had made quick work of it. Bashing their way in and using their skills to trap her. After ransacking the bar, they tried to get the location of the treasure from Verana by force. They did not know it was bricked under the very fireplace she kept at a full burn. However, once they deemed her useless. One made the mistake of trying to steal everything not nailed down. Including her gold clock.

And that was a fatal error.

What happened next made no sense to those involved. Verana, despite her injuries, did her best to try and clamber past the blood and viscera trailing the room. Ignoring the screams of people much tougher than she. The figure that carried her from the broken structure resembled no one she knew. But somehow, it felt like an old friend.

"She was very weak." Rakiya said. "And I didn't know if she would live. I had to find help. And so, I took the only shape I could find that would work."

The suit of armor made sense now. A painful reminder of what she'd lived through. Verana had locked it away years before. If anything, in Hope's to forget. But now she found herself in the company of an ally she believed long dead.

"Did she survive?" Grey asked.

"I don't know." Rakiya answered. "I had to change. And I ended up on a ship."

"How long has it been?" Ren leaned in.

"Years." Rakiya nodded. "And I'd like to return. But, you know. I have to eat."

Grey and Bao finished their latest glasses and stood in time. The pair went around the table to Rakiya and gave them a pat on the back.

"Well. Come on." Grey offered.

"What? Where are we going now?"

"Let's go find her."

"...What?? Right now?"

"I'm drunk, and I've come into money." Bao offered. "I need to find another place to drink at."

One of the barkeeps fell over while carrying an empty cask. And that for some reason, gave Rakiya a feeling they hadn't had in some time.

Hope.

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EDIT: [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/12cv28e/wp_youre_a_mimic_you_were_disguised_as_a_clock/jf5te3v/)

[How they all first met.](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/101lyb8/wp_youre_a_mimic_waiting_inside_a_room_for/j2p3ho2/)

[How they learned Raki wasn't normal.](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/ydaztz/wpa_mimic_decided_that_life_as_an_inanimate/itsc5ly/)

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Submitted by Jamaican_Dynamite on Thu, Apr 06, 2023 to /r/WritingPrompts/

The prompt

You’re a mimic. You were disguised as a clock when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You’ve actually managed to enjoy your live ever since as furniture in a small, local tavern. When some ruffians decide to rob the now elderly adventurer however, you finally reveal yourself.