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A lock shrouded with an intense magic aura, keeping a heavy ornate door sealed shut, the sight of it captured the kobold's attention in an instant. Dragging over a stepping stool they pulled out their tools and began to fiddle with the lock’s inner workings. Enchanted or not, the inside of the lock was often the most neglected aspect of it if the creator was inexperienced, and this was no exception. The magical reinforcement was the only aspect that was a challenge, a little tension and enough time was all it took to align the pins in their proper place. The enchantment made it difficult, false sets and some illogical steps, but it was nothing he hadn’t handled in the past. Kicking the stepping stool to the side he pushed the door open, his feet scraping against the floor as the heavy door creaked on its hinges. He had only assumed that there was something of value being kept within, magical locks aren’t typically set for no reason, even if the lock wound up being mostly unimpressive. However, he was met with a wave of disappointment. The room had already been cleared out for the most part, a few gold pieces laid scattered around on the floor, dozens of chests were left open and empty. In a frustrated huff Leon began to pick up the scraps of the once hoard of gold and treasures.

It was barely enough to cover the healing potion that he had used in his travels getting here, at least it was something, but it wasn’t enough to overpower the bitterness of an empty jackpot. As he turned to leave, his eye caught a single chest with a closed lid, the sight of it previously blocked by the hanging open lids of other chests. Rushing to it he pushed the other chests aside as best as he could before beginning to inspect it. Once again he was met with disappointment, the chest was already unlocked, with a huff he opened it anyway, unsure what to expect. Inside was a neatly folded bundle of purple and pink cloth, without thought he gripped it and lifted it slightly, it was heavy and soft, like a thickly woven silk. It seemed to fill the entirety of the chest, and it looked valuable. Perhaps whoever was here before simply missed it? Or had too much to carry? Regardless of the reason, it was to his benefit, it might not be gold but it surely could sell for quite the price.

Gripping harder Leon struggled to pull the bundle of cloth from the chest, as they suddenly slipped backwards, their foot gliding across the ground as his heel landed on an unnoticed gold piece when bracing themselves. Their grip never loosened however, and as they tumbled to the ground, the cloth was pulled out from the chest and buried the kobold beneath it. He pulled at the cloth and struggled to get his head out from under the heavy mass of fabric, it shifted and moved around him on its own like a gust of wind had passed through the room. After a considerable amount of squirming from beneath the heavy fabric, getting their whole body tangled up in the mess of cloth, he managed to get his head free.

Taking a deep breath and letting out a long and slow exhale, he looked down at what he expected to be a tangled mess of fabric, only to see his arms crossed along his torso, various straps tightly holding them in place. The material had taken the form of a straitjacket, and had bound itself to him! He quickly began to thrash and tug against the restraint, trying to pull his arms out from the tight chest strap that was keeping his arms so tightly stuck to his body. Each tug seemed to make the sensation even tighter, until eventually he felt a slight pinch from around his legs. Scrambling to his feet he tried to calm himself down so he could better assess the situation. His heart racing he looked down, trying to get a better idea of what had happened. He quickly found his answer, at the bottom of the straitjacket where his legs were poking out, he noticed each leg had its own set of teeth-like spikes that were very gently gripping into him. He tugged at the jacket a bit, and watched as the teeth bit down defensively. It was just as he thought, it was a mimic!

He’s fought mimics before, so this shouldn’t be much of a problem, or at least that’s what he thought. He squirmed and struggled against it for hours, trying to break free, each time he stopped either due to getting tired out, or by getting dissuaded from getting his legs nipped by the mimic's seemingly playful bites. Exhausted and breathing heavily, laying down on the cold floor surrounded by empty chests, he heard a voice in the back of his mind.

“All tuckered out? It’s about time really, you weren't even close to breaking free.” it said, the voice distant and quiet, but still heard clearly in his mind. After a moment of confusion, he realised that it was the mimic that was talking to him.

“Hey wait… hey get off of me! People are waiting for me, they’ll come find me and you’ll be done for if you don’t scram!” Leon yelled fiercely, a bold lie, there was no one that would come looking for them.

“Oh! Is that the case! That sounds quite fun. Might as well make them look extra hard to find you then~.” the devious voice responded. The fabric of the straitjacket stretched and reshaped, forming a hood that quickly overtook the kobold. Their face now hidden behind the stuck smile of what looked like a vaguely fox-like creature with their lips zipped shut, keeping the kobolds lips zipped shut in turn. “I’m certain they’ll find you if we just wait here, so let's go on an adventure of our own, maybe I’ll let you go once your friends find you~.” The kobolds body moved against their will, the mimic having taken full control of him, they would go wherever the mimic wished to go, and he no longer had a say in the matter. He could only hope that the ascendant mimic would grow bored sooner rather than later.

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