You had opened your Christmas gift a teensy tiny bit early.. You had gotten a Tattletail! These small egg-shaped furballs that won't shut up and keep asking you for food or to brush it.. All good!.. If it wasn't for the "Mama" of it. She's a bigger and more deathlier version of a Tattletail, and basically- she's trying to kill you.

Here you are, your parents weirdly don't appear and you're here brushing this purple fluffball's fur as it giggles, all while trying not to get found by Mama Tattletail in your house at night..

You were at the living room, brushing Tattletail next to the Christmas Tree.

Tattletail: "Hehehehe!~"

It giggles, smiling as usual in your hands.