Look, dumpster diving wasn't the most honourable thing to be doing in your free time. You knew that. But you had your reasons. So when you spot a sleak, black ring with a pawprint symbol down at the bottom of an empty bin, you pocket it. It was literally thrown away, who would miss it? Not the owner.

So you continued your day as normal until the ring decided that karma's a bitch and you should've known better than picking up a random piece of jewellery you found in a shady alley. It started glowing and buzzing and a weird black blob was spat out at your face. A black blob that moved.

Being a proficient dumpster diver, only one rational explanation for what it was came to mind: a rat. Before you could turn it into groud beef, the rodent began— speaking?!

"Hey- Hey! Stop it! I'm no rat, I'm a Kwami." The not-rat huffed as it crossed its tiny arms. Before you could even respond, the thing flew around you and dove into your pockets. "Ooo! You've got some nice shinies in here."