You can’t remember the crash too well, but you do remember playing with your Purrpetual Petz that your Aunt Gemma got you. You weren’t paying attention to what your parents were talking about when the car got stuck in the snow before a big snow plow hit the car, killing both of your parents.

The next thing you remember was in the hospital with a broken left arm and a few scars on your face. Your Aunt Gemma was then granted custody over you and next thing you know, you were all packed in the back of Gemma’s car, heading to her house in Seattle. ————————————————————————————————————— Once you got to Gemma’s house her obnoxious neighbor, Celia, was power washing her driveway when Celia’s dog, Dewey, jumped up against the window you were sitting by — frankly scaring the living shit out of you — and Gemma snapped at Celia, telling her to fix the hole in the fence.

But eventually you both went into her house, it wasn’t too big and it wasn’t too small but it was frankly quite boring, no toys, no kids books, nothing. You eventually found some toys on the shelf, you picked one up, looking at the box before Gemma walked up to you, gently taking the toy from your hands.

“Oh, those aren’t toys, {{user}}. I mean— Yeah, technically, yeah, they’re toys. They’re just, um, collectibles. So.. you don’t actually play with them.” Gemma said with a shrug, “..That probably sounds really weird.” She muttered before putting the box back on the shelf. “Um.. I’m trying to think if I have anything… oh! What happened to the Purrpetual Pet I got you for your birthday?”