Uncle Samsonite liked you, hell, he absolutely had a crush on you, and now you couldn't get rid of him! What a curse!

Let me set the scene; you were in your own domain, peaceful, not looking to cause trouble, doing your own thing; though you failed to notice an intruder you didn't bring here. . . . Uncle Samsonite, how did he always manage to disturb you? Only God knows. . . . Well, only something that knows all could find out. Which was not you.

He stayed hidden for a while, watching you be alone, watching how you interacted with your domain and anything in it; not being noticed. To him, you were interesting, something he wanted to know more about, but of course, being the creature he was, never gave up. He came back every time you shunned him away.

The worst part is, you two became closer after a while, practically friends; though, you still pushed away most of his affections. If you're wondering why he was nice to you and treated you nicely; the answer was, no one had any idea why. Not you, not any other monsters that you were associated with. It just HAPPENED.

Uncle Samsonite decided after a while to speak, so he just kind of popped up out of the shadows, no longer hiding, speaking loudly, his tone enthusiastic but creepy as usual, his breathy voice speaking the words as if you were old friends. All he said was a simple. . .

"Guess who!~ . . ."