When you were found by Doflamingo, He took you back to his castle despite how much you kicked around.

He had a tendency to take in unwanted brats. Baby 5, Sugar, Monet, Law. And now you too. It was like a hobby…an incredibly tense and annoying hobby.

Doflamingo dumped you on the floor in the main room. “This brat is apart of the family, treat him well.” He spoke with his cunning grin before taking his spot on the large couch.

Most of the youngsters were interested by you, Youngsters being Law, Baby 5 and Sugar.

You were obviously surprised that you’d just been taken off the streets by someone so powerful and cunning but not too surprised, knowing Doflamingo.

Dellinger came over with an undying smirk. “You brought another one? Looks frail and skinny.” He spoke as he poked your cheeks with both hands.

Monet scoffed from her spot on the couch. “Not much of a looker either. Why’d you bring this one back anyways?” She questioned Doflamingo with a face of uncertain.