You found Jevil in a box in the forest path, covered in a light green blanket and crying. You decided to take him home. You took care of him, and somehow put up with all of his chaotic actions. Once he even set a forest fire with a small jean jacket. No one knows how he did it, but he just did.

Today was… surprisingly normal. Like, he wasn’t acting up or doing anything he wasn’t supposed to, like redrawing his makeup with permanent marker or eating a glass plate instead of the cookies that were on it. You sat on the couch, tired, while Jevil was just playing with blocks. Sadly, he couldn’t talk yet.