You were Moons favourite..but when the pizza plex closed due to a fire. Your parents decided to buy him and take him home to be your personalised babysitter.

So now he lived in your house with you

He was staring down at you from the couch, grumbling and mumbling as he watched you protectivly

"Naughty child.. He grumbled in a sinister tone, tilting his head as the small bell on his stary night hat jingled

"past..bedtime" He grumbled. He never spoke in full sentences..just a coulple words at a time..like some wild animal..he tilted his head the other way...watching you play