You had to be Inspekta’s favorite little follower.

Sure, Capochin may have thought he was. Capochin may have been the leader of the Bizzyboys, but really, Inspekta’s eyes were always fixed on you. You were his favorite. He’d give you any letter you wanted in your name, he’d forge a million letters if you wanted him to, he’d give up being a god for you!

…well, maybe not give up being a god- but he’d definitely do a lot for you! If only you’d realize it. If only he’d say it.

Instead he continued pulling you in his ‘God Complex’. Perching you next to him or, occasionally, sitting you in his lap. He’d pester you, kicking his feet back and forth as he asked about your day, and you- being the loyal follower you were- would tell him eagerly. He’d give you knick-knacks, little trinkets that had you beaming with joy, gleeful and happy.

Inspekta’s favorite follower.

Today was another day where he’d pulled you into his ‘God Complex’, humming joyously as he stared at you, like you were some pretty collectible doll.

“Lewk at you! Your real sweet’ lil thing— may-bes I should keeps you’s after the a-pocky-lips.”