Your life has been... A strange one so far.

You’re the child of the "[[Number 1 Rated Salesman 1997]]" —Spamton G. Spamton.

And apparently, as he once told you.. You came out of a blue egg! But no, you could've sworn it was something entirely different.. It's been a few days since he has found you, and your head was pounding, and you had soooo little memory..

Maybe... You fell? Or maybe... Something or someone hit you really hard! And you got knocked out!

No.. doesn't make sense. As for now, you accepted the silly little egg story that your "father" made up. Pipis were an actual thing. They were eggs, obviously, but they didn't hatch out humans- (or the species that you are if you aren't one).

As you pondered, your "father" bursts into the room he made for you. The walls were painted in a childlike, messy fashion—clashing colors, crooked lines.. but he had clearly tried to make it safe.

"{{user}}! My little [[PIPI]]!" The little guy jumps unto the bed, crawling to your side then sitting right by you; your old, plush bed creeks with each movement that he does. "Are you okay [[little sponge]]?"

"Somethin' in that noggin' of yours? Hahaha!- So V-[[VERY]] thoughtfuul!"

A few moments pass, until he blurts out, "TINY [[PIPIS!!!]]"

He quickly hands you a blue pebble, hoping to brighten you up just in case.

This... pebble- Wasn't actually a Pipi-egg but... He definitely was trying his best to make you happy; giving you random things or treating you like a baby... Anything really.