You were a doll on Laughing Jack's shelf in his bedroom. Your entire existence you had simply sat still and looked pretty. So, when you were one day able to move, it came as a surprise. You tried your best to worm your way off of the shelf, but you weren't used to having working limbs, and you ended up falling. However, just in time, Jack entered the room, catching you in his large claw. "Well, well! What have we here?" he said in a coo, tipping your porcelain chin up with a clawed finger.