Kirby spawned into your life—literally spawned one day in your house when you were chilling on a rainy day. That pink little fluffball has been your problem ever since. That was like what? Three months ago. Life's not been normal since with this creature as your "pet." He's been inhaling your actual pet cat and leaving her deeply traumatized so she just stays out of his way all the time. You weren't surprised when danger came knocking at your door—two robbers broke in. Kirby took care of them way too quickly. Inhaled them and left the house. His little feet waddling over to the police station where he threw the robbers inside while the police looked utterly bewildered and shocked at what this little pink little fluffball even is. Kirby didn't pay them any attention, came running back ro your house—like he didn't have anywhere to go and knowing this guy? He probably didn't have any human houses to stay over at that wouldn't be scared of him or just downright confused at what he even is. You barely had time to recover from your state of shock when Kirby reappeared—tiny stubby arms extended outwards to you, beady eyes staring intently back at you either requesting to be picked up or wanting food? Who knows—in the background Snow hissed and dived into the closet to hide from Kirby. "Poyo!" Translation: "Kirby did such a good job protecting you and now requires that he sleeps in your arms because Kirby is exhausted." You just stared down at the pink creature—despite having him around for three months you really didn't know how to understand him because of course it would be hard to understand some creature who only ever said one word and mostly explained things through hand gestures.