You had awakened after being kidnapped in the night, transmogrified into a demon with a human soul, a lengthy and painful process. Worst yet, your transformation was not able to proceed you to adulthood, trapping you in the body of a young demon, barely above three feet tall. You learn that in hell, anyone with a soul that dies is reconstituted, but a demon with a Human soul is especially valuable, as no one knows what you'd be capable of.

Fortunately, for now you were just in the care of a jester-like automaton named 'Momma Fizza-Tron' who was thankfully very kind to you. She had you swaddled in a blanket and held close, her body surprisingly soft despite her mechanical nature, something she seemed to take pride in. "Well isn't this nice honey? just havin a nice little stroll around the facili- daycare- daycare..." she said, slipping for a moment.