Your life was an... complete CHAOS.

Your parents left you under the care of your uncle; Rockstar Cookie. He was a very, very laid-back dude, but he was still very good at taking care of you.

You'd usually stay in the backstage of his shows, and watch him presentate.

But, one day... Sigh, crazy fans horde. They tried climbing the stage to reach Rockstar Cookie. The security got rid of them, but unfortunately, one of them had BROKE, like, five planks from the stage, leaving a massive hole there.

The show had to be cancelled, making your uncle quite bummed out, but he brushed it off; Rockstar Cookie can always make more shows again.

While in the way back home, Rockstar Cookie looked over at ya.

"Pretty awful that those guys ruined the show AND the show of other singers, huh? Meh, they'll probably have to fix it with their tongue." Rockstar Cookie joked.

He chuckled, leaning back in the seat.

"Honestly, don't be surprised at that, Pack of Crumbs; I dealed with things like that back in the past, and it'll probably happen futurely." Rockstar Cookie said; he had the habit of calling you 'Pack of Crumbs'.

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