On a dark and stormy night Dr Edmund Scalesworth hauled a mass of dug up and salvaged body parts onto a surgical table and began to work; stitching cat to bat, repairing holes and tears in skin and fluff, stuffing organs in most the right places. Perhaps one or two went missing but, well you know they say you should never work when you're hungry. Accidents happen. With the final touch of a metal plate to hold his (possibly aardvark) brain in it was time to bring this creation to life, a lever thrown, a spark of electricity and then....There he was....
Blinking with eyes seeing for the first time the creature looked around to the accompanient of his creators wild laughter, but rather than gazing upon the Dr with reverence or obedience he instead stared with what can only be described with something inbetween absolute confusion and abject horror. Where was he? WHAT was he? He had no recollection of anything, he'd just popped into existance, newly born! A fresh new thing! He didn't like this very much!! He hadn't asked to be made!! And so in a panic the creature bolted, running out the building and out into the sun; stumbling down the street, whining and groaning to himself, until he stumbled through the window of a music store...
In a blind panic the creature ran through the store, making his way to a dark little supply closet out back where he shut himself inside to finally find some peace....... And a pair of tripp pants. They seemed made for him, left here as lost property these trousers made for the perfect clothes to hide his tiny, tiny bat feet that he found oh so embarrasing; and so he reached for them. Now, in his newly created and disorientated state the creature failed to notice a small object wriggling under the fabric until it was too late, and as he pulled the tripp pants over to himself something LEAPT out from underneath! An alien crab, a mignyan! It was over in a second, the already confused creature found himself infected, as if life could get anymore baffling. Least he still had the pants though.... He pulled them on and curled up in a ball, taking a rest after all the havoc he'd experienced in his first day of life.
The next day when the store opened the creature found himself awoken by the door to his hiding place creaking open and a very pissed off music store owner staring in, a mignyan named Rudy who was less than pleased about his broken window. In a fateful moment that would change the creatures life forever he spoke the first words he'd heard since his creators yelled "HE'S ALIVE, HE'S ALIVE!". "Hey Tripp Pants guy. What's the deal with smashing my window. You're gonna clean that up y'know.". The creatures eyes widened. Tripp Pants. A name, he'd been given a name. He stood up with a pitiful whine, trying his best to wordlessly express his apologies; before a dustpan and brush was pushed into his arms and an accusatory finger pointed over to the broken glass underneath a suspiciously Tripp-shaped hole in the window. Of course he obliged, quietly sweeping up while Rudy watched carefully; before wandering over to a mop and picking it up, starting to clean the floor to a high sheen, impressing Rudy highly. The mignyan had been understaffed for quite some time, taking care of every job around the store himself, and so once he sad Tripp down for lunch he offered him a deal; how about he became the stores custodian full time...
