Before all, before time, and before existence itself there was the Void. The space between dimensions that today some affectionately refer to as the Fuckbox. Before our universe - or any universe for that matter - were created, there was a single force in the Void. At the time this force had no name. But it had thought and emotions. And in this endless abyss the force felt a depression through the very core of its being created from its solitude and loneliness.
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The force continued to sink into its depression for what to us would be millenia. And then the force had an idea! If it had no one else to be with it would make them! The being took a sliver of its body and out of it formed a separate entity that it decided to call Buu. Looking back the being thinks of Buu's creation as a mistake as this act of creation sparked a disturbance in the Void. This is the event we know today as the Big Bang.
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Buu was swallowed by the new reality that had appeared in the void but the being managed to escape the expansion. The being continued to flee until the multiverse's expansion had ceased. And the force watched as life bloomed and withered in the colorful bubble of matter. He watched this ever repeating cycle for trillions upon trillions of years. He watched as Buu was fractured throughout the different universes and the merciless destruction of six of said universes. He saw those beings who called themselves gods and those that praised, worshipped, and feared them. And In this long cycle of near infinite possibilities the being wept with a nye euphoric feeling lifting it from the deep pit of depression that had encompassed the being for so long. The force gave itself a form and a name so a that it could become one with his accidental creations. This is the story of . . . Dumplin.