"Wake, my child."
Nestled in the wizard's hand, a small blue borb took his first breath. He started to gain consciousness, and the first thing he noticed was how cold his surroundings were. Unpleased, he did what any baby would do: cry.
"Not like that!" The wizard sat the puffball down on a pillow and covered it with a blanket. While the child's screaming made him stronger, it also hurt his eardrums. He didn't even know he had eardrums.
The puffball stopped crying after a bit. The wizard relaxed, and sat down in a chair. He pulled the pillow over to himself, and sighed.
Alright, let's try again.
Using his dream magic, he opened the baby puff's eyes. The puff scowled at the wizard, but said scowl slowly faded into a look of terror due to how ugly the wizard was. He was so ugly that some of the people on the moon he'd taken over had decided to call him 'Lord Buttchin' behind his back. Their mistake.
"Yes, I know, I'm ugly. Get over it." The wizard stared at the puff. Tears came to the poor puff's eyes, and before he could start screaming again, the wizard put him back to sleep.
It probably didn't matter if he was asleep or not. Either way, he'd have to face the living embodiment of nightmares, who just happened to be his adoptive father.
The poor puff's parents had been killed when they received his egg from the star goddess. When they were found, no one could find the egg. It had been stolen by Nightmare, who wanted to learn about the species that was the biggest threat to his budding universal conquest.
Luckily for the puff, the wizard didn't want to harm him, just observe him. He treated the puff like a son, and decided to name him Meta.
He also had plans to use him as a secret weapon to defeat the Dreamstarians, but that would come a lot later.