I released my war cry as I departed my warm, fluid-filled home to the harsh, cold outside. Someone cleaned me up and stuck something up my nose and I could suddenly smell this new world. I was draped in the finest of linens as my subjects worshiped my arrival. I opened my eyes and saw Mum as she held me close. Not Mum stood next to her, smiling like a goofball. Also Not Mum was cleaning up after the mess I left behind. Coming into this world is quite a messy endeavor.
"What will you name him?" Also Not Mum asked. I thought it over. How about Shadowbane the Dark Wizard, or perhaps Malchior the Terrible? Both are truely great names for a warrior such as I.
"We chose Micheal." Mum said.
Ah, yes. Mi- WHAT!? Micheal? That's - that's an accountant! What sort of warrior is named Micheal? A poor one, is what! Micheal is NOT a warrior's name! I demand a refund!
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Micheal started to cry.
"Aw, don't cry tiny human. Everything's alright." Wheatley brushed the fuzz on top of baby Micheal's head.
"Maybe he's hungry. Go on and feed him. I've got another mother to deal with." The doctor said as she left the new family alone.
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Do you hear me, Mum? You will regret naming me Micheal! I will make both your lives miserable until I am properly renamed! Mum nudged down her gown and brought out her big milk thing. Okay, Mum. For now I will accept this peace offering. But I will demand more until I gain my proper name. Mmmm... milk.
A.N.: I hope you got the reference. I thought it was adorable.