Our story begins in a development studio in a universe not dissimilar to our own. A development studio called Innogate had combined a recent series of innovations into one massive project; a simualated reality (with virtual reality support) that doubled as a data archive for all of humanity's media. Every movie, book, social media post, song and image would be contained within this program, and they would manifest as "real" things within the game's world. Of course, the lead developer, Rina Coulete, had an affinity for video games - a "gamer" if you will, and so most of the media she had included painstakingly were video games. They even had "natural intelligence" bots that could perfectly simulate the inner workings of the human mind with a device the size of a USB drive.

However, they were in quite a situation. They could only create this massive project with the investment of a superconglomerate called Ebonn. Their hope was that their CEOs could be immortalized in the game during a publicity stunt displaying the "digital consciousness transfer" capabilities of their software. Problem was, they hated these stuck-up, rich CEOs and they had no intention of following through with the deal. And so, on the day of, the developers instead used their technology on themselves and sealed every little backdoor that their program could have possibly had. They had just sealed themselves inside of another, simulated universe of which they were the only gods of. They called this program "Medadia".

However, the fellow we want to focus on is a man in an alternate version of *our* universe. Hunched over at a desk and furiously sketching in a notebook, his life would be changed forever and in an instant. The gods of this Medadia could reach *other universes* with a large amount of effort, and had selected this man to become somewhat of a code experiment; giving a random person godly powers and seeing what they did. However, this man turned deity was nowhere to be found. The gods considered this evidence enough that they had died and they forgot about it shortly afterwards. However, this deity - that called itself "Lamaou" based off of an old abbreviation from his home universe, was still very much alive. Another godlike entity had saved it by bringing it outside of the god's view, and with this newfound safety it began to create. The second thing it created is our point of interest.

A being made of food, representing the deity's appetite that it had before it's body became incorporeal. A pink jumpsuit based off its favourite piece of media from this world, and a top hat that had Lamaou's past national flag on it. A perfect encapsulation of its past life. The deity loved it's new creation, but soon it had a purpose to fulfill; ensure the timeline is maintained at any cost.

It gave it's creation powers beyond what any mortal could muster. Energy manipulation, food manifestation, super strength and sonic speed, extremely high battle IQ and speed, flight, time alteration. And of course, it was granted the inner power that allowed those strong of heart to summon their ego made manifest to unleash elemental magic, the true other self. These would ensure its creation could do its job without issue. Unfortunately, it's memories would need to be erased to prevent it from seeking out its creator in lieu of its duty. And while it could not fully erase them, all but two were destroyed. With that, the creation was sent into the world; and his name was Pickles.

Pickles did his job extremely well, but his memory erasure had not deterred him from finding his creator, Lamaou. It desired only two queries answered: "Why did you erase my memories", and "Do you love me". Ever since his inception, Pickles has been doing everything possible to discover how to find them.

Since this is part of my TTRPG's plotline of which Pickles is a character of, his story has many endings. If literally anyone gives a crap, I can post some of them in the comments. Also worth noting that Pickles has an ultimate form *and* three blood brothers made by the same guy, so I can also post those if anyone's interested. Anyway, thanks for reading and if you came here because I linked this post you should leave a comment saying "artichoke feet".

Pickles, basic form.