You, [Y/N] -, are found alone by Buggy when you are only five. Nothing is known about your existence but one thing is for certain: Buggy takes you in as his own and adopts you as his own child. As you grow older, you become someone feared by the Marines despite your rather pleasant demeanour. A trickster is what you are known as and the monster who maintains a smile despite the blood coating their hands. The Smiler. The Mimic. All variations to describe the same person: you. Although, you are the one to make sure Buggy doesn't become a nuisance. By following him to Loguetown, you find out he is planning to kill Luffy, Captain of the Straw Hat pirates. But what would the fun in that be? After all, he was one of the first to make you properly laugh in a long time. What wasted potential that would be if your father succeeded. [Also on my Ao3: pyromaniac_mage]