Of course, you've always been this way.
Your name is Jack Noir. You are the arcagent of Derse, the dark kingdom. You oversee the ongoings of the kingdom.
Currently, you're viewing an intruder of the Kingdom's vacation resort. You didn't catch his entrance, but you're certain that he's the cause of your recent troubles.
You saw through your FENESTRATED WALLS his Kernelsprite split apart and fly its way to the kingdom's orbs. It entered the orb and gave you this dumb stupid dragon costume. You hate it.
You fucking hate the stupid fucking horns, the stupid fucking wings, and the stupid, god fucking doamn it, nose.
You try to take it off, but it's stuck to your skin, and you'd rather not upset the Black Queen as she runs this place, and she's "in charge" of you.
Now, you just stare at the stupid cat wearing the stupid, fucking, hat.
You await your next inclination...