"Oh yeah! Well SCREW YOU, BITCH!!!" Jack yelled, cutting off his call from his Ex-Wife. Nothing was going well for him; the divorce he had with his Ex-Wife was around their daughter, Angel, who was revealed to be a Siren; women with mystical, unknown backgrounds, incredible powers, and are distinguishable by tattoos running down one half of their body. Angel, though young, was considered too dangerous for everyone, and he placed her into something called a Control Core Angel, which was basically a strapped seat that, in the future, he wanted to make a much bigger room with something to help power it. His Ex-Wife, even after being accidentally hurt by Angel, wanted their daughter to be free, though Jack felt that Angel needed to be strapped down, and perhaps use her abilities in the Echo Net to help him out, as he did by getting a job at the Hyperion Corporation, and soon with some money. Ever since his father died when he was young, and his mother left him in the 'care' of her grandmother (who was, at a minimum, physically abusive towards her grandson), he wasn't quite right in the head, but he hopes that with Angel in her chair, and with the super hot bartender, Mad Moxxi, perhaps his life can be better. Then the door knocked. Jack groaned as he got up from his seat and headed to the door. He opened it and groaned even louder as he saw what it was: A gray Claptrap Unit with a yellow 'eye' and had what looked liked wings on it's back.

"Hello, good sir!" It spoke in a very clumsy, female voice. "I am D3RP-TP unit, but you can call me D-"

"Ugh!!! What the hell do you want!?"

"I'm here to deliver a package that you ordered."

"Package? What package? I didn't order anything."

"Are you a Mr. Jack?"

"Yes, but my real name is Jack-"

"Good!" The Unit opened it's chest and pulled out a package. "Be careful with the contents inside! It's memories have been deleted, though it will be regained if shown something from it's past. And thank you for using Hyperion packaging services!" It turned and left.

"Wait! Get back here!!!" The unit ignored and rolled away, playing an 8-Bit tune "Freakin' stupid Clap Traps. Probably isn't even mine to begin with." He walked into his house, taking the package inside, but noticed how heavy it was. It wasn't too heavy that he needed help, but it was heavy enough to have him let out an 'Oof!'. "The hell is in this?"

"Hey! Where am I?" Jack nearly screamed and dropped the box. The box, luckily, didn't fell too hard, and out came a young, Filly Diamond Tiara, that was no older than 5 years old.

Wait! Diamond was delivered you by some... robot?

A Claptrap unit to be precise. And yes, Diamond was packaged to me by some anonymous sender

Anonymous sender?

We still don't know who sent it.

So not only were you kidnapped, but your mind was also erased!?

...Pretty much.

As I was saying...

Jack stared at the filly, and Diamond stared back at the strange creature, who stood & almost cowered in a corner. She got up on her hooves and walked to him.

"Stay back!!!" Jack yelled, on the edge of panicking. "I'l... I'll hurt ya!" She stopped and tilted her to the side.  

"Are... are you my daddy?" she asked. Jack stared at the small horse in front of him.

"Dad?" Angel asked in the other room. "What's going on?"

"Uh... nothing, sweetie!" He lied "Everything's alright!" Diamond turned to the slightly open door and walked to it. "Oh no! Don't you go in there!!!"

"I'm not doing anything."

"Not you! I'm talking about-!" Diamond opened the door. Jack heard Angel let out an adorable scream.

"A pony!!! Come here!!!"

"NO!!!" Jack ran into the room,but saw Angel having Diamond Tiara on her lap, stroking the filly's mane & ears. He blinked at the sight; the last time some animal came to Angel, it blew up into a gory mess.

"Who's a good fiwwy? Yes you is! Yes you is!"

"I'm a good filly!" Diamond spoke cheerfully. Angel went silent and stopped stroking Diamond Tiara.

"...Dad?"

"I don't know, Angel." Jack replied. "I don't even think it is a horse... pony... whatever." Diamond Tiara's ears perked and she turned to Jack.

"I'm Diamond Tiara!" She spoke. "Are you my family?"

"... uh... Well-"

"Please, Dad!" Angel begged "I've always wanted a little sister! I'll take good care of her! I won't hurt her!" Jack stared for a moment, then sighed in defeat.

"Alright, but will you listen to me and not complain?"

"Yes, dad!"

"Alright. That's a good girl." He leaned down and patted Diamond's head. "Y'know, you are kinda cute."

"I'm not cute! I'm adorable!" Diamond replied with a pout. Jack chuckled.

"Heh, I think you, Angel, and I are going to get along just fine. Wonder what Moxxi will think of you?"

"And I never meet her." Diamond spoke, standing up from her bed

"...Why?" Filthy asked

"Let's just say the place she was working at wasn't exactly the best place to bring a pony," Jack answered "let alone, a child. Plus, her innuendos. You wouldn't believe how many she drops a day!

"But you sounded so Adorable, Diamond!" Silver commented "It's like how we meet! By the way, where's Angel?" Both Diamond and Jack went silent, their cheerful expressions turning... a bit angered. Spoiled could see how they looked

"I don't think she's-"

"Please," Diamond interrupted "let us tell the story here. I won't explain much, but I grew up in the years with my new family, and that's when we saw Angel's true potential."

"Yes." Jack added "Diamond was around your age, Silver Spoon, and I tried to make sure she didn't see, but she saw what I saw."

"What was that?" Silver Spoon asked

"Violence, Madness, lawlessness," Diamond listed off "but, more importantly, my love of guns. Oh~... Guns." She practically drooled

"Let's get back to the story, Diamond." Jack spoke. She blushed as she shook herself out of the phase.

"Oh! Sorry, just had some other ideas of guns we could make & sell. In fact, while we're telling the stories, I wanna redecorate my room a bit, show some trophies to you on what happened!" She pulled a device out from her Metalic arm. "Bring the first wave of trophies here! And decorate my room to look like my office, posters included! Do this in less than an hour, and you all get both a raise and a high five. Okay, thanks." She put the device away "Sorry. This story is what most people call, 'Borderlands'" Next Chapter: Meet the Vault Hunters. Estimated time remaining: 26 Minutes