Archer's origin story
Archer awoke stretching as he got out of bed, the six year old fox walked to the bathroom stripped off his pull up and started a bath.
Archer bathed and clothed before going to school, a day that was pretty normal. Getting home though he felt like something was wrong, grandpa wasn't home, and grandma seemed a little sad. That night though was the worst when everyone sat around his bed crying and praying. Archer had been confused at first but soon he learned that his papa had died, his papa had been everything to him. He had trouble dealing with this fact, anger problems soon followed.
Two years later Archer was still in pull-ups not that grandma doesn't try, he just couldn't let them go, he'd stopped wetting the bed but grandma didn't know that, but one day he didn't make it to the bathroom at school and grandma made him start wearing them to school, Mrs. Skinner was fine with it and so kind. Archer was so scared that someone would find out, but no one ever did. Finally grandma put her foot down when Archer was nine and said.
"No more, I can't afford it anymore." Surprisingly Archer hated losing them, and for years got them however and whenever he could, hiding it from his parents. At fifteen he moved in with his uncle and Aunt, adjusting to new school life was hard and he had the urge for diapers even more. Within the next year he managed to get an adopted kitten and his younger cousin a one month old Dingo pup came to live with him soon after his sixteenth birthday adopted a fox too.
Archer now sat on his couch longingly watching Tails and Jade play in their diapers, the now nine month old Dingo pup on his lap, sleep. His life was fine as it was now, but it could have been better leading up to now, he thought.