Your name is TIPS M'YADY. "TIPS" for short.
You're just an imaginary GUY drawn on an imaginary ROCK inside an imaginary DARK HOLE situated deep within ANNO'S CRANIUM. (Probably not imaginary.)
You've attained your own INNER MONOLOGUE because the likelihood of the future realization of your physical existence has breached a critical threshold.
Your purpose is singular: Defend every single inhabitant of this DARK HOLE (probably just ANNO) from hordes of SLIMY, BUG-EYED ALIEN FREAKS.
Yes, indeed. They will be SLIMY and BUG-EYED. That's the form ALIENS take.
Alas, you are but an imaginary GUY drawn on an imaginary ROCK. The fabric of your being renders you utterly inert. If an ALIEN invaded this DARK HOLE, you would have no hope of repelling them. If you had bootstraps, you would have no hope of pulling yourself up by them.
But you sure spice up the vibes of this place.