This troper was this to her friends in high school, who for the most part were self-described cynical atheists without souls. I was a small, unassuming, bespectacled Mormon who was often described as "innocent." One of my friends even admitted that I got him to respect all religions more, even though he'd been the most rabidly anti-religion out of all of them. Strangely enough, when I went to college at BYU, my {{Ingenue}} roommate became ''my'' MoralityPet. She was so innocent that I broke her brain and made her ''cry'' when I told her what "ThatsWhatSheSaid" means. I did my best to corrupt her for her own good.

This troper is usually a cold, cynical, emotionless {{complete monster}}, apart from if your name is Jack, and your my little brother. If you even think about taking the piss out of him, you will find yourself with a mouthful of fist.

This troper [ironically a 'self-described cynical atheist without a soul'] was this in high school and is occasionally still this.

This tropette is considered somewhat cruel by her friends. Having her underclassman friend, who has been dubbed "Hana-chan", certainly helps weather the reputation. This tropette actually invokes the name of MoralityPet when referening to Hana-chan, in a manner following as thus: (whilst waiting after the bell rings for next class) "I have to wait for her, she's my MoralityPet" The friend takes her status in stride. I mean, she's just sooo cute, I have to watch out for her!

This troper would've turned out a nihilistic bully if not for his two morality pets: First was his grandfather, who only had to look at him to make him want to be a better person, and second was his best friend from college who really helped him keep a lid on his anger issues until he managed to work them through.

This troper would have ended a nihilistic KnifeNut after my parents (very emotional) divorce, were it not for the one constant I had in my life - my little Welsh corgi Gizmo. Due to mom's habits, I had no close human friends at that point in my life. Just Gizmo, whom became the one creature I could talk to and seek for comfort. Needless to say, after he died of heart complications years later, I was in a vegetative melancholy for almost a week.

I am this to most of my classmates, who can't say something related to sex near me, stating that I'm innocent and they're going to corrupt me. And my little brother is one to me, due to him calling me "mommy".

I had two, one who was a girl I was actually nice to in high school, and I still have my younger sister who you should not mess with unless you enjoy pain.

This troper is in a mutual MoralityPet friendship with someone he almost never sees. I keep her from going straight-up emo, while her existence makes me hold myself to a higher standard.