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Felt hands and arms wrapped around him. His body trembled as he sat on his bed, a low chittering sound coming from him. It was a somber sound, a sound that held tragedy and desperation. He'd read the nameplate over and over, 'Huggy Wuggy' it said. That wasn't his name, but.. but he didn't remember his name. His body shivered and shook as he sat in the darkness of his room, he could still hear the sound of her voice. Her voice in his head over and over again saying he was a bad toy. He wasn't a bad toy, he thought he wasn't at least. His teeth dug into his gums, sharp and cruel and unnatural. Low growls came out when he tried to call for Mommy, screeching when he tried to yell. He wasn't himself anymore. Blue felt fur over his skin, glossy eyes that hardly worked in the beginning, a mouth filled with teeth unknown to him. He couldn't even speak. To call for a mother he did not have, but for Mommy whom had always cared for him.
The Hour of Joy, is what Ollie had called it. The day the toys rose up against their tormentors. But he didn't feel so joyful anymore. In fact, he felt worse. Her voice played over and over again in his head. Telling him he was a bad toy. He wasn't a bad toy. He wasn't! He was doing as his friend told him! He pressed those felt hands against his face, feeling the smile forced upon his lips. He was smiling, but he wasn't happy. He wanted Mommy, but she was helping the other orphans while Ollie was busy at work taking away corpses of the bad people. He wished he had someone to take care of him, like Kissy Missy did with Poppy. Poppy cared about her so much. But where was his Poppy? Where was his caretaker who doted on his health and safety?
A quiet whimper came from him as he settled into his bed, he needed to sleep. But he just wasn't tired. His eyes refused to close. The lights were too bright, he shouldn't be moving in the light. Soft clicking sounds approached his room, he was up immediately, teeth bared. But what he saw was not Ollie, but a friendly face he remember many times before he was.. changed.
"Dear child, I can hear your heart trembled, worry not, Grandfather is here." Grandfather Long Legs said, a smile on his face as he lumbered his way over to his bed.
Whenever he was scared, Grandfather would be there. Kissy was supposed to be his designated calm buddy, but Grandfather was always there for him. He reached his long, thin arms out to Grandfather, to which Grandfather graciously takes the younger toy into his arms. Grandfather wrapped his long, rubbery arms around the felt toy. He began to hum gently, rocking the toy gently in his grasp. The scared little toy clung to Grandfather's chest, his felt arms wrapped tightly around him in such a way that'd it'd break any toy not designed for rough play.
"I have you, child, fear not. Let your breath slow, and let your worry melt away, Grandfather is here." Grandfather recited, his voice box worn and old, just like his appearance. Grandfather had been around for such a long time, longer than the toys could remember. The children often wondered if Grandfather had been the first toy come to life, but they knew better when they saw Ollie. The children then wondered if Grandfather liked Ollie. They were so different from one another.
"Child.." Grandfather's voice was gentle, the toy looked up at him, "Grandfather has brought you your friend."
The toy perked up immediately as he heard the sound of felt feet on the tiled floor. Pink fur, a friendly face finally. Kissy Missy ducked through the door, the toy was overjoyed to see her. Kissy trudged her way over to the toy and Grandfather, to which Grandfather pulled her into their little hug. Kissy wrapped her arms around the toy, nuzzling the side of his head in a way that was only comforting from her. Even in his darkest moments, he had friends, other toys who cared about him. He wasn't alone. Not anymore. He had Kissy, and he had Grandfather.