Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26044574-20150126041423

I remember that day quite clearly.She spotted me from the end of the row,almost dropping the stuffed animal in her small hands.She walked up to me,kneeled down low and stared straight into my small eyes.I watched her lips spread into a smile as she wrapped her small hand around my waist.She had chosen me.I had never been so happy.

I am known by her as Brighty.A mere blip in her collection of toys,I hold every secret she’s ever told me.I am the keeper of all her common knowledge,placed in her realm to do only one thing-serve my master until the end.A mere stuffed rabbit is not what you would expect to see as a servant to an almighty figurehead of life.Not God or the Devil,but something more powerful.His name will be stated later,for it is considered...unimportant at the current time.Humans are his toys,you see.Objects such as that foul mouse icon and a square sea sponge amuse a handful of these toy’s across their planet.As seen in multiple instances,even toys have toys.And I am one of them.

My master sent me here to watch this race thrive off each other.But they are nothing more than the insignificant thorns of a rose bush,slicing into each other and infecting the entire population with the disease of the mind.You see each other as imperfections,failures to your own society.But to us you are perfect. A reality TV show to help us laugh after shedding our blood for our master.We sit and stare,smiles sewn onto our pretty little faces,floppy ears and sloppy thread-sewn eyes constantly looking towards you.You speak and we listen.You play and we join in.You share movie and books with us,and let us sleep with you-but wait,that's a bold lie.When night falls,you fear us.

That's right.We’re the toys that's smiles grow wicked as the room darkens.You often look to us an unexpected sounds.And your right to do that.If not,we’d inhale the sweet scent of your life force,waiting until our master tells us to strike.But we aren't always toys.We’re people,too. 