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Jack the Norburt

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`` adhorrent reality

The morning sun was blinding. Sunlight was truly a blessing; it provided life, it provided light, along with the tiniest slivers of hope. The sunlight peered through the windows of the small, lonely toy shop, beaming its warmth to the creaky wooden floors, appearing as if they hadn't been polished in years. The wooden shelves, stuffed with plush animals, had obviously seen better days. The tiny shop was cluttered and layers upon layer of dust rested on various objects; the tables, the top of the shelves, the ancient ceiling fans and antique furniture. Such a sorrowful, unkempt place would have normally been disgusting to any eyes who dared to peer through the windows, past the stained curtains- this small shop, to others, had a homely atmosphere, especially when bathed in the warming rays of the morning sun.

Jude woke up in the glorious rays, toasty in a warm, fluffy blue plaid blanket. Reaching one delicate, white-furred paw into the familiar texture of the cozy bed, the pup finally managed to forcefully peel his eyelids apart when the expected, usual warmth of a human body wasn't there. Drowsy and stumbling as if he were intoxicated with alcohol, the canine sprawled his four legs, joints creaky from remaining in the same position throughout his slumber. Blueberry muffin-resembling fur fluffed from his body as he jumped from the edge of the bed, claws clicking against the floor as he eagerly trotted down the hallway, passing his beloved squeaky penguin, Jack, along the way.

Ah, there he was.

Middle-aged, forehead and rusty brown hair dripping with sweat, sat the very man that kept Jude's sanity. The man, rather short and rough around the edges in regards to appearance, plowed away at his newest creation with a wooden hammer grasped tightly in his large and calloused hands. Coffee brown eyes concentrated on his newest toy, a simple train yet to be painted, he fastened the last nail and leaned back slightly. He had been so concentrated that he practically had his nose buried in his work- literally.

"Douglas?" A tiny voice quietly interrupted the silence, causing the rough man to whip his head in Jude's general direction. His pupils darted a few times before finally finding his canine companion much lower on the ground than he expected- it was as if Douglas was in a constant state of forgetting how small his dear friend was compared to the other plush toys in his shop.

"Ey there!" His voice resembled that of a raspy smoker's, but was laced with the healthiest amount of kindness one could possibly find. With the sound of his human's voice, Jude's fluffy tail began to flash into a soft wag as he pranced over to the man.

"It's a nice train," The pup remarked, his voice barely above a whisper. For some reason he was so incredibly shy around Douglas; he knew he owed the man his life and was simply unable to loosen up, although Douglas was the cheeriest goof he had ever known. He also couldn't help but flinch when the man let out a loud, hearty laugh.

"Why, thank ya! I've been up all mornin' workin' on it, y'know. Didn't exactly have the heart to wake ya up!"

Jude's tail couldn't help but wag around the man. Constantly. It halted to a faded stop as his ears lifted with curiosity. He directed his gaze up to his dear friend. "Douglas... why do you continue to make toys? You barely make a profit..."

Douglas didn't think about his reply- he never did. The instant he was asked a question, no matter how complex, words spewed out of his mouth. Although it might have seemed reckless to some, in Jude's eyes, it only proved that he was an honest man, which he so deeply respected. "If I didn't make toys, fellas like yaself wouldn't have hope."

He were to never ask that question again. Jude remembered the past so clearly in his mind; a question like that made Jude sick to know it had come out of his very jaws.

It had been a bitterly cold December night...

I will eventually write his entire story, but here's a summary for you. :3 Abhorrent Reality, a.k.a. Jude, eventually started off as a commission from a rich family. They hired a toy maker to make their daughter a plush dog and then use magic to bring him to life as a Christmas present. Their daughter was absolutely ecstatic and revolved her life around her plush puppy. But, as the years dripped by, she eventually grew up into her older teenage years and lost her interest in toys. Jude spent a large majority of his life under the girl's bed, collecting dust. When the girl was kidnapped and later found dead, Jude finally began to realize that life was not sugar and rainbows as he was naive enough to believe, and instead, it was a abhorrent reality. He runs away from home and eventually comes across Douglas, a toy maker who's in danger of going out of business. Douglas' compassionate and friendly personality finally begins to crack the wall that Jude had put up around himself to avoid being hurt, and now they both live inside of their toy shop as faithful companions.