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Cottony has a minion!
Patches the Precious
Patches the Precious
Cottony
Legacy Name: Cottony
The
Nostalgic NoktoaOwner: Steve
Age: 10 years, 6 months, 3 weeks
Born: September 11th, 2015
Adopted: 6 years, 8 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: July 28th, 2019
Statistics
- Level: 8
- Strength: 20
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 15
- Books Read: 15
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Stupendous Shelf Stocker Supreme
--- Chapter One: The Mother and the Father
Darkness. All I could see was darkness. I don't know where I am but for some reason I feel at ease. A gentle hand is holding me, slowly sticking a needle in my body. It should've hurt but it didn't. I wonder what's going on? I could hear their breath and trying their best not to mess up as they poke the needle in and out.
"I'm done!" they shouted.
I slowly opened my eyes and found myself surrounded by people and, a young woman who was grinning ear to ear.
"Took you three whole months to finish him, though."
"Pshaw, I was procrastinating. Sorry~"
"Well, he's now done, try talking to him."
Talk? To me? I'm not sure how to respond to conversations. In fact, this is my first time, the very first time I'll be able to talk.
"Hmm, he isn't responding." she frowned.
The young man tilted his head examining me from all corners. Unlike the young woman, his hands were big and rough. "You DID put the essence in the plush, right?"
"I did...! Umm...let me try talking to him again." she answered. She looks really troubled and tried talking to me again with a softer voice.
"Can you...speak?"
"...hoot." I answered. I don't really know what to say but all I could let out was a hoot but apparently, it satisfied her and laughed. "It's a success!" then she looked at me intensely and added "You, your name is Cotton."
Me? My name is Cotton? I looked around and tried flapping my wings and got the gist I'm a stuffed plush. I guess she's not that good at naming.
I remember from a distant past, people, women who create another life is called Mother. I suppose, this woman is my Mother?
"Mother...?" I uttered the word without a thought. She looked at me, shocked but it made her smile even more.
"Hee hee hee...well, that's adorable! Well, you should know our real names though! I'm Chamomile--"
Chamomile? I never heard somebody named after that kind of herb but it's a pretty name and it suits her.
"--and this is Adrian." she pointed at the young man. Now to think about it, he's taller than Chamomile. In fact, she's quite a petite person.
"But you can still call me "mother" if you want, Cotton. You can call Adrian as your daddy too...hehe." she shrewdly looked at him and started to make a very weird giggle and ran away from Adrian who's clearly not amused by it.
"You silly girl." he sighed. "Well, I'm not really into this but, you can call me whatever you want." he turned his back on me and sighed again, looking at Chamomile with a tired look.
"Hnn, you don't have to be always grumpy, Adrian. We recently made a new family member, we should greet him with a BLAM!" she jumped again. Chamomile is very energetic. More like, too energetic. Apparently I have no idea as of why Adrian puts up with it but he seem to genuinely care about her regardless of her overly-active personality.
"Think of Cotton. He's probably tired, Cham." he turned Chamomile's head and pointed at me. She was shocked and gently scooped me up. "I'm sorry, Cotton. I was just...too excited." she frowned. She started rocking me slowly while humming a gentle tune. She held me closer and felt her warmth. It was very comforting. "Mama..." I said it again but I guess there's nothing wrong with it...I'm happy to be born, Mother. Thank you for being my mother.
--- Chapter Two: Patches
The next morning, I woke up in a little crib. It was filled with soft, blankets and pillows with my name sewn on the corner. I looked at the surroundings, the room was very vintage with lots of knitted things. I wonder where did mother go?
"Mama!" I called out. I hope it was loud enough. It sounded like more of a squeak than a word, though.
Then, I heard loud stomping, they're running towards my room. I think it's mother.
"Yes? Cotton? Did you call?" she was panting and was wearing an apron. I bet she was cooking something. "Right, do you like your room? It's not that big and all but I hope you like it!" she added."It's very pretty. I like it." I nodded. To be honest, it gives off a homely vibe and I prefer it this way.
"Oh, right. I have a present for you, Cotton! A gift for being here with us." she kissed me on the head and patted me. She slowly backed away for two steps and revealed a covered little knitted basket with a ribbon. "Open it~" she whispered.
I opened the little basket and what surprised me was a tiny, little plush kitten (around two inches) that was soundly asleep.
"I made it for you so you have a friend! Do you like her?" she smiled.
"Oooh...yes." I couldn't reply properly. I was too amazed and happy to see something so tiny and alive.
"..achoo!" the little kitten sneezed, causing her to roll to my wing and woke up. She titled her head at me and started rolling around my wings. "meow! meow!" I think, I take it that the kitten likes me...?
"Well, give her a name, Cotton!" Mother giggled. I thought about it and all I could think of was...
"Patches."
I am also bad at naming things. I got it from mother.
Darkness. All I could see was darkness. I don't know where I am but for some reason I feel at ease. A gentle hand is holding me, slowly sticking a needle in my body. It should've hurt but it didn't. I wonder what's going on? I could hear their breath and trying their best not to mess up as they poke the needle in and out.
"I'm done!" they shouted.
I slowly opened my eyes and found myself surrounded by people and, a young woman who was grinning ear to ear.
"Took you three whole months to finish him, though."
"Pshaw, I was procrastinating. Sorry~"
"Well, he's now done, try talking to him."
Talk? To me? I'm not sure how to respond to conversations. In fact, this is my first time, the very first time I'll be able to talk.
"Hmm, he isn't responding." she frowned.
The young man tilted his head examining me from all corners. Unlike the young woman, his hands were big and rough. "You DID put the essence in the plush, right?"
"I did...! Umm...let me try talking to him again." she answered. She looks really troubled and tried talking to me again with a softer voice.
"Can you...speak?"
"...hoot." I answered. I don't really know what to say but all I could let out was a hoot but apparently, it satisfied her and laughed. "It's a success!" then she looked at me intensely and added "You, your name is Cotton."
Me? My name is Cotton? I looked around and tried flapping my wings and got the gist I'm a stuffed plush. I guess she's not that good at naming.
I remember from a distant past, people, women who create another life is called Mother. I suppose, this woman is my Mother?
"Mother...?" I uttered the word without a thought. She looked at me, shocked but it made her smile even more.
"Hee hee hee...well, that's adorable! Well, you should know our real names though! I'm Chamomile--"
Chamomile? I never heard somebody named after that kind of herb but it's a pretty name and it suits her.
"--and this is Adrian." she pointed at the young man. Now to think about it, he's taller than Chamomile. In fact, she's quite a petite person.
"But you can still call me "mother" if you want, Cotton. You can call Adrian as your daddy too...hehe." she shrewdly looked at him and started to make a very weird giggle and ran away from Adrian who's clearly not amused by it.
"You silly girl." he sighed. "Well, I'm not really into this but, you can call me whatever you want." he turned his back on me and sighed again, looking at Chamomile with a tired look.
"Hnn, you don't have to be always grumpy, Adrian. We recently made a new family member, we should greet him with a BLAM!" she jumped again. Chamomile is very energetic. More like, too energetic. Apparently I have no idea as of why Adrian puts up with it but he seem to genuinely care about her regardless of her overly-active personality.
"Think of Cotton. He's probably tired, Cham." he turned Chamomile's head and pointed at me. She was shocked and gently scooped me up. "I'm sorry, Cotton. I was just...too excited." she frowned. She started rocking me slowly while humming a gentle tune. She held me closer and felt her warmth. It was very comforting. "Mama..." I said it again but I guess there's nothing wrong with it...I'm happy to be born, Mother. Thank you for being my mother.
--- Chapter Two: Patches
The next morning, I woke up in a little crib. It was filled with soft, blankets and pillows with my name sewn on the corner. I looked at the surroundings, the room was very vintage with lots of knitted things. I wonder where did mother go?
"Mama!" I called out. I hope it was loud enough. It sounded like more of a squeak than a word, though.
Then, I heard loud stomping, they're running towards my room. I think it's mother.
"Yes? Cotton? Did you call?" she was panting and was wearing an apron. I bet she was cooking something. "Right, do you like your room? It's not that big and all but I hope you like it!" she added."It's very pretty. I like it." I nodded. To be honest, it gives off a homely vibe and I prefer it this way.
"Oh, right. I have a present for you, Cotton! A gift for being here with us." she kissed me on the head and patted me. She slowly backed away for two steps and revealed a covered little knitted basket with a ribbon. "Open it~" she whispered.
I opened the little basket and what surprised me was a tiny, little plush kitten (around two inches) that was soundly asleep.
"I made it for you so you have a friend! Do you like her?" she smiled.
"Oooh...yes." I couldn't reply properly. I was too amazed and happy to see something so tiny and alive.
"..achoo!" the little kitten sneezed, causing her to roll to my wing and woke up. She titled her head at me and started rolling around my wings. "meow! meow!" I think, I take it that the kitten likes me...?
"Well, give her a name, Cotton!" Mother giggled. I thought about it and all I could think of was...
"Patches."
I am also bad at naming things. I got it from mother.
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