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Hitogoroshi has a minion!

Sin the Dark Creepy Thing

Hitogoroshi
Legacy Name: Hitogoroshi

The Nostalgic Kumos

Owner: Frisk_911

Age: 15 years, 1 week, 5 days

Born: April 30th, 2009

Adopted: 11 years, 5 months ago

Adopted: December 12th, 2012

Statistics

• Level: 25
   
• Strength: 64
   
• Defense: 62
   
• Speed: 64
   
• Health: 62
   
• HP: 50/62
   
• Intelligence: 2
   
• Books Read: 2
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

I was made by my little girl today. When the store clerk finally placed in my heart among my fluff and sewed me up, I could see her eyes light up. She quickly grabbed me from the woman and held me tight. This was the happiest day of my life. Running over to name me, I watched her happily type. 'Mr. Woofers'' was the name on the screen. Not very original, but it was the one SHE gave me. That alone was enough. We're heading home now. Home...

Day 2:

She takes me everywhere, my lil Emily. Mother yells at her for bringing me to the table at meals so eventually I get left in the living room. I don't like being alone. I want to be with her. Why won't mother understand. I don't wanna be alone again. Ah, Emily's back. She picks me up and hugs me tight making me forget my fears. I love my little girl and she loves me too.

Day 10:

Our play time seems to be getting shorter and shorter these days. Mother won't allow her to take me to school so I must wait at home. My mind wonders when she's not around. I find myself questioning if Emily still loves me. Of course my Emily loves me as I love her. But I can't help but feel that she is growing apart from me. It saddens me. I hear her, she's home. Emily has come to get me. She squeezes me tight and sits me on the desk while she does her homework. That night she snuggles me close and I dream of all the fun we'll have tomorrow.

Day 34:

Emily hasn't come home from school yet. There are no clubs today. I don't understand. Mother comes in, tears streaming her face. She sits on the bed next to me. Looking over, she picks me up and holds me so our eyes meet. "Well Mr. Woofers." She let out a small whine and hiccup, "Emily won't be coming home anymore." Mother brought me to her chest and started crying. "Why, why did someone kill my baby?!? She was an innocent little girl!" Killed? Emily? Never coming back? If I had tear ducts I would be crying right along Mother. For now, I offer her silent comfort in our darkest hour.

Day 56:

Ever since that day, Mother's been keeping me in her room. All of the other toys and items of Emily's have been packed up and donated to needy children. I alone stay in the house. My presence seems to give Mother comfort but also remind her that our Emily will never be back to fight with her about taking me everywhere. Sometimes she even snuggles me at night. I try to help Mother. But Father finds it creepy and wants to throw me out. I fear Mother is losing ground. I fear Father...

Day 60:

Mother and Father fight about me again today. I can see Mother is growing tired. Father just won't quit. My worst fears have come to pass. He is making Mother get rid of me, but she refuses to throw me in the trash. A small victory. She takes me down to a local donation center where she hopes a new little boy or girl will give me a new, loving home. I'll never forget Mother or Emily. I'll NEVER forgive Father...

Day 64:

Today a little girl picked me up. She begged her father to get me for her, who with a smile, nodded. She squeezed me tight. This little girl reminded me of Emily, but this wasn't my Emily. Her name was Sarah and she dubbed me 'Fluffy'. She seemed to love me so I guess I can try to love her too. We are off to my new home.

Day 79:

Life was good for a while with Sarah. Her parents never told her she couldn't bring me to the table at meals or not to take me to school. I went everywhere with her. But something was off. Her brother, a boy named Daniel, would often sneak into her room and steal some of her barbie dolls or other assorted toys. I'd never see said toys again. Sarah would cry, not knowing where they had gone. If only I had a voice box...I could tell her her brother's evil deeds. But like with Mother and Emily, I can only offer Sarah silent comfort.

Day 97:

Daniel turned his sights on me now. Sarah was in the bathroom, she usually left me behind for fear of getting me dirty. He walks over and grabs me. Running back to his room, he shuts his door and gives me an evil grin. "What's wrong, Fluffy..." My name was said with such distaste. "How about a make-over?" The boy really wasn't asking me anything, nor did he wait for a reply if I could. He grabbed my right button eye and began to pull. My mouth was sewn shut so I couldn't even let out a voiceless scream of agony. I kept wishing Sarah was here to make him stop. With a terrible ripping sound, my right eye just hung there by a single thread. It hurts so much. I begged for Sarah to come find me, end this torture. My prayers would go unanswered. Next he got a pair of scissors. Snipping them closer and closer to my left ear. With one quick motion, my ear was gone, laying motionless on the floor with a silent thud. I was in so much pain. Sarah...help me.... Daniel then got a knife. Oh my heavens what was he going to do now. Raising it slightly, he slashed my right back leg. He then rolled me onto my stomach and slashed my abdomen. The boy seemed pleased with himself. So this is why I never saw the toys come back. They were mutilated. Daniel was now bored with my pain, tossing me into a bag full of trash. I vowed revenge. A plush can only take so much. I pray to be able to move, to be able to exact my revenge. My prayers this time didn't go unanswered...

Night 97:

Once the darkness had fallen and Daniel asleep, I crawled painfully out of the trash bag. I looked around with my good eye and spotted his torture kit. Slowly moving over to it, my back leg hindering me most. I spotted a needle and thread. My lucky night. Taking it out once I got the box open, I began to patch myself up. Sadly, being a plush and all, I did a horrible job. I was no longer cute, I was hideous. My ear was nowhere to be found. That mattered not anymore. I grabbed the knife Daniel had used on me, some rope, and a sock and began to walk to his bed. I climbed up, sneaking softly over to his sleeping form. He's a back sleeper.... good. I sat down on his chest and smiled, stretching the stitching of my mouth. Daniel... He stirred. DANIEL His eyes shot open. What's wrong Daniel? Before he could reply, I stuffed the sock in his mouth and tied his wrists and feet to the bed. How about a make-over? He was petrified. I could smell his fear, it was sweet. Who said revenge was bitter? I walked over, holding the knife. Raising it over his right eye, I plunged the steel blade deep into the socket. Blood splattered my once clean fur, but I didn't care. He tried to scream in agony. No one would hear him. No one would come to help him. HE WAS MINE! Next I grabbed the scissors on his bedside table. Getting close to his left ear, I opened and closed them repeatedly. I could see him sweating, his breathing was heavy. In one quick snip, his ear fell like mine, silently onto the bed. Tears rolled down his face. I picked up the knife again, walking to his right back leg. A slash here cause my feet to get all soaked in blood. I was a mess.... On to the stomach. I could see him trying to beg me to stop. You never stopped for me....did you Daniel? I tilted my head. I was in so much pain. But don't worry. It's almost over. With that said, I ripped open his abdomen. Hm, it didn't kill him, but it must have hurt. I smirked evilly. Grabbing one of his intestines, I looped it around his neck like a collar and leash. Goodbye Daniel. It was fun 'playing' with you. I pulled the squishy body part till I cut off his windpipe. I could see him struggling to breath. I watched as the last minutes of life drained from him. Once I was sure he was dead, I let go. I had did it, my revenge on the boy was done. But.... I would never see Sarah again. I couldn't look her in the eye, not with my mangled form. I was hideous. Jumping down, I padded to Sarah's room and looked in on her. Sleeping with tears in her eyes. Oh sweet Sarah. Don't fret. Find a new friend to love and this time.... I wanted to cry. They won't be taken away. I left my house with a mission. My revenge wasn't complete. One last thing remained. My bloody knife glistened in the pale light of the moon...FATHER!

Night 113:

It took me longer than I had expected to get to my old home. There was no worry about Emily seeing me like this. She'd never see me again. Climbing up, I opened the window since they never locked them. I made my way up stairs to the master bedroom. I heard fighting. Father was yelling bitterly at Mother. She seemed depressed, not the same woman I knew. Suddenly I heard a thud and all was quiet. Blood began to flow out under the door. Mother? No it couldn't be....no nononononono NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I jumped up and opened the door. Or at least cracked it open. Mother's lifeless body lay on the other side, her head bashed in. Father stood there, breathing heavily, a few feet away with an aluminum bat. Then he noticed me. He was surprised. Why why did you hurt Mother? Why? WHY?!?! Father swung the bat and hit me across the room. I no longer felt the pain. Getting up and walked over to him and he struck me again. This repeated until he was too tired to swing anymore, collapsing on the floor. Why? He seemed panicked when he saw my knife. Why? I drew closer. He had nowhere to run. Why? I jumped on his chest and opened my mouth in a maniacal grin. WHY? Father screamed but it was cut to a gurgle as I slit his throat. I watched his life drain away in satisfaction. I had completed it. But I was still angry. I had lost everything. I had gained nothing. I collapsed next to Mother after stashing my knife in my stomach fluff. The police came and started an investigation. It ended as a cold case. Plush don't have fingerprints. Once done with me, they threw me in the trash outside.

Day 666:

A little girl brought me home today. Her name is Daisy. We're going to be best friends forever! An evil smirk crosses my face...FOREVER

Pet Treasure

Useless Rusty Knife

Baseball Bat

Pet Friends