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Puffy has a minion!

Dream the Kopal

Puffy
Legacy Name: Puffy

The

Common Experiment #7777
Owner:

Duck_733

Age: 13 years, 10 months, 3 weeks

Born: May 22nd, 2010

Adopted: 8 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: November 24th, 2015

Pet Spotlight Winner
October 28th, 2018

Statistics

Level: 5
Strength: 10
Defense: 7
Speed: 10
Health: 8
HP: 8/8
Intelligence: 9
Books Read: 9
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

"Everything you can imagine is real." -Pablo Picasso

Reality can be as fluid as time. In this reality, I am not real. Not anymore. Once I was as real as any friend to my owner. We went on grand adventures, laughed in the sunshine, and tumbled in the grass. We drank carrot juice until we turned orange. We cuddled up in the dark and kept the nightmares away for each other.

Then my owner grew up.

She didn't imagine me anymore, and only remembered me with vague nostalgia. Now when she thinks of my name, the image she sees is a cotton toy of the same name. She doesn't remember how she dreamed me one night when she was too young to realize how many animals she melded together. But I remember her. My imaginary friend. Though some of the other dreams tease me about being so attached after being forgotten, in my reality, she is still very real.

She has changed over the years.

Instead of laughing in the sunshine she wears a slight smile in the shade, as if she can't bring herself to do a proper belly-laugh. She stopped drinking carrot juice, now her treat is a stinky drink that makes her silly. She doesn't roll in the grass, she doesn't even walk barefoot in it anymore! Now her adventures feel dangerous rather than full of mischievous glee. I wish I could keep the nightmares away but they got so strong, so very strong, and she made them stronger by trying to lock them away. Looking at her makes me feel sad sometimes, but I still watch over her. Lately I feel closer to her when I try and reach out in dreams, like she's finally ready to play again. I hope so! It's lonely being forgotten, and I really want to make her laugh again. A proper belly-laugh in the sunlight. Then we can fight the nightmares together, and go on even grander adventures then ever before.

Story and profile by:

Duck