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Fatso_752
Legacy Name: Fatso_752
The
Sun DillemaOwner: -Jesse-
Age: 15 years, 2 months, 5 days
Born: January 26th, 2011
Adopted: 15 years, 2 months, 5 days ago
Adopted: January 26th, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
A factory reject who was once a little girl's favorite toy, Fatso was a Sun Dillema plush. Yet the little girl loved him anyway. His size a mere foot. Her Brother though, was less fond of Fatso and had given him his name which the little girl was too young to realize was an insult. Her brother would steal him and beat on him and toss him around. Once the boy ripped his arm off and the little girl started to cry, which her parents weren't pleased about doing and sewed his arm back on. Besides dealing with the brother, Fatso had a decent happy life. Until one day, the brother stole Fatso while the little girl was asleep and tossed him in the trash. The little girl slept in late that day, and awoke to late to notice he was missing, and by then, he was in the garbage truck driving to the dump. Fatso cried and cried, not knowing what his little girl would do without him and terrified of his fate. He was very mad at the brother who had done this to him and his little girl. As he reached the dump, the trash was sorted, and he was to go to the incinerator. As he slowly went down the conveyor belt towards his doom, he thought to himself ways to get back at the brother if he could get out. As the flames grew more intense, his fabric began to singe. He began to cry. Then, it happened. He was burned until suddenly total hatred took over his soul. He despised the brother for this. He despised the little girl for letting this happen. He despised the parents for not checking the trash. They hated him all along he thought. Hatred took over and he started to stand up slowly. He walked slowly out of the flames and started finding his way back to the home. Still on fire, he was luckily unnoticed as it was now midnight. Everyone in the neighborhood was asleep. He walked inside and disabled the alarms. He then set fire to the house. Walking into the brothers room, he lit up the room and the intensity of the light woke the brother. He screamed and the little sister ran in as Fatso was attacking the brother. She screamed and cried begging for him to stop. The parents awoke from the screaming and came in unfortunately too late to stop Fatso. The brother was barely hanging on to life. Covered in blood, Fatso stood up and walked toward the little girl why she let this happen to him. She pleaded with him as the father ran towards the plush with a large metal toy truck from the brothers shelf. The toy merely melted from the intensity of the flames Fatso was engulfed in. The father was thrown aside with telekinetic force. The girl screamed begging for him to stop. Fatso simply walked slowly to the girl demanding she stopped crying. As her tears hit him he winced and slowly he started to collapse. The impact of what he'd done hit him. He began to walk towards the little girl, closer and closer, the tears kept making him wince slowly with every tear, more of what he had done sank in until he collapsed at the little girls legs and wrapped his arms around her leg. The little girl looked down as tears were still rolling down her face. She picked him up and looked into his eyes. Seeing the beloved toy who she had once taken everywhere. Fatso tried to find the words to apologize for what he had done. The little girl simply said "I love you Fatso, and I always will" At that, his heart completely melted, tears formed at the corner of his eyes. The fire department arrived and put out the flames. The little girl made the parents tell the police that there was an intruder he beat the boy and set the house ablaze. The boy was rushed to the hospital in critical condition. Eventually he pulled through. The parents were able to move on after counseling and the two children as well. The night after the blaze, Fatso decided he should leave. He wrote a letter simply stating "I love you but I can't risk hurting you again. Don't Come looking for me. I don't want to be found. Goodbye. Love, Fatso" The girl was crushed but her parents told her it was for the best. The brother apologized to the little girl for abusing Fatso. She wrote Fatso a letter and put it in their secret hiding spot. She checked back the next day and it was gone. Fatso had forgiven him. The little girl knew and he left her a new stuffed animal. Later that year they moved far away as the parents were still nervous about the chances of another attack.But those were never Fatso intentions. He only wanted to love and be loved. Hatred fueled his revenge and he has since then lived in a cave not to far from where he once lived. He has been there ever since, gathering abused toys from the dump and awakening there spirits but without tapping into the dark power of Hatred. There they live and there they always will live for the rest of eternity.