Information

Fond
Legacy Name: Fond

The

Chibi Bhakoru
Owner:

Weedle

Age: 12 years, 6 months, 3 weeks

Born: October 15th, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 6 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: October 15th, 2011

Nominate Pet for Spotlight

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Story

Oh, hello there? Who are you? Have you come to play with me?

The Finding came slowly, a soft breath upon my face, breathing life into me. Cotton and stuffing and button eyes wrapped tight in soft fabric slowly becoming something more. I was there before the Finding, of course, we all are. But it is a different type of being, as if in a deep sleep, an unknowing. I felt pudgy hands squeeze me close. I breathed a soft scent. For the first time I knew my girl and I loved her.

Hello Fond, she smiled at me. All pigtails and freckles and bright eyes.

Hello little one, hello my girl, I have Found you at last.

I watched my girl grow, from a toddler to a child. New toys joined us and they too were Found, but I knew she loved me best and so I wasn't scared. We played, drank lemonade, held teaparties with imaginary friends. We chased cats, ran from dogs, whispered secrets by torchlight. I wiped her tears, and in the dark when the nightmare creatures came, I cuddled close and comforted and chased monsters away. With love and hope and dreams I fed my girl, and my girl grew.

I watched protectively as she played with other children. I went everywhere with her. One day she climbed a tree and fell. I knew it was my fault, that I should have loved her more, loved her safe. But my girl forgave me. I comforted her as best I could, fussing over her plastered arm and doing cartwheels on her bed to make her smile again. I loved her well again with every stich in my body, every inch of fabric, every beat of my heart. All the while I protected my girl, and my girl grew.

Eventually the other toys stopped talking and I knew they were slowly being Lost. It was a sad feeling, a lonely feeling, but I understood. My girl could not love them as much as she loved me. They could not remain without her love. Though we played less often, my girl still came to me, still held me close every night. It was enough. I still watched over her but her nightmares were different, no longer containing monsters, but people with hidden secrets behind their eyes. It was hard for me to tell the difference between good dreams and bad, but I tried. I tried to protect my girl. Goodbye Fond, she said each day as she left for school. I was proud of my girl, and my girl grew.

Soon things began changing. The first time my girl forgot me, I lay on the floor beside her bed, worrying. Who would fend off her nightmares now? I called to her but she didn't notice. So I loved her and hoped that was enough to keep the bad dreams at bay. Soon I was spending most nights on the floor and eventually I was moved to a shelf above her bed. I knew my girl was forgetting me slowly, but I understood. It was my job to love her and expect nothing in return. But I missed my girl and loved her and hoped that love was enough. After a while I began to feel strange and slow, some days it was hard for me to even lift my head. It was some time before I realised that I was being Lost. I panicked, calling to my girl as she entered the room, but she never even looked at me. So I loved her. I loved her to me with my whole being, I loved her until I felt my seams would burst and my heart would break. She didn't come to me. I wondered what had happened to my girl. To my plump, bright eyed, smiling girl with pudgy hands who had whispered Hello Fond and Found me. But I knew the answer. My girl grew.

Most days now I am not me. I am still here, but barely. I feel tired and old, when I feel at all. My vision is blurred and I can no longer speak, not even whisper. Sometimes I think I am vanishing, but I know my body is still there, heavy and holding me trapped. I tell myself that it was not her love that kept me here, but her imagination. I won't believe that she stopped loving me, but I can accept that she stopped believing. It's not a sad feeling, not really. It was sad at first of course, understanding that it was the end, that my girl was Lost to me. But after that came a numbness and a kind of forgetting. More often than not I float halfway between here and there, not knowing which is which or what I am, or who. Soon there will be no more feelings.