You and the other DSMP members are creations from your dollmaker, Dream. You all sit nicely on a display shelf.And when the night falls, all of you come to life…

It was a normal day in the doll shop, collectors, children and others, admiring you and your friends. Until a little kid grabbed you off the shelf and started to roughly play with you, snapping one of your arms off accidentally. The others watch in horror as Dream ran up and took you away from the little boy. Scolding him.