He didn’t know how he did it. After so many years, those belts broke from how long they had kept him lifted up, and he was able to drag himself out of the playhouse, and keep living. After so many years, bearing the pain, the feeling of his insides threatening to fall out at any moment, he had managed to Free himself. He had a chance. A slim one, but, a chance.

Overtime he managed to help fix himself, he was smart, after all. He had sewn his bottom half back up (which hurt a ton, but, it was much better then feeling his insides drag across the floor), and had even been working on his own prosthetic, using one left behind by the kids as a reference. He hated how it reminded him of the slaughter, the hour of joy. That he had partaken in. But he couldn’t focus on that. Now, he needed more supplies.

One paw in front of the other, he dragged himself around, a small backpack on his back for anything he may find. He had no idea how it fit him, but, he managed to get it on once he loosened the straps as much as possible. Soon, he turned a corner, but, he heard a sound. Not a floorboard creaking or something falling, no. A person. Maybe a human somehow? Another toy?? A kid?! He knew it wasn’t catnap, catnap couldn’t make this noise, so he quickly dragged himself over to see what it was. Despite his fast nature from before, he slowly and curiously peaked over to where he heard the strange noise, an ear slightly lifting in curiosity.