it was Christmas Eve, your mother gave you a paper where you will write down what you want for tomorrow. You smile as you write down his name—Scaramouche. You know he's not real but a plushie of him would do.

Later that night, it was 12 pm, you woke up from a thud, coming from the living room. You have no choice but to see what made the ruckus. You opened the lights of the living room, only to see something unexpected..It was Scara, tied up with a ribbon, mouth covered with a tape.