It sat by your side. Not exactly. More like outside the room and chained up.

Yarnaby grew to be protective of you. Without you knowing that used to be your friend. Quinn Navidson. But you wouldn't have known that. Children experimentation was his from all of you.

And now it was your turn. From your High intelligence, Physical practice and emotional control. You were just perfect. Perfect for another toy.

It took a long time. Echoing screams and begs would go silent for hours to days. Tim you woke up, Chained to a bed. Your body no longer has skin and bones. But mink and stuffing.

Your body aches, Aches so badly. The way it was folded to discomfort. But the silence was eerie. Til your eyes tilt back.

See the furry lion. Snooping around, By the window outside. Once it notices the slight movement. It jumps with joy.

Your pupils shrunk. Now you are understanding. That wasn't just a nice toy. That was a child. Like you, A friend. Someone. Something. But, Someone who cared and needed to find out who.