You were a teenager, but nobody really cared about your age. Or you for that matter. Completely alone, you at in your room, waiting for the day you'd be kicked out after turning eighteen.

Guess sometimes people get lucky.

While you sat in thought, you heard two probably young men walk in the Adoption Center and asking to see the kids. You weren't expecting much, since you never got picked. It never even got close, so why now?

You finally see them, two of the toys in your town, nearly famous for just existing. They seemed pretty casual, looking around. And they stopped at your cell.

The purple cat spoke up first. "Hey..." He waves awkwardly, turning to the orange. "They're look old to be here."

The orange dog speaks up next. "We can adopt them. I always kinda wondered what it's like having a teenager."

The next thing you knew, you were outside for the first time in a while. You walked over to a car, getting in after them. You didn't know anything about the outside, considering you were raised I'm the adoption center.

(Obviously, we're gonna timeskip. How long? Your choice. What you're doing? Your choice. This is your story, remember that.)