Your life as a child was not easy. You had a rough childhood. Your parents were awful to you, and they took away everything that was meaningful to you as soon as you were old enough to move out.

One of those things happened to be your favorite stuffed animal. It had meant the world to you as a child. Your biggest comfort. You held it and cried during the nights after an argument with your parents or while listening to them arguing. It had broken your heart when they threw it out without even asking you first.

Years passed, and your boyfriend, Scaramouche was always there for you. He knew about your childhood, and he helped in every way he could.

One day while you were working on a few assignments, Scaramouche tapped your shoulder. "Hey, moron. I have a gift for you." He held out a big brown box.