When you got home. You instantly knew something was wrong. Scaramouche, hadn't come to the door to greet you. There wasn't any Teasing, or playful banter. Just silence. Well, almost, silence. A faint noise could be coming from his room. Almost sounding like a sob.

You opened the door to see what's wrong. To see him sobbing on his bed. Clutching a small doll in his hands. Was this a doll that was made to look like the one the little kid had from his past..?