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Darksonicboom — Christmas in July error
Published: 2014-07-26 04:03:42 +0000 UTC; Views: 664; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 0
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Why do I keep making errors!? I actually made this error at the beginning of the month, but waited until today to post it, because in a few months, it'll be Christmas day. So I made this error specifically to celebrate Christmas in July~! I'm a nut, I know...Anyways, here are the toys...
Rag doll: flaaffystaffyadopts.deviantart…
Robot dog: fox-cubed.deviantart.com/art/C…
Bunny doll: animewolf4910.deviantart.com/a…
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I nod. "Okay Cuddles." I continue to hug him gently.
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Cuddles chuckled a bit, enjoying the hugs. He hadn't had them in such a long time...and...he might never get any again if he killed this kid...but...he couldn't help the urge...
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I continued to watch the TV, my eyes glued to it. At some point, my mom walks downstairs and goes into the kitchen to get some food.
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Cuddles had been about to scratch you when the mother came downstairs and he immediately went limp, not wanting her to know too
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She disappears into the kitchen. A couple seconds later she screams my name angrily. I set you do a and run in.
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Cuddles jumped a bit, his ears ringing from the scream as he wondered what the kid did
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I had made a large mess making my cereal and I hadn't cleaned it up. I clean it and return to you, hugging you to my chest again. "Sorry about that."
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Cuddles snuggled against you, smiling a bit as his ears twitched. "She's really loud..."
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"She gets angry a lot when she doesn't have her cigarrets. Also when she drinks her wine."
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He frowned a bit. "What?"
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"She says that her cigarretes calm her down. But when she drinks not even those seem to help and she gets loud again."
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He nodded. "Oh..."
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"But she's not that bad. You'll get used to it soon, don't worry."
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Cuddles nodded, but...he wasn't sure if he WANTED to get used to it...
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I go back to watching TV. It was pretty clear that what I mentioned happened often.
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Cuddles looked up at you. "Are you...happy here?"
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I look at him and curiously. "Sure I am. Why do you ask?"
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"...just curious..."
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"Oh, alright then." I watch the TV again.
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Cuddles snuggled against you happily, sighing
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After about an hour, I get bored. I look down to see if you were awake.
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Cuddles had dozed off by this point, smiling
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I careful walk to my room and set him down on my bed. I quietly play with some of my other toys.
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After a couple hours, Cuddles stirred, starting to wake
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I didn't notice and continue to play with my toys, making a little bit of noise.
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Cuddles smiled, looking over to you sleepily. "Having fun?"
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I look at you and smile. "Oh, you're awake. Yeah I am. But some of my toys are missing..."
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Cuddles cringed a bit, then looked away, his ears flattening
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I frown. "Cuddles, did you do something to them?"
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Cuddles' ears flattened more, and he curled himself in the smallest ball he could
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I walk over and pick him up. "Cuddles, answer me. I won't be mad at you."
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"Yes you will..." He mumbled, not uncurling himself
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I sit down. "Why would I? What did you do?"
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He whimpered a bit. "...I tore them to shreds..."
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"You...you destroyed them? W-Why?"
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"...it was either them...or you, kid..."
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I was confused now. "What are you talking about?"
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Cuddles sighed. "...last night I wanted to kill something...but I couldn't get out...so I had to rip up the stuffed animals, or...kill you..."
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I put you down and back away a little. "Tat's supposed to be a joke...right?"
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Cuddles looked away, shaking his head. "No...I'm sorry, kid, it's just...in my nature..."
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"So...you're dangerous. What happened to the last people that owned you?"
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He sighed, looking away a bit. "...I don't want to talk about it..."
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I didn't like the way he said that. "I think...I'm gonna go downstairs. Alone." I quickly leave the room, not wanting to be around Cuddles.
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Cuddles' shoulders slumped and he sighed, then made his way to the ventilation shaft. He needed to get those torn animals...fix them up somehow...
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I go out into the backyard to think. I had bought a killer toy, but he seemed nice. But he might also hurt me. But mom wouldn't like me complaining about it.
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Cuddles had gone down the drop in the ventilation shaft, pausing when he saw you in the back yard, then saw the torn toys and stuffing hidden behind a bush, out of your sight
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I eventually get bored and go play on the swing in my backyard, still thinking.
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Cuddles slowly started to make his way toward the torn toys, hoping not to be seen
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I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings at all as he snuck past me. I keep swinging from the old swing. It was held up by frayed rope and the seat was an old plank of wood.
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Cuddles paused, looking up at you before he gathered the remains of the stuffed animals, heading back to the ventilation shaft
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