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(Hopefully the second part will be over there soon)

A little longer than usual, so hopefully that's okay.

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I messed up, big time. I got a new job at a toy store downtown. Seemed like a normal job. And to be fair, it was, and still is. I think I'm the problem here. I didn't really have anyone growing up. I lived with my aunt since the age of 10, and she barely remembered I lived there. I've never dated anybody, as I keep to myself. And I was never too fond of any of my teachers or bosses. And so, I was alone. Just longing to hear the words "I love you". Those were three words I'd probably never hear. I got the job pretty easily. I was well qualified for work, I was just shy. So, I went from a broke guy to a slightly less broke guy in only a few days. And I felt like I was pretty good at stocking shelves, much easier than my last job.

The weekend finally came, and it was a slow day. It was the shooting star festival in my town, so while everybody was making wishes, I was stocking hundreds of brand new Barbie's, that were currently selling better than hot cakes. I looked through the window, just in time to see a shooting star pass by.

"I wish... I was loved."

I kept stocking shelves, moving on to the plush section, although I started to doze off. It wasn't long before I blacked out, a pink stuffed bear still in my hand.

I woke up the next morning, across from me was a whole shelf full of stuffed animals. I went to stretch, but nothing moved. As it turns out, I had ended up in the body of the pink stuffed bear. And that's where we are now, a week later. Not a single kid glanced at me. Yet again, lonely and forgotten. But then, a teenage girl walked up. She looked a little too old to buy stuffed animals, but who was I to judge. The girl was short, and had long silver hair. For a split second, I thought she was gonna grab me, but then she grabbed the stuffed monkey next to me.

"So cute! Wait, his poor little arm is broken."

She set the monkey back down, and grabbed me instead.

"You're just as cute. I'm gonna call you... Star! You're so adorable!"

I felt lightheaded as she carried me to checkout. The tag on my rear was scanned by my own coworker, and I rang up for 13.99.

When I arrived at her house, she plopped me onto the bed. Everything in the room was pink. The walls were covered in pictures and posters of My Melody, and she had shelves and piles and baskets full of plushies like me. Photos of her and her girly friends were everywhere as well. The girl grabbed me and squeezed me tight in her arms. She smelled like floral perfume, which was actually quite a nice scent. After finally waiting for years, I was finally getting the attention I wanted. Although, not how I expected.

"Star... I love you."

If I still had human eyes, I would cry. If I could finally be loved, this would all be worth it. Just hopefully she wouldn't grow out of stuffies too fast. I definitely don't want to be handed down to her young brother, or one of her friends. But at least for now, I had everything I ever wanted.

Description
Collab with: www.deviantart.com/riley-tg
(Hopefully the second part will be over there soon)

A little longer than usual, so hopefully that's okay.

Text:
I messed up, big time. I got a new job at a toy store downtown. Seemed like a normal job. And to be fair, it was, and still is. I think I'm the problem here. I didn't really have anyone growing up. I lived with my aunt since the age of 10, and she barely remembered I lived there. I've never dated anybody, as I keep to myself. And I was never too fond of any of my teachers or bosses. And so, I was alone. Just longing to hear the words "I love you". Those were three words I'd probably never hear. I got the job pretty easily. I was well qualified for work, I was just shy. So, I went from a broke guy to a slightly less broke guy in only a few days. And I felt like I was pretty good at stocking shelves, much easier than my last job.

The weekend finally came, and it was a slow day. It was the shooting star festival in my town, so while everybody was making wishes, I was stocking hundreds of brand new Barbie's, that were currently selling better than hot cakes. I looked through the window, just in time to see a shooting star pass by.

"I wish... I was loved."

I kept stocking shelves, moving on to the plush section, although I started to doze off. It wasn't long before I blacked out, a pink stuffed bear still in my hand.

I woke up the next morning, across from me was a whole shelf full of stuffed animals. I went to stretch, but nothing moved. As it turns out, I had ended up in the body of the pink stuffed bear. And that's where we are now, a week later. Not a single kid glanced at me. Yet again, lonely and forgotten. But then, a teenage girl walked up. She looked a little too old to buy stuffed animals, but who was I to judge. The girl was short, and had long silver hair. For a split second, I thought she was gonna grab me, but then she grabbed the stuffed monkey next to me.

"So cute! Wait, his poor little arm is broken."

She set the monkey back down, and grabbed me instead.

"You're just as cute. I'm gonna call you... Star! You're so adorable!"

I felt lightheaded as she carried me to checkout. The tag on my rear was scanned by my own coworker, and I rang up for 13.99.

When I arrived at her house, she plopped me onto the bed. Everything in the room was pink. The walls were covered in pictures and posters of My Melody, and she had shelves and piles and baskets full of plushies like me. Photos of her and her girly friends were everywhere as well. The girl grabbed me and squeezed me tight in her arms. She smelled like floral perfume, which was actually quite a nice scent. After finally waiting for years, I was finally getting the attention I wanted. Although, not how I expected.

"Star... I love you."

If I still had human eyes, I would cry. If I could finally be loved, this would all be worth it. Just hopefully she wouldn't grow out of stuffies too fast. I definitely don't want to be handed down to her young brother, or one of her friends. But at least for now, I had everything I ever wanted.