Yesterday...

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| |Vee's pov| |

I couldn't believe this. My own toon handler left me in the storage room after a kid approached me talking about jealously and attacking. The worst part is that I can't even turn off despite the horrible signal.

There is no point grasping to the small bit of hope. The door wouldn't budge, and I could barely move at all. Until the doorknob started to move, someone was opening the door! I tried to stand up from where I was sitting but fell down immediately.

The door opened, and there stood a toon handler I've never met before. [Whatever, I need help.] I reached a hand and attempted to speak. "Help me..." The toon handler quickly turned towards my voice and saw my pathetic state. "Oh my goodness! What happened to you?"

I was lifted up and placed on the table while the toon handler inspected the damage. "This is bad, but it can be fixed! Uh... what's your name?" I was replied with a weak "Vee...." The toon handler nodded before turning me off hopefully to fix me.

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