Possessed

New place,new shelf,new home (updated)

After the mass murder,the managers of the store decided to change location and move to a different place cuz i guess they figured that the mass murder news didn't spread around the globe (which it basicly did).

So they cleaned everything,including all the plushies stained with blood,packed up,shoved me in a box with a bunch of other stuffed animals varying from elephants to tigers to giraffes to camels to even more sugar gliders.

After a few days they found a place to set up shop again,they paid the fee and placed everything where it should be.

After a few cobwebs cleaned and rats shooed out of the place,they made an official grand opening and parents and kids came flooding in.

The kids went wild like they just saw a 7 foot pile of candy for free at a super market (i dunno).

They grabbed every colorful and eye bleeding toys off the shelfs and cuddled them all the way to the front desk...but i wasn't one of those toys.

I was still on the shelf,waiting,seeing if a kid even wanted to look at me,but even before any kid noticed me,they all left,and even as short as that event seemed for me,it was already closing time.

Days,months,even a year passed by and still,no one,no kid seemed to want to even look at me,even most of the other sugar gliders where flying off the shelves,every month for one day when all of the sugar gliders where gone,except me.

It was probably because I looked so beat up,parts of my plushy body where either made to look sewed on from other plushies or just literally from other plushies.

I was alone,i felt alone,i was always alone. But then they restalked the shelfs with new ones,only for them to fly off again.

Its not like i cared. I wasn't able to talk to them anyway. They weren't possessed like me.

More months went by and as weeks kept flying by i kept on losing hope.

Until one day,everything changed. I was just sitting on my shelf,normal routine as always,when i saw a old lady maybe in her 40s or 50s walk around the store.

I didn't think anything of it because i knew she wasn't there to pick a dusty old sugar glider like me but suprisingly enough she walked over to my shelf with all the other sugar gliders and picked me up to check out my "unique" design which was basicly just a pelt of light brown fur with a darker brown stripe pattern on my back and head.

It looked like she was thinking hard like someone thinking "should i kill them or not?" Which was probably not what she was thinking.

Long story short she brung me to the front counter and bought me. They put me in a bag with colorful confetti which they call a "Birthday Bag" (Trademark cuz why the heck not) which,you guessed it,is when a plush animal is for a birthday party.
So i was going to a birthday party? Thats a new one.

When i first saw the Birthday Bag at the front desk i had flash backs from when i was the little kid who used to dream of having a great little plush thrown into one of them,but now i am that "great little plush" lets just see how this goes