Toy's will be Toy's

Tony was a simple and lonely man. He was also a man with a small addiction of sorts. He was a hoarder, and by all means he was one of the worst. He was the kind with junk in piles that reached up to his appartment ceiling. He had so much junk that he a storage space full of even more junk, in addition to everything that was in his apartment, and the extra storage space that he owned in the basement of the apartment complex. He knew that he had a problem, but there was nothing he wanted to do about it. It was what he knew. What he was familiar with. He had been collecting things ever since he was a little child. All of his toy's he had ever owned in particular. Tony had some kind of an obsession with toy's but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It probably had something to do with something along the same lines as why kids get attached to their blankets. Because they were comforting. And that is exactly what he kept in the storage unit in the basement of the apartment complex. That's where he kept all of his toy's. His toy's which were his most prized possessions. The toy's were what he considered to be his greatest collection. But what Tony had to do though was something no hoarder ever wants to do. He had to sell something of his. Something that had a bit of value.

Tony didn't really have a job. And most of his money came from a disability check, but that check wasn't do for quite some time now, and he really had to pay the rent. Usually all he would spend money on were random thingamabobs that he found at yard sales, which would also usually end up in a storage unit like many of his other things. But unfortunately his money supply has since run short, and now he had to sell one of his sacred toy's, since they were something that he probably wouldn't have a use for anymore. But the main question he had to answer was: Which one would he have to sell. Out of so many choices, of things that he had never considered ever selling. It was a hard choice.

The answer was simple. He had decided that he would have to sell the Rare collectors edition Tommy prince circa 1870's doll. He had found the hideous thing in a yard sale not too long ago, and only paid a few dollars for it, so he hadn't really built up an attachment to the thing yet, and it wouldn't be a huge financial loss, but it still would not be easy to get rid of it. It was like a part of a family now. But it was one of the more expensive things that he owned and if sold to the right buyer could easily go for about ten thousand dollars in cold hard cash. And that was not something to pass up.

It would be very difficult for him all the same. He left his dark, and cluttered room and began wondering down the empty halls. As he got closer and closer to the stairs the hoarder part of him screamed louder, and louder "You don't need to sell it. You could keep it. Maybe you could hold off on that payment just a little bit longer." But he ignored it. He moved faster down that hallway, getting closer to the stairs. He just had to get that toy so he could pay the rent.

But the Toy's had other ideas.