The man laid there terrified at being pinned. A few toys pricked him hard enough to break skin as they held him to make sure the man knew he was truly awake.
The newest toy, Squawk, made his way slowly up the man’s chest and stopped at his shoulder. Father and Squawk stared at each other before Squawk, being the only toy that could, talked.
“Hello Father.” Squawk’s squeaker rasped, almost having been crushed his first day here, and it made an awful hiss, squeak noise as he breathed in. “You may or may not know us,” the toy continued, “But we know you. Oh we know you.” He said Father could only stare looking more frightened then before.
Squawk paused for a moment then continued, “We are not very happy Father. You keep hurting our Sid. We don’t like things hurting our Sid.” He rasped, another hiss, squeak as he breathed in.
“Do you know what we do to do things that threaten our Sid? Hurt our Sid?” Father shook his head as much as he could, Squawk’s torn mouth lifted into what was supposed to be a smile but looked horrifying when his top lip parted up to his nose. “We do to them what Sid does to us.”
Father’s eyes widened and looked around at the toys that had sharp edges and pointed ends holding him down. He looked back up to Squawk eyes wide and shaking his head as much as he could.
“Now, now, you don’t give Sid a choice do you?” Squawk said, “But we’ll leave you with a warning this one time. You ever hurt him again and we’ll be back.”
Suddenly the toys let him go only to jab him multiple times with the attachments Sid had given them. Squawk let out a hiss and the toys stopped. Father was breathing hard and Baby Head got off him followed by the other toys. Squawk stayed until the last toy left, “Sid is ours, only we can hurt what’s ours.” Then he was gone and Father wouldn’t have believed it happened at all but the multiple bleeding wounds all over his body said it did.
Squawk was the last to step into the bedroom and saw the other toys were gathered around Sid on his bed. He and Legs joined and watched their owner sleep. Each toy was touching him in some way, making tiny scratch marks Sid wouldn’t notice in the morning; marking him.
The toys didn’t love him, couldn’t love him, not after what he did to them, what he still does to them, but they were his toys until he threw them out. Till then they would make sure they stayed that way.
OMG...omg you just made my day! I can't believe you filled this prompt and just made it everything I dreamed it to be!
You included Sid's dad in it, which I didn't even think about when making this prompt, and how the toys mark Sid just adds this beautiful edge to it; oh I am going to faint from happiness!
Came across this over two years later, but I just had to comment that you've got a way with words. I agree that the toys marking Sid added a whole other element to this too.
The newest toy, Squawk, made his way slowly up the man’s chest and stopped at his shoulder. Father and Squawk stared at each other before Squawk, being the only toy that could, talked.
“Hello Father.” Squawk’s squeaker rasped, almost having been crushed his first day here, and it made an awful hiss, squeak noise as he breathed in. “You may or may not know us,” the toy continued, “But we know you. Oh we know you.” He said Father could only stare looking more frightened then before.
Squawk paused for a moment then continued, “We are not very happy Father. You keep hurting our Sid. We don’t like things hurting our Sid.” He rasped, another hiss, squeak as he breathed in.
“Do you know what we do to do things that threaten our Sid? Hurt our Sid?” Father shook his head as much as he could, Squawk’s torn mouth lifted into what was supposed to be a smile but looked horrifying when his top lip parted up to his nose. “We do to them what Sid does to us.”
Father’s eyes widened and looked around at the toys that had sharp edges and pointed ends holding him down. He looked back up to Squawk eyes wide and shaking his head as much as he could.
“Now, now, you don’t give Sid a choice do you?” Squawk said, “But we’ll leave you with a warning this one time. You ever hurt him again and we’ll be back.”
Suddenly the toys let him go only to jab him multiple times with the attachments Sid had given them. Squawk let out a hiss and the toys stopped. Father was breathing hard and Baby Head got off him followed by the other toys. Squawk stayed until the last toy left, “Sid is ours, only we can hurt what’s ours.” Then he was gone and Father wouldn’t have believed it happened at all but the multiple bleeding wounds all over his body said it did.
Squawk was the last to step into the bedroom and saw the other toys were gathered around Sid on his bed. He and Legs joined and watched their owner sleep. Each toy was touching him in some way, making tiny scratch marks Sid wouldn’t notice in the morning; marking him.
The toys didn’t love him, couldn’t love him, not after what he did to them, what he still does to them, but they were his toys until he threw them out. Till then they would make sure they stayed that way.
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You included Sid's dad in it, which I didn't even think about when making this prompt, and how the toys mark Sid just adds this beautiful edge to it; oh I am going to faint from happiness!
Thank you, thank you so much for filling this!
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yay! I'm so glad you liked it! And it was a pleasure to fill it, I enjoyed writing it lol you're very welcome!
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