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Gabriel dragged himself over to a corner, carrying his detached leg.
He laid himself down on an old blanket, wishing he could cry.
Then maybe being abandoned for so long would hurt a little less...
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Gabriel was sitting in the abandoned basement, the sound of bugs keeping the room from being completely silent.
Suddenly, there was a new sound that he could hear up above. A sound he hadn’t heard in so long.
Footsteps...
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Updike had been looking for a target in this, old, empty, dilapidated building. The air was musty and stuffy, and he couldn’t stand it. And even worse, the target was nowhere to be seen. Damnit, he’d lost it, hadn’t he? Stupid…
But something caught his eye.
A small plush toy, one that looked near exactly like him. It caught him off guard, I mean, anybody would be upon finding a doll replica of yourself in a stuffy abandoned basement. Regardless, he slowly approached it. “Yeesh… ‘seen better days, huh..?” There he goes with his old habit.. Talking to himself again. It’s not like the doll could hear him… Right?
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The 5′10″ plush stayed still. Not because he was scared, but because he was in shock.
He went so long without seeing anyone, and the first person he finally sees looks like him…
It was so strange, but he knew he had to make himself properly known to this person. If this person left him here, who knew when, or if, the next one would show up?
He looked at Updike, then slowly spoke.
“H-Hello?”
“OH GOOD GRACIOUS HEAVENS!”
Updike fell backwards, stumbling onto his behind and clapping a hand over his mouth. “WHA- HUH!?” He tried to speak, stunned stutters escaping the muffling fluff-coated hands holding his words back. This toy, this- It’s alive!? What on earth is this!? So many thoughts rushed through Updike’s head, many of them being paranoid. Is this a mimick of some kind? Was it going to kill him? Was it dangerous? As his hands dropped to prop him up against the cold concrete floor, all he could force out of his mouth was a…
“What.. Are you!?”
Gabriel had flinched when Updike yelled, causing a tiny bit of stuffing to come out of his leg and for him to grip his detached leg a little more.
His expression showed worry and guilt for accidentally scaring Updike.
“I-I’m a plush…”
He noticed the stuffing coming from the plushies leg and paused. It’s unlikely this thing means much harm, I mean, look at the state it’s in…
Letting out a soft sigh, he extended his arm to his soft counterpart. “Let me get you out of here. I have questions, but I’m decent enough to help you first.” He said sympathetically.
“Do you have a home? Or a name?”
Gabriel stared at him in awe when he said that. He was so in shock, it took him a moment to answer his questions. He glanced around for a second before looking back at Updike.
“This is my home. As for my name, I’m Gabriel. But my creator said my title was Gabriel the fluffy friend…”
“Hmn, Gabriel happens to be my name, too… You can call me Updike, however. It’s my surname, most people call me by that. And, if this is your home, I suppose I should ask you before taking you anywhere, do you.. Want to stay here?”
Gabriel looked around him. He looked at the passing bugs, the cobwebs, the dust coating almost everything, and the little bit of sunlight coming in through the small window.
He thought back to how it used to be, when he was still with his creator. It felt warm, safe, and happy to him. It felt like home. A clean, neat home.
But now, it was a shell of its former glory. A dusty, cold, abandoned shell. A shell that he had to stay in for so long, waiting for a person who was never going to return to clean it up. A person who was never going to return to fix him...
This might be his only chance to experience new things, to get a change of scenery, to get a new start. To have a warm, clean, and happy home again.
And sure, part of him would miss this place, but he had to accept that it would never be how it used to be...
He looked back at Updike, stared at him for a second, then shook his head.
“I want to go with you please. But, I think there are still extra parts on the shelf, can you please get those so I can have another eye? Also, can I please bring my blanket too? If those two requests aren’t too much trouble...”
Gabriel was sitting in the abandoned basement, the sound of bugs keeping the room from being completely silent.
Suddenly, there was a new sound that he could hear up above. A sound he hadn’t heard in so long.
Footsteps...
@plush-cloud
Updike had been looking for a target in this, old, empty, dilapidated building. The air was musty and stuffy, and he couldn't stand it. And even worse, the target was nowhere to be seen. Damnit, he'd lost it, hadn't he? Stupid...
But something caught his eye.
A small plush toy, one that looked near exactly like him. It caught him off guard, I mean, anybody would be upon finding a doll replica of yourself in a stuffy abandoned basement. Regardless, he slowly approached it. "Yeesh... 'seen better days, huh..?" There he goes with his old habit.. Talking to himself again. It's not like the doll could hear him... Right?
@plush-cloud
The 5′10″ plush stayed still. Not because he was scared, but because he was in shock.
He went so long without seeing anyone, and the first person he finally sees looks like him...
It was so strange, but he knew he had to make himself properly known to this person. If this person left him here, who knew when, or if, the next one would show up?
He looked at Updike, then slowly spoke.
“H-Hello?”
"OH GOOD GRACIOUS HEAVENS!"
Updike fell backwards, stumbling onto his behind and clapping a hand over his mouth. "WHA- HUH!?" He tried to speak, stunned stutters escaping the muffling fluff-coated hands holding his words back. This toy, this- It's alive!? What on earth is this!? So many thoughts rushed through Updike's head, many of them being paranoid. Is this a mimick of some kind? Was it going to kill him? Was it dangerous? As his hands dropped to prop him up against the cold concrete floor, all he could force out of his mouth was a...
"What.. Are you!?"
Gabriel had flinched when Updike yelled, causing a tiny bit of stuffing to come out of his leg and for him to grip his detached leg a little more.
His expression showed worry and guilt for accidentally scaring Updike.
“I-I’m a plush...”
He noticed the stuffing coming from the plushies leg and paused. It's unlikely this thing means much harm, I mean, look at the state it's in...
Letting out a soft sigh, he extended his arm to his soft counterpart. "Let me get you out of here. I have questions, but I'm decent enough to help you first." He said sympathetically.
"Do you have a home? Or a name?"
Gabriel stared at him in awe when he said that. He was so in shock, it took him a moment to answer his questions. He glanced around for a second before looking back at Updike.
“This is my home. As for my name, I’m Gabriel. But my creator said my title was Gabriel the fluffy friend...”
Gabriel was sitting in the abandoned basement, the sound of bugs keeping the room from being completely silent.
Suddenly, there was a new sound that he could hear up above. A sound he hadn’t heard in so long.
Footsteps...
@plush-cloud
Updike had been looking for a target in this, old, empty, dilapidated building. The air was musty and stuffy, and he couldn't stand it. And even worse, the target was nowhere to be seen. Damnit, he'd lost it, hadn't he? Stupid...
But something caught his eye.
A small plush toy, one that looked near exactly like him. It caught him off guard, I mean, anybody would be upon finding a doll replica of yourself in a stuffy abandoned basement. Regardless, he slowly approached it. "Yeesh... 'seen better days, huh..?" There he goes with his old habit.. Talking to himself again. It's not like the doll could hear him... Right?
@plush-cloud
The 5′10″ plush stayed still. Not because he was scared, but because he was in shock.
He went so long without seeing anyone, and the first person he finally sees looks like him...
It was so strange, but he knew he had to make himself properly known to this person. If this person left him here, who knew when, or if, the next one would show up?
He looked at Updike, then slowly spoke.
“H-Hello?”
"OH GOOD GRACIOUS HEAVENS!"
Updike fell backwards, stumbling onto his behind and clapping a hand over his mouth. "WHA- HUH!?" He tried to speak, stunned stutters escaping the muffling fluff-coated hands holding his words back. This toy, this- It's alive!? What on earth is this!? So many thoughts rushed through Updike's head, many of them being paranoid. Is this a mimick of some kind? Was it going to kill him? Was it dangerous? As his hands dropped to prop him up against the cold concrete floor, all he could force out of his mouth was a...
"What.. Are you!?"
Gabriel had flinched when Updike yelled, causing a tiny bit of stuffing to come out of his leg and for him to grip his detached leg a little more.
His expression showed worry and guilt for accidentally scaring Updike.
“I-I’m a plush...”
Gabriel was sitting in the abandoned basement, the sound of bugs keeping the room from being completely silent.
Suddenly, there was a new sound that he could hear up above. A sound he hadn’t heard in so long.
Footsteps...
@plush-cloud
Updike had been looking for a target in this, old, empty, dilapidated building. The air was musty and stuffy, and he couldn't stand it. And even worse, the target was nowhere to be seen. Damnit, he'd lost it, hadn't he? Stupid...
But something caught his eye.
A small plush toy, one that looked near exactly like him. It caught him off guard, I mean, anybody would be upon finding a doll replica of yourself in a stuffy abandoned basement. Regardless, he slowly approached it. "Yeesh... 'seen better days, huh..?" There he goes with his old habit.. Talking to himself again. It's not like the doll could hear him... Right?
@plush-cloud
The 5′10″ plush stayed still. Not because he was scared, but because he was in shock.
He went so long without seeing anyone, and the first person he finally sees looks like him...
It was so strange, but he knew he had to make himself properly known to this person. If this person left him here, who knew when, or if, the next one would show up?
He looked at Updike, then slowly spoke.
“H-Hello?”
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1: no nsfw and/or suggestive stuff
2: blood is allowed, just no gore.
3: no toilet stuff
4: no fetishes or kinks of any kind
5: No slurs
6: please tell me if you plan on dropping a thread.
7: Incest, beastiality, pedophilia and other illegal activities similar to it are not allowed.
Muse info
Name: Gabriel the fluffy friend! (Doesn’t mind just being called Gabriel)
Gender: male
Sexuality: has no idea
Species: plush cloud
Age: ???
Height: 5 feet 10 inches
Talks: like this
Notes:
-just wants a new friend
-hasn’t seen the sun properly in a long time. He does get small streams of sunlight through the small window sometimes.
-has coattails
