Okay y'all, the long awaited (Possibly only by me 😂) lore post is finally beginning, it's going to take, maybe, a month for this 'series' to end, since I have work and an injury to my wrists, so I gotta use them sparingly for typing.
(Now, on a meta note, I need to clarify that all the text that will continue is from the perspective of an a fictional version of myself, as a storytelling technique. I do understand that Grimbles is a toy, but story wise, he is not. He is a spirit imitating a toy. This fictional self may be an unreliable narrator.)
Part one: Meeting Grimbles
As most of you know, I found Grimbles in my yard this summer, this is the very first photo I took of him, in my honeysuckle plants. I knew, of course, upon my first sight that he wasn't a furby. He wouldn't talk to me, but when I picked him up, he made an odd growley sound, thus giving him the name Grimbles. Unfortunately, his real name was traded for a button and some lint, a trade he still insists was a good deal. Can't trust those faeries, y'all. (We'll go deeper into detail on his relationship with the fairies in another part, he unfortunately has pissed several off)
When I got him inside the house, he slinked out of my arms and hid somewhere, I've now learned that, since he feeds on forgotten items and trash, that he was hiding behind my fridge or a junk drawer to feed on the trash. At the time, I was worried that I'd let some kind of evil spirit into my home (Which, I'm not totally sure, even now, that I didn't 😂). Fortunately, I lured him out with some buttons.
After that, as you can assume, I was very worried that he'd destroy something of mine or even me (while now I'm aware that such a thing is entirely possible, at the time I had no idea what I'd let into my home). So, I told him that I wanted to make a deal. When I said that, he perked up for the first time, and crept towards me, with his ears on a swivel. The first time I had his full attention. Looking back, a spirit perking up so blatantly at the mention of a deal should have probably made me nervous. (Yes, I now know I would have died in a horror movie😂) I laid down some ground rules, of course. No biting or eating my stuff, no destruction of anything that isn't his or unclaimed (like, trash or forgotten items), and no hurting anyone in the home. He agreed, and with a grumble he settled into my laundry basket. That first night was restless, I hardly got an ounce of sleep. I now credit that to the fact that Grimbles claims to have made a deal with a Dreamweaver spirit, which he has to feed dreams to every so often. I'll get into that in a different part, it's really troublesome, as his human friend, because there are nights when he steals my dreams. Of course, he doesn't mean to, he's always quite apologetic afterwards.
The following weeks were a miserable time, he broke more dishes than I knew I even had, which I later learned was because he wanted more trash to eat. He may have also been pulling my leg just to get on my nerves, he doesn't do that anymore, but he does tend to be a bit rude sometimes when he's hungry. While, now that I know him, he can be kind and gentle, he started out very amused by startling me, in fact every time I turn a corner, I'm expecting to see him standing there. Additionally, with him, moved in several 'shadow people'. When asked about them the first time, Grimbles explained that they were his entourage, I still don't fully know what that means, in this context, but they do the dishes some nights, so I try not to think about it for very long.
Grimbles would often take long trips outside, and some days I'd look out the window, and wonder if that was the last I'd seen of him. At first, that almost relieved me, I mean he is a bit of a menace, even now. As the days went by, though, I got used to his antics. A part of me felt a bit relieved when he came home, even if he tracked mud on my carpet, and ate all my spoons. Speaking of which, next part will be discussing diet and apparent biology, at least, as much as a person can note about a shape shifting being. He won't let me get a good look at him, usually. He says I might see his soul, if I look too closely. Which, if that's the case, I'm not looking close enough, because all I see is a silly trash monster who sold his name for pocket lint.
Stay tuned for part two!!! Leave me questions in my ask box if you want something specific included in my next parts!!! Thank you 💚
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