(Includes Amir, Chance, Hanks, Hector, Parker, and Skips)
Summary: You are an object/dateable that is the homeowner’s childhood music box that they’ve kept throughout the years, but when you’re not in use, you will fall asleep until you are wound up again. Thankfully, you have the other dateables in the house to provide you companionship and understanding.
Warnings: Reader’s gender and pronouns are ambiguous to allow anyone to fit in, however, the terms “pretty” and “beautiful” are used, but this is more of a general term rather than being gender specific. The fact that the reader chronically falling into deep sleeps if not wound is mentioned as a disability a few times since it sort of is in this context since it limits them in some ways. Some angst in Hector and Skips’ parts, a bit in Parker’s too if you squint. Otherwise, I think that’s it. But let me know if I missed anything. Also this isn’t proof read, we die like Chappy.
Author’s Snip: I don’t know what this is to be honest. I just had an idea, let it form, and wrote it. Bone apple teeth! This did take me all day to write though holy fuck.
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request. Reblogs and comments appreciated but no pressure. <3
Being the homeowner’s childhood music box wasn’t so bad. It always made you happy that they found enough comfort in you to fall asleep
But there was one massive downside to that. See, you operate via the classic wind-up method. You get wound up, you play your soothing music, and then you’ve done your job. Yay! Well, there in lies the problem. You basically need to be wound up every time in order to work, which only allows such a short time for you to be awake because once you become unwound you fall asleep. A deep sleep. And the only way to wake you up is by winding you up again.
It wasn’t too bad back then when the homeowner was little. You’d get wound every night and so you didn’t really miss anything much since you’d get your information from someone like the nightlight or some other object in the room. But then they grew up and got too old to need a music box anymore. Which meant that you would be asleep for longer, and longer. It was a bit disorienting since it seems like every time you woke up it would be because they got nostalgic and wanted to listen to you again. And it seemed like each time they got older and older until they weren’t much of a kid anymore
You figured that they kept you even after all these years even if they never played you much. You sort of tell that you were moving place to place, even in your slumbers
And things didn’t really change much after they moved into the house, though, through the couple of times before the dateviators that you did get wound up, you were able to meet a few people based on where you were
Amir
You were placed on the dresser in the bedroom where Diana, Timmy, and Amir were. They liked you and you all got along relatively well whenever you were awake. Amir, of course, thought that you were beautiful in both how you look and how you perform and play your music though. After all, it was a nice change from the so-called “music” that he had to be subject to in the bathroom with Johnny and Jean Loo. So he made sure to let you know that he appreciated you
He finds your predicament on basically being asleep unless wound up interesting, cute (in a way), but also quite sad. Interesting: in the sense that you really do just fall into a deep practically unbreakable sleep unless wound. He’s seen cases where the room gets very hectic due to the doings of other dateables in the room and you’ll still be asleep through it all. Cute: because you’re able to sleep so soundly. Sad: because you tend to miss a lot of things that happen since you’re often asleep through most of it. The introduction of the datevators sort of help. They are able to wake you up and be able to talk to the homeowner and others, but that doesn’t really do much for you since you still need the homeowner to interact with you in order for you to be awake.
He cherishes the times that you are awake though and makes sure to keep you up to date on what he can from his daily life and talks with you. He does also ask the homeowner to wind you up every so often so that you have more time together, and with others, but I feel like you and Amir develop a very interesting and close friendship/relationship
“Ah! You are awake again! You will not believe the day I have had with those two in the bathroom! They make it a part of their own days to pester me. I swear!”
Amir really does make it a point to include you too. “Oh, wind them up! They should hear this.”
It actually really helps you feel more appreciated again after just sort of being left to sit and sleep around for who knows how long. Plus, now that the homeowner knows that you’re alive and that being wound up is a very key thing for you, they just start making sure that you get wound more often with the help of Amir and habit forming
He does thing that you’re beautiful by the way. I sort of wanted to keep it vague on what exact type of music box you are so that you can visualize it on your own and to what you like, and to that I say that Amir, no matter how you look or what form you take thinks that you are just stunning
I think he was already is just so smitten for you that it just takes him actually wanting to start a relationship with you for him to come forward with his feelings and asks you to be his
Chance
(In this scenario, and Mac’s you would be in the office on the homeowner’s desk as a form of decor)
He also thinks you’re very interesting in terms of how you operate but he does feel for you in the fact that you can’t be awake unless wound, and when you are, you can be a little bit dazed if enough time has passed by and things have changed. He also understands the feeling of reminiscing on days when the homeowner interacted with you considering he also is sort of just desk decor since the homeowner hasn’t played G&G for a long time
Chance keeps you company when you are awake though so that you aren’t bored or feel lonely when you are awake. He talks about things that he’s working on like campaigns and ideas, along with just talking to you in general and keeping you up to date on things if you’ve missed something big or it’s just been a while and you might be a bit confused on why something is different
Chance also thinks that you’re pretty, in whatever form you take. You actually inspire a lot of things in his campaigns and ideas, but he’ll never tell you that since he’s a little bit embarrassed
If you show him enough interest and form a genuine friendship I really do think that he ends up developing a cute little crush on you that develops into a big one later on
He likes watching and listening to you playing your music. It honestly enthralls him when you do, he can understand how the homeowner was so easily able to fall asleep to you playing growing up. He would too. He honestly thinks he gets pretty close sometimes too.
Similar to Amir, he also asks the homeowner to wind you up more so that you can actually be a part of the house. But let’s face it he just wants to be able to talk to you more and watch you play. He’s got a big ol crush and he’s just smitten with you
He calls you Sleeping Beauty as a joke but also as a flirt. It depends on the situation and if you two start dating and a thing. Sometimes it’s just a nickname, others it’s a pet name and he’s trying to flirt with you
The Hanks
Dude the Hanks are so funny for this because of the fact that they’re so high energy and doing all of these things, and then there’s you, who is just asleep most of the time
God, how do you even meet the Hanks? Like how do these himbos find you? I don’t even know
The dynamic is cute by the way. Just them being high energy and being rowdy meanwhile there’s you, a music box, something that is commonly so calming and soothing. They probably come to you after they’re done with all their stunts and adrenaline chasing when they’ve essentially tired themselves out enough to be less rowdy. They still have some energy, 100%. I think they just have an endless supply of it.
They try to evolve you as best as they can though, even if it just means telling you the story of it later when you’re wound up and awake
They’re all different though, as you can imagine. Hank 1, 2, and 5 definitely understand that you have limits that might hold you back and cause you to miss out on a lot. Hank 1 and 2 make sure to update you on all of the things they do and stuff around the house. Hank 2 uses you as a detox from all of the insane and scary shit that they do on a regular basis. Hank 1 makes sure you know all the details so that you can feel like you were actually there to witness it so that you feel included. And Hank 5 is just great company. He likes talking to you. Hank 3 and 4 are definitely still all energy. They sometimes forget that you have the whole “Mostly asleep” condition. They’ll suggest that you join them and then the rest are like “They can’t, remember?” and they’re like “Oh yeah. Right”.
Hank 3 lets you fall asleep on his shoulder all the time and makes jokes about him “sleeping with you” because of course he does
They protect you though. Even if you literally fall into a deep sleep that keeps you knocked out, they protect you from anything disturbing you like it could possibly wake you up. Even each other. They shush each other a lot now and it just ends up becoming a shushing contest because they’re just some silly goofy dudes and they often forget what they were even shushing each other about till one of the “smarter” ones reminds them
Hector
HECTOR MY SWEET BABY MY HEART MY LIFE THE AIR IN MY LUNGS anyways
Him and Amir are the same sides of the same coin. They’re just in different fonts and have different personalities and things going on with them I want them to kiss What? Who said that?
Anyways, yeah Hector basically does the same as Amir in which he does his best to keep you company when you’re awake and thinks that you are stunning and wonderful with the music that you make, along with doing his best to keep you updated on the going-on’s of the house, without gossiping. He’s not a gossip… he’s not. Scandalabra has tried to get him to speak because he knows that he sees a lot through all the vents but he literally cannot get the slightest drop of tea out of him. His ducts are sealed.
…okay maybe Hector “brings things up” to you and Amir but neither of you tell
God, Hector thinks that you’re beautiful. I really hate to repeat myself with something that we already know but Hector is such a romantic and we know that he just can help but to look on at practically everyone and find something to see and beautiful and slightly envy over. But you are truly something miraculous to Hector.
When you play your music, he can’t help but watch and listen. It’s so soothing. So pretty. So nice. He feels so calm when he hears it. He wishes that he could hear it all the time and just let himself get wrapped up in it and not have to exist anywhere but inside of its warmth and tranquility
He also likes talking to you too whenever you’re awake. Hector really does wish that you weren’t limited by the need to be wound up just to basically exist. Sometimes he even feels guilty for talking to you and “wasting your precious time of being awake” just to speak to him. But he can’t help it. Talking to you has become like a vise to him. He feels compelled to it. He needs to talk to you at least once when he hears that you’re awake.
He watches over you when you aren’t too. He feels like it’s the best that someone like him can do for someone as magnificent as you. Even if you’re never truly on harms way. He like to be there whenever he’s not doing something else like making the room temperature right for the homeowner
Mac
(Again, back on the desk)
Mac likes you and finds you fascinating in serval ways. From how you operate, to how you look and form, the history you hold, and also your “conditions” as they put it, so they interface with you a lot whenever you’re awake, asking you all sorts of things
They like to see you play, much like everyone else here. They find you absolutely adorable and will often tell you so even if they already have in the past
They also feel for you in the sense that you needing to be wound up in order to be awake is basically a disability that can limit you in some ways, which they of course understand since they themselves are disabled. So they understand how it feels to be limited in some ways. And much like all the others they try to help as best as they can
Mac keeps tabs and what is basically a tracker on days that you are asleep, for how long, and things that have happened that might be important for you to know and be up to date on so that when you do wake up you can be properly notified, updated, and not feel left out
They actually notify the homeowner to wake you up so that they can do this too
“Oh, and before you go, wind up ___ for me. I have stuff to notify them on. It’s been a while and I would prefer that they were up to date on things.”
You two do have a very interesting and almost abstract dynamic as a computer and a music box. I don’t really know how to describe it. But you two are something special. But you make it work. You guys have something. Something unique.
Parker
You may have been placed in the attic but don’t worry. Once the datevators come and you start getting wound up more often you aren’t as alone any more… Because Parker never leaves you alone
He’s actually very understanding of your ‘rule’ of needing to be wound up in order to be awake. Not like everyone else doesn’t respect it or holds it against you are anything, of course not. But Parker has his whole thing with the dice and all of that so he kind of registers it as the same with you and being wound up. You need it to function and do things
He will actually go out of his way to wind you up himself to so that you can stay awake and interact with him and others. Technically all of the others could too but I feel like Parker is most likely to be very VERY on point with it and do it regularly. It’s really nothing to him. He actually kind of treats it like a game. He likes to see how much he can wind you up and keep you awake.
You assure him that he doesn’t have to, since you’re so used to only occasionally being wound, but Parker insists that it’s fine
“It’s no problamo, amigo! After all, how exactly are we meant to hang out and play board games if one of us is asleep? That’s not very fun, now is it? I mean, if you’re asleep during my turn that would prevent you from cheating. But that still sounds boring to me!”
I do imagine that it’s like that one clip from Wreck-It-Ralph 2 where Vanelope is hanging out with the Disney princesses where Merida is talking and she wakes up Aurora, but instead its Parker yapping, realizes you’re falling asleep, winds you up very casually, and then keeps talking.
Otherwise your relationship/dynamic is the same as any other he might have with you. Parker doesn’t really acknowledge it or mention it as long as just understands the whole “need to be wound” part. And it doesn’t need to be if you don’t want it to be.
I honestly think he’s just happy to have someone to be around without having to worry about you leaving him.
Shadow Lord/ Skips
Oh this nerd /affectionate
He thinks that you’re so pretty and great, but he’s insecure that you are going to like him for him, but he’s also scared that you aren’t going to like ShadowLord either. I’m also not really sure how you would cross paths and meet in a way that lets him feel like HE can actually approach you without you rejecting him or judging him. but when you do and become close, you mean the world to him
He hates the fact that you’re asleep most of the time unless wound. He wishes that there were some other way than just hoping that you are awake at the same time he’s able to come out and see you. Which is hard if you two are actually a thing. He really does wish that you two could just be together. But he doesn’t hold it against you. He’s well aware that it’s a condition that you can’t control or help. He just… gets worried sometimes. He’s got attachment issues
He’s very happy when you do get to meet though
You mean so much to him and he’s happy and grateful that someone like you could love someone like him
He likes to watch over you when you’re asleep and it’s dark. He knows that there’s nothing there to actually harm you. the bumps in the night are not a threat to you. But he likes to feel like he has some way to be close to you even if it’s not via talking and hanging out.
He’ll keep you safe. He always will.
He actually likes it a little bit too. he can be with you and he won’t have to worry about you leaving till the day comes and when you’re occupied by the others. It’s bittersweet, but it’s still mostly sweet for him
Summary: In which you are a wedding dress that was stood up by your bride and locked away in a trunk in the attic until the homeowner finds you, and unfortunately makes you realize that you were abandoned. But don’t worry, the company of the attic crew isn’t so bad, especially for one.
Warnings: Although the reader’s gender identity and pronouns are mentioned, you are a wedding dress, so fem is implied. Also, I’m not proof-reading this shit I’m so sorry. I’ve been writing on my phone this whole time and this bitch is LONG on a tiny little phone screen, and I refuse to grab my mom’s computer and have to go through the trouble of logging in, just to do that. We die like Chappy.
Author’s Snip: I had this idea come into my head a while ago and I thought that the concept was cool so I decided to write it.
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.
It was a sacred purpose. A purpose you were made to serve the moment your fabrics were sewn together and beads embroidered on. To get to have your special day when your bride says yes to you and wears you down the aisle. It’s what every bridal dress dreams. You had spent months in the bridal shop window, waiting and watching all the soon to be brides walk in with their parties of bridesmaids and female family members. Oh, a dress should never be jealous of other dresses who are lucky enough to be the one for the brides but you couldn’t help it. You were happy for all of your fellow dresses as they got boxed up and set off to the dream. But you would always stand there with your lacing crossed that a bride would see you, and try you on, and look wear you with wonder in her eyes and say that it was you.
You had fantasized about it while in the window display. That you’d get to be the dress that a bride wore on her special day, and you’d be beautiful, and she’d keep you all through her marriage lovingly stored in the closet. And maybe years later when she has a daughter she can show you to her, and maybe, just maybe, her daughter could wear you too. And then her daughter. And her daughter’s daughter. Oh that would be magical. To be given an even more sacred meaning as an heirloom dress for the generations of your bride.
And oh that day had finally come. You had seen her stop in front of the windows a few times to look at the display. But you always knew she was looking at you. When she finally came in, party in toe, she tried playing coy but trying on the other dresses but she just kept looking at you. She caved eventually after a few and asked to try you on. And that’s when it happened. She looked so happy as she turned to her bridesmaids and said that you were it. You couldn’t be more happier! Finally! The day had arrived where your dreams were coming true!
It was amazing. She had put you on a few times so that a tailor could improve you to fit her body more. She brought you a pretty veil to match. And everyday your big day was getting closer.
But something… happened. You never fully understood it, hard as you tried. It seemed like one day your bride just stopped everything. She put you in a box and stuffed you in a trunk. You feared what was happening, what it meant. She was getting cold feet! She was having second thoughts! This was the worst things that could happen. Sure you knew that this happens all the time. Weddings and marriage is scary and sometimes brides get nervous and freak out. But they calm down and everything is fine. Right? Everything was fine. She was just stressed out. That’s all it was. You understood. She was just stressed out by all the things that a bride has to do when she’s getting married. After all, a dress is only one big piece of the equation. All you needed to do was wait. Yeah! You just needed to wait until she calmed down. Maybe when she opens you up it will be the big day. Maybe she’s just keeping you safe till then.
So you waited
And waited…
And waited…
Waited…
…
You never lost hope. Not once. That’s not proper for a wedding dress. A wedding dress needs to trust in her bride just as much as the bride trusts you to make her look beautiful. And you thought that all the waiting was finally paying off and that you just over exaggerated how long you were waiting
But when you were let out of the trunk, it wasn’t your bride. Or her mother. Or a bridesmaid. Or tailor. You weren’t in a bridal suite. You were in a dim, dusty, and barren attic. With some stranger in funny glasses looking at you in confusion.
No… no… no! This was awful! This was a wedding dresses worse nightmare! To be… abandoned! Abandoned before your big day. Your special day! The day you were promised when she bought you! When she said yes and that you would be the one! The dress she’d get married in and pass on through her lineage to all her female descendants! The day you were promised from the first moment your first stitches were sown in
This person tried consoling you while you cried and weeped nonsensically about how you were abandoned and the hopes and reams that you had dashed within seconds. But they seemed to only make it worse by explaining that they were the homeowner, but that they had no clue who your bride even was or really anything about the previous homeowners. They managed to get you to stop crying. That or you just didn’t have any tears left to cry in this form you had.
Eventually they left, constantly apologizing for not being who you thought they were and having to be how you discovered this fate that you’ve been condemned to as an abandoned wedding dress who hadn’t even gotten to have their promised purpose fulfilled
The other objects in the attic tried their best to console you too. There was a very beautiful safe woman who tried to make you feel by calling your fluke bride a wretch for standing you up. And a lively man who was a collection of board games. He tried to offer playing some of the games in his collection with you, but he ended up mentioning the board game Life which nearly made you start bawling again because you remembered that marriage is a part of the game and that was… still a very sore subject for you.
It took nearly everyone in the attic trying their best to cheer you up and eventually giving up so long as you don’t start openly weeping again.
It wasn’t until the that someone new timidly came up to you. He was interesting to say the least. He looked like a person, similar to all the others, but his chest was made up of the air conditioning unit and the rest of his clothing was seemingly made from various materials and ventilation tubes. He seemed very nervous about even speaking to you, not knowing what to say. You just looked at him for a bit before scooting over on the trunk where you were now sitting in order to let him have a seat next to you, but you didn’t really pay him much mind. Instead you just continued sulking and staring down at the floor till he spoke
“You’re very beautiful.” is all he says for a moment until he continues. “You make a very enchanting wedding dress. Your beading and sewing work is very well done. I can tell you were made and tailored with exceptional beauty in mind. I’m… very sorry that it all went to waste.”
You thanked him for his kind words, even if it didn’t change anything about where you were, he managed to comfort you just a little in such a sad time
It wasn’t so bad in the attack, you suppose. Everyone was cordial and seemed to live their lives in relative harmony, doing their own thing. They weren’t too lousy at being company
Playing a game or two with Parker could be fun for a little while until you eventually got burnt out from all of the different rounds, games, and rules he kept throwing at you.
Lady Memoria left you reminisce without judgement over any feelings they might hold.
Sofia was… well she was pretty and very… she had an air to her that you weren’t sure how exactly you felt about it. And sometimes Bobby was a nice little talk.
But you seemed to gravitate towards Hector. He seemed like the quiet type and didn’t cause too much of a ruckus compared to some of the others, mostly staying to himself with his writing and observing. And you were the same with all your quiet sulking. You could tell that he noticed it and had it on his mind whenever he saw or talked to you rather than just ignoring it like the others have grown to. I mean, your trunk was right next to him after all so there’s no way he didn’t see you.
He would talk to you more, about anything really. He said that he could see that you were also the romantic type and offered to cure your sulking and boredom with the distraction of his writing. You figured that it was better than sitting around all day and night. It wasn’t bad. Maybe some parts were not entirely your forte, but Hector and you were… friends? Yeah. You would call yourself friends. He seemed to value the same as well considering he liked to hear what you had to say about his stories and occasionally listen to any of your feedback.
Plus. Hector was the one to talk to you when you were feeling very low and looking longingly out of the window to the attic and let you speak
“Sometimes I wonder where she is now…” you say as you look out at nothing in particular, “Like if she ever did get married. She really worried me when she put me in the trunk. She looked so… stressed.”.
“If she did end up getting married and it was just paused, or if she had gotten another dress that would be fine, or if she had just called it all off, I would understand. I would have closure. But…” you explain. Hector capped off the sentence for you.
“But she left you here.” he said. You nodded.
“It would have been okay if she had taken me back to the shop. At least there I could wait for someone new.” you choked back tears as you thought about it. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve been thinking about this. Asking why without ever getting a proper answer.
“What she did to you was cruel.” Hector said. You could sense the coldness of the whole space around you. He was angry for you. But no matter how right he was, you could never feel angry about the situation yourself, you could never be mad at her.
Hector felt bad for you. He always said that he wished he knew what happened so that he could tell you. That if he could, he would go scouring the whole world just to find them for you.
You were always so grateful for him and his words. He knew how to make you feel seen and heard every time you brought it up. He felt your pain.
Maybe thats how you ended up… developing some very interesting feelings for him
Hector was the only one that was able to truly get on your level and understand just how much you longed for the day that you always imagined and how important it was for you, and the feelings you might have about not having that day come to you as promised.
Hanktor (The Hanks x Hector) x Sewing Supplies!reader
Summary: A relationship dynamic with the Hanks, Hector, and you (who is the homeowner’s sewing supplies)
Warnings: Gender neutral reader (IE no specific gender, anatomy, and pronouns mentioned). Mentions of the reader getting severely injured and losing limbs, and other things but not being in pain since they’re part rag doll.
Author’s Snip: I watched Nightmare Before Christmas and Raggedy Ann and Andy: A Musical Adventure and got inspired by Sally and the Raggedy siblings to write something with a rag doll based reader figured that the Hanks would be perfect since they do stunts, but I’m really into The Hanks x Hector rn too so I throw Hector in there too.
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request. Reblogs and comments appreciated but no pressure.
Just some basic concept for you:
The basic idea is that you’re a dateable that basically an amalgamation of the homeowner’s sewing supplies and some scrap fabric that they have in order to fix any rips and tears in their clothes, which leads you to be this mix between a ragdoll and pincushion
You’re able to lose limbs and just sew it back on, not feeling anything, Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas style, even making new ones if you have enough fabric to do it
You usually work as a sort of medic for any fabric based dateables when they need fixing like Mateo, Teddy, Dirk, etc. Maybe you’re not exactly a doctor character, but they definitely go to you when they pop a stitch or get a tear. But otherwise you just sort of sit around doing nothing so you sort of just stumbled into hanging around the Hanks to have some thrills every now and again, which causes you to also meet Hector when they do aero stunts
I also like to think that your limbs can move independently when detached. So you can do a little Frankie Stein/Thing thingy with your hands where they can “walk around” and do things for you
Actual Headcanons:
The Hanks think it’s really cool that you can do basically anything and not need to worry about dying if something goes wrong since you’re made of fabric and stuffing and you can just sew anything you lost back on. It does secretly scare them though because they care about you as an honorary Hank and don’t want to see their homie and partner get hurt in any way, especially H2nk and H5nk who tend to be the bigger caretakers of the group
The Hanks and Hector doe their best to help you put yourself back together after any nasty stunts gone wrong
You went skydiving with the Hanks while Hector was running his systems, but your foot caught on a snag in the metal of the grate, so when you jumped, your leg tore clean off at the stitches. Hector felt so bad and apologized profusely for it till you had to calm him down and assure him that you’re fine. You were able to distract him by asking him politely to get your leg for you while the Hanks tried to collect the stuffing that fell out of you.
It all got very lighthearted after that though. Hector bashfully gave you your leg back and even held it in place while you sewed it back on while trying not to stare at your legs like a pervert. H3nk asked if he could “Give you more stuffing”.
Both the Hanks and Hector do their best to triple check everything now so that accidents don’t happen like that again, both for your sake and the Hanks safety since to be honest they do think that it’s a little freaky that you can basically get mangled and just… live and put yourself back together. It’s cool, no doubt, but it’s creepy to see your upper and lower torso… not connected
Don’t worry, you still get to be a part of the fun
You also help make sure all the Hanks’ equipment is safe and secure like their wingsuits, gliders, and parachutes, fixing any rips or holes. It’s actually great for down time. I can see all the Hanks sitting around while you’re working on something. It’s like the lost boys gathering around Wendy
I think the Hanks would absolutely love the idea of you customizing their things like doing embroidery on their suits and parachutes to make them special to them and keep anything that you make for them. Hector especially does this. You could make him a little doll out of some scraps and he’d treasure it. You made him a little pillow for when he’s in the vents so that he’s have something to ease having to lay on the hard surface. Nearly cried
You try to teach them how to sew. It varies on how successful they all are in learning. Hector, Hank 1, 2, and 5 get the hang of it pretty well. Hank 4… has great spirit and effort. Hank 3 is actually really good at it and will often practice with you since he wants to be a brain surgeon someday and obviously you should know how to sew somebody back up.
I actually like to think that when your mishaps are… particularly bad, they help sew you back together once you do this. It lets them feel like their helping out
Hector likes the calmness of being with you while you sew and he writes. It’s very peaceful and sweet. Sometimes he actually gets distracted by watching you sew. The way you do the motions so effortlessly and rhythmically is almost hypnotic to him. He could watch you sew and embroider for hours.
Post realization I like to think that you especially help H1nk with his business with making the parachutes for dogs. You don’t have to but he appreciates it even gives you a share of it since it would only be right since you most likely helped make the patterns for them.
Also, if we want to make up an ending for you, we can say that you start up your own business like a tailor, or making clothes, making dolls, something that puts your abilities to excellent use. And you best believe that the Hanks and Hector support you with no bounds. You need a model to help you sew a garment? You have six whole guys with varying body types (in my hc) to work with.
And they also promote you so hard, shamelessly. Especially the Hanks. They have never heard the word ‘subtle’ in their lives.
This also might sound a little grim but they also all help you break any habits you might have had back in your object days. I imagined that you would just stick pins in you since you were part pincushion and so sometimes you still accidentally do that as a human. They convince you to make a pincushion wristband so that you don’t actually prick yourself anymore.
You of course inherently know that as a human you can’t do the whole “ just put yourself back together” thing anymore so you don’t shrug off danger anymore. But I do like to think that you look for your stitches out of habit whenever you want to do something like get something from the other room
“Where are my wrist stitches?” “You’re not a doll anymore, mi amor.” “Oh yeah…”
