Ever since you were little you have loved plushies. When ever you were sad, scared or lonely they were always there for you. Now that your father and mother are stuck at police station with no idea when they will be back it seemed like as good a time as any.You head back to your room looking for the giant kitsune plush you got from a yard sale a few days ago. You're neighbor was a kind old man who you thought was a little on the odd side but was sweet nonetheless. He was moving to a retirement home and needed to get his of some of his stuff.
Among the various knickknacks, bits and bobs, furniture, occult looking things, plus antiques was the biggest plush you had ever seen in your life. It was a 7-8 foot tall plush kitsune. The craftsmanship was amazing, you couldn't tell the difference between it and if the genuine article were standing side by side. The fur was so soft that it made silk feel like sand paper in comparison. You loved its orange fur, white tipped tails, black ribbon over its neck, black fur on tuffs of it ears and down its legs to its paws. You just had to have it but even in it current conditions it would a pretty penny but the neighbor saw how much you wanted the doll and let you have it along with one of those weird he had and some words of warning. " this doll is unlike any doll you have ever had before make sure to treat it with the upmost care, remember that this plushie is a reflection and try to fulfill your hearts innermost desires. It has abilities that go beyond what you think is possible, if you can not handle the responsibility then don't remove the ribbon from it's neck because once you do there is no going back".
Before you could ask what he meant your mother called to get your stuff and go. You had to carry your new surprisingly lighter than thought plushie to the car and left. Now it seemed to call out to you. You grab your plushie and pull it onto the bed with you hugging it gently sinking into it's warm, fluffy fur. You stop for a little when your hand brushed up against the ribbon that the old man talked about. You wonder to yourself whether is was the right thing the old man's warning playing in your head to but you don't see a reason not to. It just a doll, a remarkably well made doll but still a doll. You decided to remove the ribbon from its neck. Remember this doll is a reflection of your hearts innermost desires and yours are......
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