Post by pepsi on Feb 9, 2020 18:26:30 GMT -5
Phoebe's eyes got watery as soon as she realised the place was closing. All those toys, without a place to live: the mere thought was disheartening to her. "Oh no..." she started, weakly, "... where are they all going to go now?"
Phoebe firmly believed that toys had their own lives, when nobody was looking. She was convinced of it - some of them looked so real, so lively, that it just couldn't be otherwise. When she was a little kid, she imagined playing with them - but she also thought that while she was asleep, they swept the floor, washed her clothes and cleaned the dorms. After all, everything was clean when she woke up the day after, so it must've been the toys.
Her face lit up again when Bucket forcibly opened the store's door. She never dared stealing toys from the shop, as she preferred toys could live their lives undisturbed, but that fateful day she didn't hesitate in rushing inside.
And the fact that Bucket had no qualms with opening the door for her sparked a flame of respect towards him. Knowing Phoebe, it was a difficult light to keep aflame, let alone turn on.
"I've got an idea!" she whispered, trying not to wake up all of the toys in the store. She took her poncho and carefully picked them up, collecting them one after the other. She also signalled Bucket to do the same.
After she got her poncho and another pair of sacks worth of plushies, wooden cars and dolls, she rushed outside. What did she have in mind? "Big Bucket, I want all the kids in the city to have these."
Growing up, Phoebe was shunned by almost every one of her peers. The ony thing she truly could count as friends were her toys - nothing more than beat-up dolls and broken ships - and for some reason, the mere idea of giving toys to some child filled her with joy.
She had the right idea, but didn't think about the consequences.
"But how do we do that?..."
Phoebe firmly believed that toys had their own lives, when nobody was looking. She was convinced of it - some of them looked so real, so lively, that it just couldn't be otherwise. When she was a little kid, she imagined playing with them - but she also thought that while she was asleep, they swept the floor, washed her clothes and cleaned the dorms. After all, everything was clean when she woke up the day after, so it must've been the toys.
Her face lit up again when Bucket forcibly opened the store's door. She never dared stealing toys from the shop, as she preferred toys could live their lives undisturbed, but that fateful day she didn't hesitate in rushing inside.
And the fact that Bucket had no qualms with opening the door for her sparked a flame of respect towards him. Knowing Phoebe, it was a difficult light to keep aflame, let alone turn on.
"I've got an idea!" she whispered, trying not to wake up all of the toys in the store. She took her poncho and carefully picked them up, collecting them one after the other. She also signalled Bucket to do the same.
After she got her poncho and another pair of sacks worth of plushies, wooden cars and dolls, she rushed outside. What did she have in mind? "Big Bucket, I want all the kids in the city to have these."
Growing up, Phoebe was shunned by almost every one of her peers. The ony thing she truly could count as friends were her toys - nothing more than beat-up dolls and broken ships - and for some reason, the mere idea of giving toys to some child filled her with joy.
She had the right idea, but didn't think about the consequences.
"But how do we do that?..."