This was rather inspired by a certain pet at chickensmoothie.

Anyway, Halloween special, not very scary, but somewhat good...

I was younger, that is when this story begins, long ago when I was about five, I was shopping at a flea market. All around there was pottery, cutlery, toys, and my favorite, the pushes! I came to this stall, there was an elderly woman and she was selling a lot of strange stuff, but first to catch my eye was a little red dog toy. I bought it, and it was my biggest mistake, one that I made many years ago. The dog was called Sooti he was somewhat big, and very, very messy, he was sewn together very badly, and was made out of bad ripped up bed sheets, but most catching was the eyes, they where little black buttons. Though not the prettiest toy on the box, he was mine, and I love him, I’ve loved him to this day.

I slept with him one night, nearing the end of October, when something occurred to me, it would soon be Halloween. Not much I hear you say? I ran to the most remote room, dare I say my sisters, and tied him up on thick leather belts, tied heavily to the walls, then I got the giant door an closed it on him. You see, Sooti has a curse, and every Halloween night, he awakens. I never seen him for a few days, and as Halloween came we planted snap traps, and lasers around that very room, we locked ourselves in our rooms. I went to bed after getting a drink, it was quite late, when I heard a thump. It wasn’t midnight so I crept to the room with Sooti, cunningly avoiding the traps, when I tripped over some boxes. And heard a strain from Sooti, he was awake.

He pulled hard at the strap, it didn’t break, but it ripped out the wall, Sooti used the free paw to un-latch the remaining locks, all without seeing me dig deeper into the boxes. He grabbed an axe and tied it to the free leather, he put his paw back and swung it into the door, it smashed open. He untied the latch and made his way, he didn’t do as good as me in avoiding the laser and snap traps and emerged as a scruffy little bundle of stuffing. I burst out with the axe and constantly swung at him, destroying everything I could, but I just made a gap in his leg. He stuffed on of his paws into it and pulled out what I dreaded, a grenade. He pulled out the needle and aimed it at me, but  I grabbed him before he could, with raw power I pulled him apart, like a lion. I stuffed the bomb into his remains and cuddled it up, closed my eyes and… bang.

Cotton fell all over and I sighed, I was scared and sore, but nothing hurt me more than seeing one of his buttons lie in front of me. My family crowded round, amazed, speechless… but no more than a tear was on my face. It soon grew into December, when my mum came up to me, carrying a badly wrapped parcel, she said that inside was a new toy, a cat. She put it down by the Christmas tree and I stared at it, suddenly I didn’t feet upset, and smiled, I stood up to leave the room with a wink. But was it me, or did I see it rustle?