I wake up on my bed in a cold sweat, my purple shirt and gloves having large sweat stains on them. I breathe loudly and look around my dark house, it was only four in the morning, but I couldn't go back to sleep, those nightmares had kept me awake, so I shakily get out of bed, hastily grabbing my winter cap and putting it on, doing the same process with my scarf and boots as well. I stagger into my bathroom and look into the mirror, my eyes were bloodshot, my fur being messy and ruffled up. Sigh... my friends are going to ask me many questions about why I'm so tired, I'll just have to tell them that I couldn't sleep, and give them a smile... a fake smile, the same type of fake smile I give everyone else in my town. Our government, which is run by one, Flippy Doggenbottom, has had many campaigns and events that try to criminalize sadness, as if it were an emotion that we have by choice. Flippy is a pathetic excuse for a mayor, the sooner he is out of office, the better ToonTown will be.
I snap out of my thoughts about our current leader and shake my head before washing my face, combing my fur, and heading back to my bedroom, where I make a quick change of clothes while I questioned why I put my cap and scarf on if I was only going to take them off all over again two minutes later. I ponder over my tired decisions for a brief moment before yawning and heading to the kitchen, where I pour myself a glass of water and gulp it down, the liquid hydrating me and making my mouth not feel like a desert. A knock on my front door would startle me for a brief moment before I regain my composure and walk over to the door and open it slowly, peaking out, clear my throat for a moment and smile "Yes?" A tall blue dog that wore khaki shorts, pink goggles, a blue striped shirt and a blue and orange baseball cap would be standing there, a smile on his face. "Xinxxie, my friend, how do you do?" He asks, me smiling wider as I say in an overly cheerful voice "I'm doing good, Ricky! It's good to see you again, even if it is only four in the morning!" I giggle sweetly, still not opening my door all the way. "Mind if I come in?" He asks, tilting his head curiously. I shake my head "I can't let you in right now! I...uh...I'm planning a super big surprise party later today and I don't want you to spoil your surprise!" I say with a toothy smile, hoping he'd just believe my lie and leave already. He scratches his head for a moment before chuckling "Oh, Xinxxie. You shouldn't have! I should go find something fancy to wear to it, then!" He says, waving at me and walking off while whistling some random tune loudly. I close my door and lock it, pressing my back against it and sliding down to the floor, sighing deeply.
I'm Xinxxie Doodleton, I am a cat that is secretly half elf, my short height being a slight giveaway. Many toons just think I'm a Christmas enthusiast and don't pursue the matter any further. I am secretly immortal, it is a curse I have lived with for hundreds of years. My one goal is to bring peace to ToonTown, a goal that will take me a very long time to achieve, a goal that I can't achieve alone. I have a few friends, and while I do trust them, they are unaware of my true nature. Many see me as a cheerful and kind toon, but I only want to boost morale, for I am far from cheerful. A terrible event that happened to me before I had become immortal has scarred me for life, but yet, it is also why I am trying to bring peace. I hate the fake smiles and reassurances, but I want people to be happier than I ever will be, and if I have to drag and force myself to these things, then to hell with my personal feelings, I will do it. Now I know how a cog feels...
