AN: Hi guys, ILuvMyFangPlushie here.

If you are looking for a story of evil inanimate objects, then you are in the right place.

If you aren't, read it anyways.

EVIL STUFFED ANIMALS! Yes!

After you read this story, you will never look at your stuffed animals the same again. I probably won't look at mine the same again. Oh well. Hopefully yours aren't evil. I don't think mine are, but you never know.

I love stuffed animals, so I hope I don't scare anyone out of loving them, including myself.

May contain Nevermore spoilers in later chapters relating to origin of Max's VOICE. No, there are no evil toys in Nevermore. But, it never said there wasn't any evil toys either.

So, you never know.

Story told in third person point of view.

Font key: Telepathic toy talking to each other will be written in bold italics. Telepathic toys talking to Angel will be in bold. Max and anyone else thinking back to THE voice is in italics. Angel speaking telepathicly back to the voice in HER head is underlined.

If you don't remember this, that's okay, it speaker should be pretty obvious.

I came up with this story while watching The Mentalist. Weird, huh. Maybe even a little creepy too. Oh wells.

This is my first ever story written in third person. Hopefully it goes well.

Anyways, enjoy the story.

Introduction: Evil Whispers

(Two years ealier: Angel at age four)

A big, old box filled with stuffed animals sits under the small tree near the far left side of the E shaped house. Just outside of Angel's window.

Child, child in that room. Child with amazing powers. Child with mind powers. Must use child. Child can help us rule the could be fun. We can hear her thoughts, but she can't hear ours. Not the ones we keep to ourselves. She can only hear what we let her hear. Child is perfect. Perfect for us. Young child. Easy to manipulate. This should be fun. Fun for us. Fun.

Angel is laying on her bed in her room. The room she shares with her best friend and fellow Flock member, Nudge. She doesn't have many toys. The only toys she has are the ones that she makes herself. Toys made of twine and wood. They aren't very good toys. They aren't cuddly or soft. They hurt when she accidentally rolls on them when she goes to sleep at night, leaving her bruises and sometimes even cuts.

'I wish I had some real toys to play with' wondered Angel.

Child come to us. Come to us child. Come to the small tree outside your window. Climb out your window, child. Come play with us. Save us child. Save us from these cruel, harsh winds. This small, tight box. Save us child. Play with us child. Come to us. We can play. Fly out your window and rescue us child. We'll keep you safe.

Angel hears the voices. They aren't any voices she is used to hearing. No one from the flock sounds like this. None of the whitecoats or Jeb sounds like this. Wondering who could possibly be talking she opens up her window and looks outside. There under the tree where the voices was saying to look at, was a box full ofstuffed animal? Excited to see some real toys, Angel climbs out the window and flies to the tree. There they are. A pink bunny, a teddy, a puppy, a purple kitty, an orange pony, and a green monkey. So many toys, just for me.

Yes, child, yesss. Come to us child. Play with us.

Hi, toys, you can talk? Can you hear my thoughts? Why can you talk? Do all toys talk?

Yes, child, we can talk but only through the mind. No verbal words can be said aloud. We hear your thoughts and the thoughts of others. We don't know why we can talk, we just can. We don't know about other toys but we can think. Play with us child, we've been so lonely. Please, take us with you. We can be friends. Best friends.

Okay! We're going to have so much fun!

Angel, happy that she finally has some real toys to play and cuddle with, flies back into her room. Held securely into her arms, the animals think up their evil plans of world domination.

Such a strong mind. Strong minded child. Such power. So much power. All for us. Such a strong and powerful mind. All for us, all for us, all for us. Play with the strong minded child. Use her. Use her. Use her. Child all for us.

Angel takes the animals out of their box and places them onto her bed. Hugging and naming each one, she cuddles up to them and falls back to sleep.

Max walks up the steps to wake up Nudge and Angel.

"Up and at em, Nudge," says Max.

Nudge groans.

"Sweetie, wake up, time for breakfast," Max says while Nudge grumpily gets up and walks out the door.

Max opens the thin curtains concealing Angel in her small, cozy little corner, only to see little Angel surrounded with stuffed animals she has never seen before. Confused, she shakes Angel awake.

"Wake up, sweetie. Time to wake up," says Max.

Another strong mind. Not as strong as the other one, but still a strong one. We could use this one too. This one seems a little more unstable than the last one, but this will do just fine. We won't use this one just yet. Not yet. Not her time yet. We must wait. Wait for her mind to weaken a bit more and let the unstability take over more of her mind. She's much to paranoid right now. We must bring that all of that to the forfront. Weaken her. Bring her doubt. Slowly break her until she will trust no one but us. We can make that happen. When that time comes we will take over. Take over her mind, then the world.

"Morning Max, I found them under that tree over there," Angel says reading Max's mind and pointing at the tree out her window.

"Oh," says Max not knowing what to say. "Sweetie isn't it kind of weird that they would just be lying there? How would they have gotten there?"

"I don't know. Can I keep them, Max? Please, please, please, please?" Angels says.

These toys just happened to be there, there are no harm to these toys. These toys are safe. No harm to these toys. Angel will be okay, if she keeps them. They'll make her happy.

"Alright, Angel, I guess there isn't any harm in letting you keep them. Let's go get breakfast, okay?" Max says.

"Okay," Angel says happily, hugging her animals and walking out the door with Max.

"Morning, everyone," says Angel.

"Where'd you get the toys, Angel?" asked Gazzy. "I didn't get any toys. Max?"

Mind too weak. He's no use to us.

"Angel has toys? Yeah, Max? Why didn't you get us anything?" asked Iggy.

The blind one. A liability. He's no use to us either.

"When'd she get those? Is the kitty purple? I love purple. Purple is such a pretty color. It's not as girly as pink, but it's not as boyie as blue. Did you know blue and pink make purple? That makes it like the in between color. Can I have it, Angel? Please, please?"

Girl talks too much. To complicated. She's no use to us.

Don't let her have us, child. We belong to you. To you and only you. We love you, child. Don't let her have us.

"I found them under the tree outside my window. They looked lonely. I thought you didn't like stuffed animals, Nudge. You said they were for babies, the other day," Angel says.

"Oh, right. Never mind, then," Nudge says.

Fang gives Max a 'she just found them out her window? Are you sure it's safe to keep them?' look.

The dark one, the dark one. The dark one has a connection with our older girl. We might have to get rid of him. We'll see if it come to that. We'll leave him alone for now. For now.

"They're just stuffed animals, what harm can they do. They seem to make her happy. We can check for cameras and stuff on them, if you want," Max says to Fang.

"If you say so," Fang says.

"Fang says you can stay!" Angel says to her animals.

Yes, child. We love you, child. Play with us child. We like being played with.

This is good. This is very good. The humans don't question our existance. Giving us free reign to bend them to our will.

AN: Did you like the story? Did I do a good job?

Are the stuffed animal voices creeping anyone else out? Cuz the voice I've been imagining in my mind while I wrote this chapter creeped the heck out of me.

Anyways, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!

P.S. if you love Gazzy, please read my other story. Into the Mind of the Adorable Gasman. It's Maximum RIde in Gazzy's POV.