Series of one shot stories. Not sure how many more I'll do after the set I made are done. Did it more out of fun than anything serious ^^;
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my pov
"This is going to be a great Christmas" I thought to myself as I sat with my parents, doing our tradition of opening one gift. However, my parents didn't participate since they didn't have that many gifts, making me guilty, yet I did get them something, as well as make something for them too.
I was handed one present by my mom, one she told me it was something I wanted really wanted. As I took it, I felt the paper wriggle a little, making me wonder what it was more, having me unwrap it quickly, since I was curious of why it would be moving.
"Gin?" I awed as a small little plushie cutely yawned as he looked up at me with sleepy eyes. I heard about these specific plushies having lives of their own and it was hard to obtain them less you were either lucky or they were sold cheap. "How did you get him?
"Gin?" he mimicked cutely, his voice similar to his counterpart's, only higher pitched and sounding younger. My attention was turned to him, curious of what he might say next. He said nothing else, instead, curled up in my hand, fitting almost perfectly in my hand.
"Hearing you always rant about him, I looked and found several, but most were out of stock. I found him at one site where he was returned because he was too small. And know you, you wouldn't give a damn," my mom commented with an evil grin, knowing me well.
"He is adorable, thank you so much," I chirped as I hugged her. My dad asked for his hug, where I just gave him a playful pat on the head after asking him if he helped her with any of the gifts, in which he sheepishly said no too.
As I said night to my parents, I headed upstairs, Gin gently tucked into my arms as he wriggled a bit to get comfortable. When reaching my room, I felt him stir, looking over to see my miniature and personalized pink Christmas tree, decorated to my liking. He awed at the sight before seeing my cat, Sassy, who was meowing at my feet, excited for tomorrow, seemingly understanding what it was, if not, guessed I got her something good.
From there, I put myself in bed, Gin, cuddled up tightly against my face, a tiny mewl like noise escaping him, possibly dreaming, making me wonder what he was dreaming about. Yet, I didn't let it bother me, I was too happy in having a cutie like him. I just hoped I'd do well in raising him, so I was left to having to hop onto my laptop in the morning to do more research on plushies like him to know more.
As I slept, I could feel my cat climb up on top of me, curling up on my hip, while Gin was plastered to my cheek, still not believing I finally own a plushie, especially one as soft and tiny as him.
Gin's pov
I remember waking up at a strange place, finding it to be a warehouse. I remember being scared, calling out constantly for someone to respond, getting none. I was taken care of well, given clothes, food, water, even booklets and videos of who I was, or who I'm based off of. I was amazed that I was based off of someone not only cool looking, but scary too, making me want to be the best I can for whoever buys me.
Days turned to weeks, then to months, making any hope of being bought growing slimmer. Other copies of myself and others who were based on others from their info slowly dwindled from thousands to a few hundred altogether. Soon more were taken, leaving me with no home still, having me grow worried of what will happen to me if I'm not bought soon.
However, it seemed my dying hope reignited when I was told I was finally bought, put into a special packaging that would keep me alive until arrival and I'm taken in. Along with me, I saw spare clothes packed with me in case I was ever in need of changing. There were enough outfits, one for the day, the other for night, enough to last about two weeks if I changed everyday. Even a small booklet had been tossed in about basic care in case whoever got me, was a new at this.
When I arrived, I was excited to see my new master, though I did scream when seeing a woman who didn't look frightening. Though she did appear startled by my action, making me wonder if I was what she wanted. However, she recovered and did a quick search on her computer, finding out about what I was exactly and instead of sending me back. She told me that I was going to be a gift along with others that are soon to arrive to her daughter. I understood and was put back in the packaging until further notice, the material acting as a womb until Christmas wasn't to far off.
When it did arrive, I remember having colorful paper wrapped around my body, along with a tag attached. It had writing, but happened so fast, I didn't have time to read it.
I was so nervous and scared of who my real master was, what she was like. I heard talking and laughing going on before feeling myself and possibly other gifts being shifted from one room to another.
I heard them talk about opening one gift, though the woman I met declined in opening any of hers since she had fewer than her husband and daughter. Her husband also declined for the same reason, thus leaving the daughter in choosing a gift. Only, she didn't, instead, her mother did and picked me up. Me out of many other choices. I couldn't help but wriggle in excitement, but I was also sleepy from waiting for so long.
Though the light was dull, it was bright enough to make me groan and yawn, yet I couldn't help but blink in confusion and pure joy when seeing a kind and gentle face. She said my name, which I couldn't help but repeat, not believing she knew it. I fit so well in her hand, even if couldn't fit perfectly. I snuggled in, wanting to be close and finally feel at peace of having a home.
I felt myself carried up some stairs, heard meowing, my master talking to the cat to be quiet with it being so late at night. I saw dull pink light, mostly the pink being reflections off the pink tree with different ornaments hanging, all appearing different, yet similar in style and order. There were presents around it, though they didn't appear as if they were hers, if anything, she was giving them to someone.
"Maybe they're for her parents?" I thought as I felt my eyes grow heavy and close, burying myself into her face, still not believing I finally found a home as I drifted off to sleep.
my pov
My alarm clock went off, it chatting about it being morning and being Christmas, beginning the first couple short verses of We Wish You A Merry Christmas before repeating his wake up call again. However, I stopped, setting his wake up time to a later time. It had become a tradition that whenever I woke up, before or after my parents, I'd bring Veemon, my alarm clock, with me downstairs to have him play his scenario out, my parents finding it humorous and cute for him to do.
I heard a tiny voice speak up, having me remember last night, looking over to see my plushie curled up cutely, though appeared to be waking up.
"Hey there sweetie," I spoke gently as I knelt down low enough to see him wake up fully, rubbing his eyes innocently. "Merry Christmas Gin-chan."
"Merry Christmas," he repeated cutely, letting himself get picked up by me, holding him close as he nuzzled in.
I gently pet my cat, hearing her squawking about me leaving, shutting the door to keep her from wandering around and keeping the other cats out from harassing her or trying to knock down my tree. I also grabbed the alarm clock, almost forgetting to do so. I could hear my parents were up, but not in the living room, most likely just waking up as I had.
When reaching downstairs, the two of us sat down at the sofa, waiting for my parents to arrive, both of us chatting. He filled me in about how he's close to the same as humans in terms of needing to be fed, washed, able to get sick, etc. I was still amazed at how I got him, but it didn't bother me at all.
As my parents entered and were settled, Veemon soon went off after a final adjustment on his wake up time, having him repeat everything again, causing some laughter, including my plushie, as he managed to figure out it must be a tradition to liven things up. Gifts were passed around, including to my other two cats, both enjoying them, though they also played in the wrapping paper, one more than the other.
Gin's pov
I noticed some packages moving around, so I tugged on my master's nightgown, pointing to them. They were one of the lasts, the previous being a mix of clothes, candy, some of which was given to me to much on.
When she saw what I was pointing to, she went over and grabbed them gently, seeing as they were moving as well. She opened each one, finding plushies such as myself. One was named Zetsu, he was very big, same with another pair, one named Near, the other named L. Each of them were confused, yet excited that they have a home as well as making friends with each other.
I was wary of them since they were all bigger than me, twice as big actually. I even grew a little jealous at how she paid each of them attention. However, all thoughts were set aside when I was introduced to my fellow plushies, each of them appearing nice. The only one that was questionable was Near as he had a mischievous streak in him. That was noticeable as he would occasionally knock L over, causing fuss between them.
The rest of the day went on in a chaotic manner, though I found myself comfortably in my master's lap, the rest cuddled around her as we watched movies. Even as night came, we continued playing until we were practically falling asleep on our feet, having us all cuddle up together, each of my fellow plushies claiming a spot with our master. I got her cheek as before, L was nestled against her chest, Near pressed against her back, and Zetsu, for some reason, settled himself on top of her head.
We did get another plushie, Gaara being his name, he was a little on the shy and frightful side. Possibly even considered a crybaby, though he toughened up pretty quick when seeing Zetsu, the two either having history together, or they came from the same series their originals are based off of. Gaara was only able to join our family because a friend of hers came over and gave her said plushie. Of course, the gifts, save for a couple, were all for the friend, having it make sense.
"Gaara, what do you think of our master?" I asked as we sat together. Though Gaara was bigger than me, he was closest to my size, so I felt safer, though L was nice too, however he was passed out from eating to much sweets as was Zetsu, the two sleeping the candy off on our master's lap as she and her friend talked and had fun.
"She's really nice, but so is her friend too," he replied softly, meekly as he nibbled on his piece, keeping a wary eye on Zetsu.
"Yeah, I think we'll be really happy here. And we have each other in case our master isn't around," I replied with a grin.
"You don't have to call me Master Gin. None of you have too. You can call me by my name," I heard our master speak up to us, catching us off guard.
Both of us and the others, including the pair who still slept, all remembered her name, but it didn't feel right with me to call her by her name.
"Can we call you Mommy?" I asked meekly, answered with a warm smile.
"Of course. Whatever you want that makes you and the others feel at home here."
Anything else that was spoken throughout the rest of the day was a blank, my mind having gone blank itself from the shock. I swear I probably fainted for awhile, or was in coma, only awake if its possible. By the time I really snapped out of it, it was already night, her friend having already gone home and we were in need of a bath.
Our master, or mother, as we all grew accustomed quickly in calling her, took a shower first. Then when she was done, she was changed in her current nightgown, explaining she'll change out of it as soon as we were bathed as some of us made faces. From there, we were given baths, our clothes tossed into their own laundry bag for later. Each of us were changed into our own night clothes, most of us being in kimonos, L and Near having the only night shirt and pants out of all of us.
"Night everyone," Mom cooed to each of us, pleased at how well we're adjusting with each other. "And Near, don't push Zetsu or L out of bed again."
That was a bad habit of his, he felt that because he was the biggest, he thought he could bully us. Thankfully Mom stopped him and scolded him for his actions, having him calm down and start behaving better.
As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but giggle when feeling Gaara cuddle up against me and Mom, willing to share my spot with him. I was pleased at how this was such an amazing week, excited in what the future holds for us.
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