Hey! Sorry about those really short chapters. They'll be longer now.

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Dad: yeah, he needs something to help him get over that freak ping-pong accident.

Mom: look! This one is limited edition! And it looks so cute!

Dad: yeah, let's get it for our Timothy!

Dun dun dun!!!

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(Back at mom and dad's home)

Mom: oh, Timmy!

A paranoid boy comes out. He is seven years old, has blonde hair, and pale skin. He spends most of his life hiding from the terrors inside his own mind.

Timmy: what?

Dad: we've been thinking. You need to have a healthier life than you lead now.

Mom; you're always scared.

Dad: se we bought you this toy!

Timmy: um, thanks. It looks. nice.

Mom: you're welcome, son.

Timmy opens the toy

GIR: where's the cupcakes????

Timmy: AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! It talked! It talked! It really did.

Mom: don't worry, it's an advanced toy.

Timmy: it's a scary toy!

Mom: Just play with it. It's all in your head.

Timmy: okay. Hey, I guess you're not so bad, are you? In fact, you look kinda fun!

Timmy starts playing with the toy.

GIR: I'm bored. Can I go home now?

Timmy: It talked! It talked again! The evil toy haunts me! It's trying to kill me!!!!!!!

Timmy runs around insanley. Gir runs around too, because he's bored.

Timmy: ahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! It moved! It's ALIVE!!!!!!!!

Timmy runs upstairs and hides in bed for a nap. He usually goes to bed, as this is the only way he can escape his fears.

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later that night, he hears a crinkiling soud. It gets louder.louder. LOUDER. Louder.LOUDER.

Timmy: it's the toy of terror! I can't look. I must go back to sleep!

To be continued.

There. That was a bit longer. I don't want to make it too long, as the story is almost over.