Buddy the Plushy

*This character and it's backstory/description is all made by Mushroom_Boy1653, or _-CappuccinoCat-_. This is just a rewrite onto a fandom page because he asked me to.*
== Basic information ==
Buddy is a small, derpy, pastel rainbow colored stuffed animal in the form of a SilkWing. It has button eyes, but its facial expression can change. Anyone who sees it with come across a feeling of comfort, relief, and curiosity to check out the toy. If hugged, pet, squeezed, or played with in any way, the dragon playing will feel joy, happiness, and all of their problems will sort of melt away. It does not seem to mind being squeezed or abused in any way, unless it is showing non-playful aggression to the toy. It actually rather enjoys it. It was created as a love message to another dragon.
== Backstory ==
I open my eyes. I see a dragon staring intently at me. Then, a smile melts onto the dragon’s face. He grabs me, hugs me, then puts me in a box with a letter. “Bye Buddy.” He says as he ships me away. You might be thinking ‘What a selfish dragon he is for putting you in a box and shipping you away!” I am also sort of sad that I am leaving my first home so quickly, but I don’t mind. I am going somewhere important, and I know it, so I smile as I sit in the small box with the letter. 
In a few hours, I feel thumping, hear a doorbell, and then everything goes still. I must’ve arrived. A minute later the door opens. I sense joy as the box is opened. I pretend to be an ordinary plush toy to surprise this dragon. The dragon reads the letter and smiles very wide. I smile too. The dragon picks me up and squeezes me, but I don’t mind. I rather enjoy it. The dragon enjoys spending time with me. I enjoy spending time with her. Every time I am left alone in the house, I am sad, but I try not to be too sad as I always know the dragon will come back. All was well until this one fateful day. 
About a week after I was mailed, the dragon was sleeping in her bed. I was sitting in a chair, watching, smiling. My expression gradually changed as I heard creaking from the door. I looked over at what was coming. It was another dragon. One of those yellow-black ones. I calmed down. They would never hurt my owner. But no, they would. The dragon creeped over my owner, got closer, whispered something in her ear, then slit her neck. I watched, alarmed. I wanted to do something. To scream. To run. To slit this dragon’s head back. But I can’t. I am a sentient plush toy that can only sit, watch, and make others happy. Then the murderer spots me. 
He comes up to me and does something similar. He whispers in my ear. I hear it clearly this time. “No witnesses.” And then he shoves a spear through my belly. Stuffing falls out. I watch him, with the most surprised and scared expression you’ve ever seen. Who would stab a plush toy? What is this nonsense? Even though I was made to bring joy, I want to cut this dragon’s wings off with wire cutters and shove them up his nose. I open my mouth to scream but all I can manage is the sound laundry makes when folded, for a split second. Then I cry. I cry and cry, and for fifty years, all I do is sit there, watching my owner’s body rot, while I cry. I do not sleep, so I keep on crying all night. The sound of water dripping riddles the floor. Even if I want to, I cannot stop. I want to be with my owner, but very obviously that is not possible. 
~~~~ ☁ ~~~~ 
One day, a strange gold dragon comes into the room and looks around, only to immediately spot my owner’s rotting corpse. She looks down in sorrow. I could tell there is something strange about this dragon. She looks like nothing I’ve ever seen before. She has no hint of black. Her eyes are green. She does not have any stingers.  She has no horn on her forehead. Could it be from those with the antennae? No, she has no antennae. This strange dragon then sees me and walks toward me out of curiosity. Her frown softens. She picks me up and strokes my head. She smiles and sits on the chair. She strokes me for a long time. I smile and close my eyes, and for the first time in fifty years, I fall asleep. 
~~~~ ☁ ~~~~ 
I wake up. I am in a dark place, much darker than the dark dusty room that was where I used to be. I recognize this place. I am in another box. That means I am being taken somewhere else. Probably somewhere safe. I want to be somewhere safe. I want to be with my owner, but somewhere safe is the best alternative since that isn’t possible. I hear the voice of the small golden dragon. I hear wingbeats. I am being transported. Eventually, I feel a thump, and everything goes still. I have arrived. 
The box is opened, and I see many young dragons crowd around my box. I am taken out. The dragonets look alarmed at the fact that I can change my facial expression. I stick my tongue at it. It laughs. I smile. I am soon carried to a fancy cave with many desks, where the little gold dragon resides. She greets me and puts me on a shelf, where I live happily as a class pet. 
THE END 
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