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This lil' fella, his name is Oak. He's a Micropet from 2002, and my lil' buddy.
Oak would turn on in the middle of the night only when my mom came to check on my sister and I, who in turn had her own Micropet, a pink pony named Sky. Sky never would turn on without a human to press the button on her head, it was only Oak here.

Naturally this gave my mother the creeps and at first I thought she was playing a joke so I stayed up one night only to find that her story was true, the little horse turned on and growled. I wasn't afraid, same as I never got unnerved by my Furby's despite the way they would talk without batteries and glitch out, making horrible screeching noises.

Over the years my sister and I slowly forgot about our pets in favor of the living ones we'd gotten. Oak and Sky then went on the journey that toys go on when they're being shuffled around the house and generally ignored.

Sad as it was my sister and I occasionally found the two in various boxes or under our beds and relived our fondness of the simple times when our pets did not need to be cleaned up after, but over the years Sky's battery faded out and she no longer came too life at the touch of a button. My sister lost interest in the toys completely at this point.

The two returned to their shuffle-journey and now whenever Oak turned up I'd bring him to my mother who would either chuck him at a wall or bash him on a table, she still resented the thing. After the first few times this happened I stopped fearing he'd get damaged as he never did and he soon returned to his shuffle.

Enter 2012, my senior year of highschool. As students we were asked as an assignment in Drama to bring an item or two of our childhood and tell a story about it, how we related to it and if we still did. It wasn't meant to be tough, it was our last week and she wanted us to have a fun nostalgic assignment to end our highschool lives.

/Obviously/ I planned to bring my stuffed lion, Nala, (who is actually Kovu, but don't tell her that) and a couple of Hotwheels cars. All of which I'd realized over the years proved my gayness from a young age, under six even. I mean both Hotwheel's were girls and I wanted them to be a couple because I just couldn't decide which one should be the boy. And Nala... Well she's a Kovu in drag. Looks like him, nothing like Nala, but hey. Shes totally Nala and I wouldn't change a thing about that.

I couldn't find one car- The red one, I had the green convertable ready to go, but the hot rod? Nowhere. The house was upside down, I was frantic, the bus came in ten minutes, and I couldn't find the damn thing. Frustrated I sat at the computer desk to e-mail a friend that I would have to just bring in Nala, I didn't want to only have half of my lesbian car couple.

However before I even turned on the monitor, right beside it, was Oak. Just sitting there, being all horsey and looking shiny as Christmas morning when I unwrapped him and freed him from his bindings. On the fly, I changed my mind on what to bring.

My teacher found the story I told amusing. How Oak would scare my mother at night and how he still worked ten years later, strong as ever, despite his abuse. Told her I learned how to be persistent from the thing, which was a stretch, but in all honesty I just wanted to bring this to class and show it off. No one in my class had ever seen a horse Micropet before, and few others even knew they existed.

I tried to turn him on and was shocked to find that he was completely unresponsive. My teacher, the dramatic that she is, gave a small speech about how it must have been his time and how I should make a shelf for him, to honor him forever. I of course promised her I'd keep him close by for years to come.

One girl thought it was lame what I said, said that it wasn't a scary toy and that sentiment was meaningless. After class, before the bell she tried to steal Oak from me. I don't know her intentions, I assume to make me upset as she's always been a jerk to me like that. I didn't notice until I heard an all to familiar growl and turned to see her and a friend trying to shut him up by smacking him through the girls bag.

Because I know confronting them myself would result in nothing, they'd deny it and laugh it off, I told my teacher as lame as it sounds and boy was she angry. She made them empty the bag in front of the class, and little Oak, all growly and red eyed, fell out onto the desk. Some classmates seemed spooked, but I was just happy my little Oak was safe and not with some jerks. The two girls got a Saturdays detention for that, a bit extreme if you ask me now, but at the time I was really happy with my teachers choice.

Now last year, I got ready to move. I was heading to my first apartment, leaving the country and going to the big city, or as city as you can in Maine... (Don't even thin about it stalkers, I have a vicious Micro-horse)
I made sure to find Oak, and once again I couldn't turn him on. I tried everything including the 'Merican way of fixing things and hitting it a few times. Nothing.

I told my mom, and she couldn't have been happier. Now my mom isn't a mean person, I was over playing the situation, Oak is, after all, a toy. Unlike a real pet I could still keep even if he was 'dead'

To celebrate she threw him across the room. I picked him up, whining dramatically about how she should respect him.

But then... I heard it, the song he sings upon awakening. Felt his little hooves tapping, his ears twitching. Looked down and saw his eyes flash.

My mother groaned.

(...I didn't plan to write all that, but I haven't slept in a long while and my fingers just didn't stop typing XD I found it amusing anyway, and yes. Oak still works, I took that picture an hour ago, I don't understand how he's still working, but I don't care, it amuses me so much and I do luff my little Oakey)