Raina - Hello, I'm one of the others in the head. I like writing, its been a bit so I'm rusty but I hope you enjoy the story. Bianca has given me permission to post it here. :3 feedback welcome!

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"Goodness gracious who left a torn up plushie like you all out here alone?" Startled at the sudden voice, you turn to see a small fox dressed like a witch behind you. Her large ears flicking and furling about as she waits for your response.

"Not a talkative toy? Hmm wonder if I can help that too.." She says walking around. You want to ask who she is, how she got into your home. Before you can though there is an odd feeling keeping you from doing so.

"Welp I'll just have to fix you up." With a tap of her staff, you're flung elsewhere. Far from your room, in a more cottage cozy environment. Plushies of all shapes and sizes strewn all around.

You feel as if they are welcoming you. Wanting you to be warm. Playing on some desire to be snug and cozy you didn't know you had.

The witch meanwhile was rummaging around while humming. Pulling out a needle, thread, and some stuffing. Everything a plushie could need for fixing. Once she had everything she motioned to a chair. You couldn't help but saunter over, sitting and wondering what's going on.

You should have control right? What's this kid up to? Witches we're known to be friendly in your town, so you weren't tooooo worried. Still she did show up unannounced, absconding you both off to her cabin...

Pondering along you didn't even notice her approach, nor feel the needle as it entered your arm. It felt numb once you finally noticed.

Looking down you find it rather... well round is the easiest way to put it. It was puffy, and fuzzy. Pretty, and pink. Though there were tears. Here and there, why you could see a few going up your arm. Over your shoulder. Stitching tore open, your arm hung loose from your body. You could still feel it, and if your owner wasn't working on it you could move it.

... owner? No no, that's not right. You're not owned by anyone, certainly not your owner... there it was again.

Ok well you still have your name right? It was... PINCH! The needle startled you this time. Pressing into your other arm, you were aware this round.

The warm numb sensation traveling up from where the needle started. Your are fuzzy and blue this time. How curious, you're miss matched.

Soon enough it was like your other arm, hanging loose, torn, even the button to connect it to your body was loose!! Oh no! Hopefully owner can help.

The little witch bubbled and hobbled around. Looking you over. "I promise this won't take long or be scary ok." She said with a wink, tapping her staff to your nose.

Suddenly everything seemed much brighter. Colors popping all over!! The pastels of the room shining as you finally notice them. Everything is so cozy and warm here. You even notice all your friends smiling up at you. Some in awe, some wanting to be next, others happy to see you getting the love you truly deserved.

You couldn't help but to slump back as if all your worries were ebbing to the tide of warmth. The little witch giggling from below "its good ain't it? Don't worry I'll get you allllll fixed up. Then we can start to play. OK Patchie?"

Patchie... is that your name? Just hearing it sounded wonderful. Excitement washing through you, gosh you wanted to plaaaaaaay. The others were waiting gosh darn!!

But you were getting repaired. The fox below poking and prodding at your legs. Watching them twist and turn into blue and pink limbs respectively. Torn parts here, fluff poking out there.

"You must have been through a lot patchie.. don't worry though I know how to fix my toys." She smirked. Tailed behind her flopping around happily.

You could feel yourself moved around and onto the floor. For easy access to work on. Laying down was nice, all your friends looking over you. Cheering you on for a good recovery. You even caught a look at your body, nice round light purple fluff, with a small mane.

The witch meanwhile tugged a string on your back. Was that always there? Before you could even think on it you felt a pull. Like you were unraveling.

She was pulling you open, letting your fluff pop out and loosen. Oh god, something wasn't right.. something is wrong... you're not a plush, you're a person right? How could you have let thi

"Hey.. it'll be ok. I don't know your actual name, but I can feel you're hurt. This isn't forever, I promise. I want to help patch you up. You couldn't see it yourself hon." She sat back, patting over your head helping you to settle back down. How often has she done this?

As you settled she got back to work. Digging around through the fluff, pulling out a big squishy tattered heart. One that was very soft, and gentle to hold. Her hands felt nice... being held this way? Felt amazing, all that worry washed away. You fell back into being Patchie.

With that she passed you over to a large gentle teddy bear. The two of you wandering over to the fire place. The bear striking a match and lighting it. The two of you sitting in comfort.

The witch meanwhile got to work. Stitching your body up, replacing fluff that had clunk together inside you. Even though you were far from it you could feel the effects.

A fixed tear mending a bad memory, helping you cross it. A sewn up limb helping to feel you're more together. Replacing your eyes so you can see more clearly the joy in the world. Restuffing you with completely new fluff, as if your thoughts got reworked. Your innocence put back into you.

Things started to seem not so bad, maybe opening up and getting patched up was all you needed? She was sewing you back up now, though you were outside your body still. You could feel her kneading the cotton around. Adjusting it so every part of you was juuuuuuust right.

Before wrapping up, the bear you were with gave you a kiss. Handing you back to your owner. She gentle pushed you down into your body.

Gosh it felt great! A whole new you almost. Once in place, she finished sewing you back up. Once she sat you down from it you found you were plenty small.

It didn't bother you too much though. With a pat on the head you got the permission you were waiting for "Go on now, go play." And with that.. you were off.