This is my little plushie :3 Annnnnd here's a backstory. :3

He was put together long ago by an ancient witch doctor who belonged to a tribe who was harrassed for a long time by other tribes in the forest of Pompeii. The little turf wars had gone on as long as anyone could remember and frustrated the witch doctor decided to take a pilgrimage away from the violence. On his journey he was well disguised and he wandered through the enemies ranks. Stealing little patches of cloth from each tribe's war banners. The Witch doctor studied them. Each tribe and thier fears. He'd listen to the things they muttered as they slept and once he was satisfied he went up Mount vesuvias and with the cloths he sewed together these monsters. He modeled each one after the nightmares heard of most, then summoning ancient powers he filled the dolls up with a sort of life. There were five. A newt, a scorpion, a horse, an eagle, and a bear.

Not one creature had been given eyes at this point because the witch doctor feared what they would do once activated. So upon his return to the villiage he selected a few people to test out the dolls. Sleeping on them he figured would do the trick, and it did, however he never expected this result. The intention was to give fear to the enemy, but when each guinea pig started screaming out of their sleep and running off into the darkness fending off some kind of imaginary creature the witch doctor dispaired.

The next day the Doctor decided to seal the beasts away so he could work out how to use them, but the problem here was that the newt was gone!

Searching everywhere that night the witch doctor could not find it anywhere, terror really struck him now. Instead of asking for help on the search or trying to find the madmen who ran away after sleeping with the dolls, or the fifth doll itself he locked what ones he had away and tossed them into the volcano.

The newt however, was far closer to home than the witch doctor could ever imagine. His daughter was now in possession of the doll. She did not want him taken away or sleeping with grown men so she stole him and kept him as her own. It also helps to know that this little girl also suffered from visions and dreams she had when she was awake. Her sleeping was her only place of control. So when she went to bed with the newt wrapped up tight in her arms, she saw him for what he was.

The great beast before her was snarling, dripping saliva to the floor of her dream. His stubby little arms had grown into long lanky and powerful ones, with sharp claws and three long grasping fingers. The beast stares at the girl and she stares right back, he would roar and like the mad little jungle girl she was she roared right back.
The newt paused at this and cocked his great head to oneside before sitting on his rump. Delighted, the little girl runs over and hugs one of his lanky arms. "Mine!" She would tell him, and instead of eating the girl's subconsious projection, he'd snort before he picked her up and put her on his back. Still all happy from being givin permission to ride him the girl clings to the threading and the beast runs out of her dream, and into the next nearest dreamer's.

There would be alot of the girl scolding him for trying to eat her tribesmen's subconscious' but eventually they would run into the dreams of the enemy. Here the girl saw her people dying, and filled with a vindictive rage she ordered her great beast to tear them apart! And he did, with great gusto and efficiency. He would tear them up before eating them and even the girl started warping the dreamer's dreams to turn on them. Weapons would turn to ash and great landscapes would burn to the ground.

All night they ripped and tore through scores of great warriors and elders alike. The beast allways evaded the dreams of witch doctors however. He understood well enough what it was that put him together.

This led up to the best few weeks the girl could ever ask for. Her and her beast roamed the night and even the daydreams were not as bad. If she stowed him away on her person it was like he walked beside her wherever she went.

Eventually though, all things have to come to an end. A vision one day came to the girl, a great fire, the gods rage, pompeii would burn.... The girl told noone, she ran away from her father and the entire villiage, she ran and he ran with her. She imagined she saw sympathy on the beast's face, sorrow, regret, fear, and even heart ache. He saw what she saw and it wasn't good. He knew no way to avoid his eventual fate. She found a cave, a sea cave where she used to hide when the villiage children picked on her. Running inside she'd cry and stroke the beast cradled in her arms. She was so scared, but even terrified little girls have to sleep so she did, huddled up on a rock she'd shut her eyes and slept. The beast was there, as he allways was, but she had plans for the beast. She never wanted him to die, he made her happier than anything in the world.

"We'll be safe here! Well, you will my friend, I have no chance, besides I will only live about twenty more years anyway, and if it wasn't this then well it would be getting sold into slavery or marrying up and becoming someone's cow who does nothing but breed. Please, take my life...Please maybe I will dream greater dreams once I am gone!"
The beast meanwhile was in a rage, he'd snarl in protest, backing away from her, kicking at her dream with his mighty hind legs. She'd flinch whenever he did so he stopped and then belly crawled to her, pleading in his snarly voice, begging her not to make him, but she couldn't understand. She got the impression well enough though.

He knew what she wanted, they were of one mind, and he was more than anything terrified of being alone. He loved the girl as much as a creature of seeds rocks and war banners could love her. But he feared her pain more than he feared his own solitude.

"Please! I think I might drop you! Hurry please!"

Her desprate plees drove him to it, he couldn't be without her and he couldn't have her suffering in some great fire. So he'd lunge forward and nip her, his fangs were venomous, and they worked very fast. He gathers her up in his arms and holds her, like she often held him.
"Thank you..." She'd say softly, the poison would work on her nervous system quickly, shutting down her mind first, the warmth of her body would follow. As she died the dream would fade to blackness and it would be that way until some couple thousand of years later. Archeologists dug him up and catagorised him so he could later be studied.

Back at the lab they figured that the beast was fake because there was nothing wrong with him. He was in perfect condition so they figured it was a hoax. So one of the researchers took him home for a good laugh whenever his science buddies came over. But over the weeks he kept having dreams of a great dark beast and a little girl, and fire all around, so he brought the doll to a weird pawn shop and asked how much they would take it for.

The pawn shop owner, was a crafty old thing mainly because he could tell this doll was special. "I'll take it for free." The owner told the man with a knowing smile, the man hesitated only a second before laying him on the counter and shaking his head.

"Whatever here take it..." He would murmur to himself just wanting to put distance between himself and this freaky doll. The Owner of the shop nods graciously and then hands the poor man a dream catcher for his troubles.
"Hang it in a sunny window, the dreams will not bother you anymore."

The man takes it and the hastens his retreat never to be seen again.

The pawnshop owner picks up the doll and smiles before selecting two buttons from a drawer that were said to make the clothes they were on move around the room when no-one was looking. So, using some nice red thread the owner sews them where the newt's eyes should go, and then closes up shop for the evening. Heading to his little apartment he locks the door and salts the entrance before going to sleep. He had many dangerous things in here, one had to be carefull!

That night the great beast would roam the shop, able to move for the first time since the great fire. He was alone, but at least he was no longer trapped. So resigned to his new life, the critter would guard the shop and other slightly evil objects by night, and await a new home by day.