It had been six days - or so Aaron thought, as the days seemed like they were blurring together - and still he
sat there, stuck as a Dewott plushie, with that stupid Dora doll staring down at him. Though he was extremely
agitated from having to look at the same scene continuously for the past 140-odd hours, he at least had a good
idea in his head of what he was going to do with the Chronivac when he was able to move again.
*God, I wish I could move again!*
Something seemed to tick in his mind when he thought about it. Seeing as he couldn't move, he imagined himself
scratching his head in confusion - and felt something brush against the fin atop his head.
He looked up to see what was going on... *Wait! I'm looking up!* He looked down at himself and discovered that
his paws were moving around as he told them to. He told himself to take a step forward, and his leg inched
forward, slowly but surely.
"I can move again!" ...Or, that was what he would have shouted, but unfortunately even though he could move,
he was still a plush toy, and plush toys don't have mouths. Aaron's mouth was but a stitched black line, and
try as he might he couldn't pry it open. *Ah, well. At least we're getting somewhere.*
Happy with his discovery, he quickly pushed the Dora doll out of the way and began to dance around the desk in
excitement. *Finally! I can change myself b-* But before he could finish, his stubby plush foot slipped off
the edge of the desk, and the rest of his body followed, landing with a very soft thud against the floor
below.
Aaron sat up, not dazed at all. *Well, there's one advantage of being a plush toy.* He looked up to find the
computer, the instrument that would return his humanity to him, seemed to be lightyears away. *How am I
supposed to get back up...?*