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Psychic, purple, and plush - that's me, Fuzzytwo.
Once loved by a child and then put away and forgotten, I was given a second chance at love and life through an online portal known as eBay. After a cross-continental voyage to reach my new home, I have since started a new beginning and a new journey with the one I call my Human One.
Welcome to my adventures.
A Not-Quite Nightmare Come True
Apr. 27th, 2012 04:03 pmDo you believe in the sixth sense - that astral and psychic plane that is as ever-present as it is ever-elusive?
A few nights ago, my Human One confessed of having a Nightmare about me. Stolen away from them and then unstuffed and tossed into an alleyway dumpster to rot away, I was - according to my Human One - "lifeless and dying" by the time they were finally able to find me.
"It was only a bad dream my Human One - nothing more," I soothed as I cuddled up against them, but in the deepest fibers of my being, I could feel that I was telling a lie and that Something Bad was about to happen.
When my Human One said nothing in return and simply held me tighter, I knew that they knew that it was only a matter of time.
That said, perhaps I should explain something before I continue with my story.
Though not a Pokemon Trainer, my Human One would be considered by Pokemon Trainer standards to be what is called a Psychic.
Out of all of their 'abilities' at their disposal, the one that is significant for this story and that I will make a mention of is my Human One's ability of Far Sight - being able to see glimpses of the Future in their Dreams.
Also called precognition, too many times has my Human One's Dreams come to fruition and too many times have they been Nightmares.
Going back to my story, knowing what I know about my Human One's Far Sight ability and how they oftentimes manifest themselves in Dreams, I could feel myself getting sick as my own Psychic senses told me that the Dream - the Nightmare that it was - was True and that disaster would befall me sooner rather than later.
Though nothing more was said after that initial hushed admission upon waking, it was as if the confession had awakened a sleeping elephant in the room. And then, last night in fact, disaster struck.
( Read more... )
A few nights ago, my Human One confessed of having a Nightmare about me. Stolen away from them and then unstuffed and tossed into an alleyway dumpster to rot away, I was - according to my Human One - "lifeless and dying" by the time they were finally able to find me.
"It was only a bad dream my Human One - nothing more," I soothed as I cuddled up against them, but in the deepest fibers of my being, I could feel that I was telling a lie and that Something Bad was about to happen.
When my Human One said nothing in return and simply held me tighter, I knew that they knew that it was only a matter of time.
That said, perhaps I should explain something before I continue with my story.
Though not a Pokemon Trainer, my Human One would be considered by Pokemon Trainer standards to be what is called a Psychic.
Out of all of their 'abilities' at their disposal, the one that is significant for this story and that I will make a mention of is my Human One's ability of Far Sight - being able to see glimpses of the Future in their Dreams.
Also called precognition, too many times has my Human One's Dreams come to fruition and too many times have they been Nightmares.
Going back to my story, knowing what I know about my Human One's Far Sight ability and how they oftentimes manifest themselves in Dreams, I could feel myself getting sick as my own Psychic senses told me that the Dream - the Nightmare that it was - was True and that disaster would befall me sooner rather than later.
Though nothing more was said after that initial hushed admission upon waking, it was as if the confession had awakened a sleeping elephant in the room. And then, last night in fact, disaster struck.
( Read more... )
Anxiety Upon Waking
Apr. 11th, 2012 07:00 amMorning comes at last and I have been anxiously awaiting this moment because today marks the day when my Human One picks up their new mobile smartphone - a Nokia Lumia 710.
Why is this important, you ask?
Psychic, purple, and plush, I am also a backpack in disguise and one of the reasons I am able to follow my Human One around in their day-to-day life is because I am the official Guardian of the Phone and Wallet Essentials.
My Human One currently has in their possession a Hewlett Packard Pre 3 and before it, a Palm Pixi Plus and they have both been the perfect sizes for me to tuck away in my holdings.
The Lumia 710, on the other hand, is a new beast altogether. Flatter than the Pre 3 in thickness but longer in length, the Lumia is going to test the limits of my vertical
holding capacity.
If I can't fit the phone, then what?
Will my Human One find another way to hold and carry their phone?
Will they still bring me with them even if I can't fit the phone?
Knowing my Human One as I do, I think I can say that they would never hold my inability to hold something against me. At the same time, they are a rather practical sort of person and if there is a better solution available in regards to the holding and storing of their phone and necessities, they will surely find it.
I therefore can't help but be anxious and I wonder if my Human One is aware of my inner turmoil.
As if hearing my unspoken thoughts, my Human One awakens and before I know it I am being pulled into their arms.
"Good morning, Fuzzy," they say as they tuck their head against mine and I feel my anxieties wash away.
Yes, today really will be a good morning - new phone or not.
Why is this important, you ask?
Psychic, purple, and plush, I am also a backpack in disguise and one of the reasons I am able to follow my Human One around in their day-to-day life is because I am the official Guardian of the Phone and Wallet Essentials.
My Human One currently has in their possession a Hewlett Packard Pre 3 and before it, a Palm Pixi Plus and they have both been the perfect sizes for me to tuck away in my holdings.
The Lumia 710, on the other hand, is a new beast altogether. Flatter than the Pre 3 in thickness but longer in length, the Lumia is going to test the limits of my vertical
holding capacity.
If I can't fit the phone, then what?
Will my Human One find another way to hold and carry their phone?
Will they still bring me with them even if I can't fit the phone?
Knowing my Human One as I do, I think I can say that they would never hold my inability to hold something against me. At the same time, they are a rather practical sort of person and if there is a better solution available in regards to the holding and storing of their phone and necessities, they will surely find it.
I therefore can't help but be anxious and I wonder if my Human One is aware of my inner turmoil.
As if hearing my unspoken thoughts, my Human One awakens and before I know it I am being pulled into their arms.
"Good morning, Fuzzy," they say as they tuck their head against mine and I feel my anxieties wash away.
Yes, today really will be a good morning - new phone or not.
