A soft surface was the first thing Leafy felt when she woke up. Dazed and confused for a second, Leafy sat up, looking around. She froze, clenching the fabric beneath her.

She was in a bed.

She looked around for an answer, only to find even more questions. There was a plate of food sitting on the nightstand beside her, practically steaming.

Throwing her feet over the edge of the bed, she jumped down, noticing how high she was of the ground. Leafy walked over to the nightstand, looking at the food, confused.

She wasn't sure how the food got there... until she tensed in realization. Someone was in the house with her. It would explain how she suddenly moved from the parlor to a bed.

Leafy walked over to the door, opening it. On the other side was a hallway she had not seen before, although it looked as grand as the rest of the house.

She stepped out, closing the door behind her. Glancing to her left, she noticed there was a window. Light was seeping through, but she couldn't see through it.

It was almost as if the glass was frosted over. She started to subconsciously walk towards it, only for someone to suddenly grab her hand.

Leafy froze, her heart beating against her chest. She wanted to see who was behind her, but fear had overtaken her body, refusing to let her turn around.

"...Leafy?" A familiar voice spoke, shaking her to her core. She started to turn her head. It took her a moment to register the figure she saw.

The object behind her...was Firey.

He was almost unrecognizable, his normal orange hue being nonexistent, where he was an odd grey and white combo instead. He smiled at her, strangely friendly.

There was a slight gap in between his front teeth, adding to the surreality of the situation. "You're awake!" He said, as Leafy turned her entire body to face him.

He hugged her, causing her to tense. His body was plush, and soft...Almost as if he were...one of the dolls...She wanted to push away, but was unsure if she should.

"F-Firey?" She questioned, confused. "Hm?" He replied, still hugging her. She was at a loss for words. What was she supposed to say? Her old friend was clinging to her!

After years of ignoring her, he was giving her more attention then she could process! He was basically snuggling her, although she didn't mind.

For once, he wasn't burning her. But that was suspicious as well. "Um...Are..." She started, finally knowing what to say. "Are you a doll...?"

'Firey' tensed, quickly letting go of her. He sheepishly laughed, nervously glancing side to side. "W-What gave i-it away?" He asked, placing his arms behind him.

Leafy backed away slightly, and he frowned, reaching out to her. "No, wait! I'm sorry!" He said, grabbing her hand. "Please don't go!"

She stared at him with worry, seeing how desperate he looked. She thought for a moment. It wouldn't hurt to stay a little bit longer with him, would it?

Maybe she would be able to get some answers. Finally, she smiled at him, gently squeezing his hand. "Okay..." She said, as he smiled brightly.

The Firey doll pulled her into another hug, causing her to tense slightly. Leafy was going to have to get used to contact again, wasn't she? Although, she had to admit. It rather was nice.

Thankfully, he broke the hug early, and began to lead her through the house. "I can't wait to show you everything! Ever since you stepped foot into this place, I've been so excited to meet you!"

She stared at him, wondering if he had an actual name. "Hey...uh..." Leafy started, as he looked towards her. "I...I'm not sure what to call you..." She told him.

He smiled at her, pointing to himself with his free hand. "Just call me Firey!" He said, slight excitement in his voice. Leafy stared, slightly confused.

"Are you sure...?" She asked, as he waved a hand dismissively. "Yeah, unless there's a nickname you wanna call me, or something." Leafy decided not to press further.

It seemed like he didn't know about the real Firey.