(F/S/A): Fav. Stuffed Animal
(FSA/N): ^ Name
(F/M/T): Fav. Male Toon
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Normal Pov:
I fast walk away from the man until I look back and I don't see him anymore. I sigh and look at the street signs. "There's Garland...Garfeild....ah here it is, Springfeild." I run down the street until I come a cross a dirty dishwater colored, two story house.
I look at all the windows and all the lights are off. "Good, hopefully I can get my stuff and run for it." I go to the kitchen window and pull it open. "Dumbasses...this is just asking for them to get robbed. Oh wait, they are...sorta." I jump in and land on my feet with a small thud. I stand still, listening for any sort of movement. "..." Nothing. Good.
I see my school bag thrown in a corner of the room covered in mud. "How...ah who cares." I walk over to it, grabbing it and going down to the basement.
I look around and scoff. Why didn't I run away sooner?
I grab all of the things I could and stuffed them into my backpack after I dumped the school stuff out of it.
I grabbed my (F/S/A) (FSA/N), I've had him/her since I was in the 2D world. I grabbed a picture I had taken with my old toon pal (F/M/T). I sigh looking at the picture. I don't know where he went when we all made it to this 3D world...I wasn't but four years old. I was one of the rare toons that you got to see actually grow up, not just start out as an adult.
I growl as I remember all the torture I've been through since then. "I need to get out of here." I grab clothes and other necessities and walk back up the stairs. I felt like I was being watched.
I quickly turn and see nothing. Weird...but I don't have time to waiste I need- Suddenly the stair lights turn on and heavy footsteps can be heard. I run into the kitchen and jump on top of the fridge, scooting as far back as possible. The shit stain of a man I regret calling 'father' came into view and I wanted to hurt him. My tails start to swish violently in response to my anger rising.
"Mother fucking *yawn*... why's the window open?" he walks over to it and slams it shut. "That little shit better not be back..." My anger flares and I hiss. He jumps and looks at me. I felt weird. Like my body was melting...I throw my bag on the ground and jump off the fridge. He growls and yells, "Why the hell are you back?! Why can't you die?!" I just snicker. My eyesight is covered by ink and I feel my teeth and tail grow sharp. "Because FATHER I'm a toon and toons. Can't. Die!" I yell as I pull out a small toon-y hammer. "AND THIS TOON HAS PUT UP WITH ENOUGH OF YOUR SHIT!!!" I yell and hit him upside the head with the hammer. His head snaps back and he falls, unconsious on the floor. I chuckle and my hammer disappears. "Bastard."

I shake my head and the ink that was melting on me flies off. "That...was weird...that's....that's never happened before..." I look at my hand, my gloves still intact and fine. "What..." I just grab my stuff and jump out the window, running as fast as possible back to the studio before that horrid woman called the police.