사이퍼 (Cypher) DTAE

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I did happen to animate a bit. This is Crane, he is a plushie. He is pretty ignorant, he has hearing problems, too. He is Korean. He hates when toys are not purchased or loved. He loves when he or someone else is played with and loved. Backstory: I'm Crane, I have no confidence. No one has confidence here, anymore. Sure, people in America do. That's why I'm moving there. I want to be confident. I want to love myself. But here, I-- WE, just can't. We live in a lace where everyone is the same. Get adopted, move somewhere, be played with for a while, then forgotten. But in America, they have time for us. They love us. I try to cypher out why they forget about us. They always grow up, leave, and forget. I was sold to an American. They are taing me to America with them. They call me a "souvenir". I'm in America now. Life is so much better here. Kids love me. They pay attention. I've lives with this kid for a couple of months now, she's never forgotten about me. She loves me. I love it here, I never want to leave. Years have passed since I've been adopted. The girl is grown up now. She still remembers me, but doesn't care much. At least I'm still loved. She seems sad, though. I haven't seen her father around since she started acting this way. I'm so confused. I know why she is sad. Her father is gone. He is dead. The girl doesn't love me anymore. She loves this new boy, Jake. He threw me out the window one night. I was alone. In the night. The moon was my new, and only friend. I closed my eyes. I had a dream. In the dream, I was a real cat. I was calling out for the girl. The boy shoved me away. I was yelling her name. He kept pushing me away. Then, another cat came and visited me. She said, "If no one loves you, love yourself, let someone love you," then she was gone. I woke up. I was not in the same spot. I was in a car. In a box. Going to a sale. I was going to be sold again. Or was I? I was going to be burned. The girl didn't love me, so she was going to "recycle" me. Turn my ashes into something better. She didn't love me. She loved me enough, to where I was real, back when she was a child. We laughed, we cried. Now it's time for me to die. And be reborn. I will be real when I wake up, I will be happy again. Playing with new cats. Playing with new people. I will be loved. Not only by myself, by everyone around me. I will be in a world with full confidence, full love, and full respect. Goodbye. (If you read ALL of this, comment Ireum!)