Kind of an interesting idea, huh? So, since you don't really know much about weaver, I will tell you his backstory. ************************************************************** Once there was a little girl abandoned by her widowed mother. She was left with five possessions, The first being a stuffed cat. The second being a collar and the third a small kit. The last two were half of a friendship necklace and a pocket knife. So, the little girl being homeless and all, found herself in an alley. One day, 5 years later, the girl was still surviving. She left to find scraps of food. She came back to her alley starving, her lungs feeling dry and about to blow. She could not find any scraps of food, and she was running out of time. She couldn't sleep that night, thinking of her mother and how nice it would be if she didn't abandon her. The next morning, a strange lady appeared in the alley. She had a bandana over her dry, gray hair and she wore a brown, torn cloak. She glanced, shivering at the girl's last 5 belongings and then looked at the girl. She brushed her old, boney fingers through the girl's dirty golden hair and said, "I too am homeless, though I cannot stay. Great fate comes to you." The lady walked away. Frightened, the girl hugged her stuffed animal tight. She decided to go find more food. Hours later, she only found a half eaten carrot and dry corn. she came back, and all of her possessions were gone except for the cat and a ripped up, scrawny stuffed cat. The girl screamed in horror, ran to the edge of the alley, and found her knife. She sliced through the cat's skinny neck with one whip of her arm. The cat fell, dead on the floor. The alley now drenched with blood as various bright red puddles rippled with tears. She took the blood-stained collar and fixed the stuffed cat's neck. She stuffed the dead cat's body into the motionless plush. She never woke up the next morning. Weaver still echos through the alley, waiting for some other girl to come for it to kill.
