Patched ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time Spent: 3 Days (I played around with the lighting, plus I was busy </3. I fell in love as soon as I saw him) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Patched was once the thread in a spool and the fabric in a torn dress that a girl with a life that was broken and cold. This girl's name was Thistle Inkwick She lived in a home where her father was long dead and long gone, and where her mother was selfish and neglectful of her lonely daughter. This was dangerous, as Thistle often had thoughts of ending her life short. She grew so lonely, she sliced her favorite dress to pieces, a beautiful teal green, took the stray buttons, a collar from the dog they once had before he died of neglect and not receiving the proper care he needed, as he was only young when he caught illness, and white thread from a spool on her dusty shelf. She worked for months, until she finally had a rough doll. She named him Patch, short for Patched. When she grew old, she so desperately clung to her life, a chance to start over. So when Death came, she offered her only friend, Patch. Death saw something more than thread and tears in Patched's hollow, glossy, plastic eyes. Death brought Patch to the world of Anthros, where he lived clueless and under a sheath of lies Year on earth: December 12, 1999.
Art, Code: @VanillaCrescent OC: Patched (design by @tseqqo)
