I remember unboxing Stompy for the first time.
It was on Christmas day; a moment full of adrenaline and happiness.
The mesmerizing green and yellow/sand accent skin, and the tropical ocean blue eyes.
I knew when I saw him, he would be the creature that brings comfort to my eyes.
A creature that roams and curiously himself explore the world like my young self.
A creature that I know, scared off the evil in my room. To let me safely enjoy my night sleep.
A creature, that was my best friend.
It's amazing how much he meant to my childhood.
But of course, there is always a "but".
Three years go by.
Parents are divorced, so there was issues on bringing Stompy with me back and forth.
The distance with him, degraded our friendship.
I decided to safely wrap Stompy, and put him back into his box, including everything with him.
Kept him safe in my closet, at my mom's house. Hoping one day, he will awaken, reunited.
My dad won custody of me, and sadly. Stompy and I were separated for good.
Five years later. I'm 18, with a car, college, and a part-time job.
I decided to stop by at my mom's to say hello, had a conversation about my old room.
Something snapped in my head, I completely forgot about Stompy!
I impatiently cut our conversation short, and ran upstairs. Opened the closet of my old room.
Stompy was gone. I ran back down and questioned my mom.
She spoke with no hesitation. She had let some relatives play with it and proceeded pointing towards the downstair's closet.
My heart sank. Stompy, awoken to strangers he has never seen before. Who knew what they have done to him.
I frantically opened the box, pulled Stompy and carried him like a child of mine.
A quick scan top to bottom in my arms was enough, my heart sank... He was hurt...
Skin peeled and cracked, neck broken, tail broken, and downed eyes avoiding me.
Telling me why, why did I leave him here.
I am heartbroken and sad at this point. My childhood trashed *snap* just like that.
Took a moment of silence...Good memories zooming and popping in my head.
I carefully put Stompy back in the box, Searched the house for all the missing accessories,
Put him in my trunk, and drove back home on a sadly convenient rainy day.
I started thinking on the way back home. I'll find help and fix...... my Stompy.
If there is anyone that can diagnose and revive my Stompy... Please.