The Owner

The shoney coney tucked back into the corner beneath the bureau. It was safe there, usually, as the Boy didn't search too hard for him. The toy had been told that his new owner would be marvelous and friendly, that there was no feeling so good as being fulfilled by being Owned. They had lied. The Boy laughed at him, and when the Boy's parents weren't around, he entertained himself by forcing the shoney coney to do things that it wasn't made for. It wasn't made for dumping goldfish into the toilet, or for having one of its legs pulled off slowly while it emitted distressed sounds. The noises were supposed to only come out when it was lonely and wanted comfort, which was when the Owner was distressed in a way that could be helped by helping something else.


Inspiration: ?
Story Potential: Medium-high. Would become a story quite easily, but not sure if its a story I'm really interested in writing.
Finished Length: Short story.
Notes: Ah, the Quest for a better Owner. Or something similar. Some way that the toy becomes happy. Also too many animatronic "feeling" toy stories out there in the past couple of years.