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|agnes marie little||
Posted: Dec 5 2017, 03:19 PM
Blanket from Brave Little Toaster
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Agnes spent the first twelve years of her life bouncing around foster homes after being abandoned at birth by her mother and spending several months in the hospital. Difficult and strange, the girl was hard to place and became even more withdrawn and timid as time went on. Eventually she was taken in by a psychologist who ran a unique group home for troubled children and adults alike. Situated in an enormous cabin in the woods, the facility was unsupervised and as a result, Michael was left to raise his charges as he saw fit.
For the next eighteen years, Agnes lived quietly with Michael and the others in their cabin in the woods. It was a simple, though sometimes difficult life. Agnes was shy and withdrawn, rarely speaking unless spoken to first. Michael was temperamental, petulant, and alternated between spoiling his charges and abusing them. Despite these shifts, Agnes grew increasingly dependent on him, often spending her evenings curled up by his feet, or sleeping in a pile of blankets outside his bedroom door. Out of everyone in the house, Michael was the only one she really listened to. The other occupants were mostly ignored. Michael himself did little to help Agnes adjust. He treated her more like a beloved pet or toy than a human being. An enormous, burly fellow, he could lift the adult Agnes with ease, and he often carried her around the house or allowed her to sleep at the foot of his bed.
This peculiar treatment did not exempt her from his violence. If anything, her close proximity to him often exacerbated it, and it wasn’t uncommon to see Agnes sitting on Michael’s lap one minute, then being bent over the couch and whipped with his belt the next. Even she could rarely say what she’d done to provoke him. When she wasn’t by his side, she was working. Agnes and the others had daily chores they were expected to perform: preparing meals, keeping up with the laundry, and seeing that the cabin was kept tidy. Michael had a day job in the city, working as a counselor, and he often left his charges on their own for quite some time. Besides the children, there were a few adults there as well, for the program took in anyone who needed a place to go. Agnes was often despondent and even more sullen and uncooperative when Michael left for work. Only fear of punishment compelled her to work—however reluctantly—with the others to ensure that the place was spotless upon his return.
Michael also oversaw the group’s education, giving Agnes and the others the basics of an education—though Agnes’s barely reached the middle school level. By far the most damaging thing she learned from Michael was to punish herself when she misbehaved. He started the practice, cutting her back with a razor blade when she acted up. He told her that it was her penance, and her punishment. Eventually, he made her do it, compelling her to tell him when she'd failed to perform a task, or had preformed it poorly, and then handing her the blade when she'd finished her litany of misdeeds. Now, she carried the blade everywhere, as Michael had taught her.
Just last year, Michael’s practice relocated him to San Diego. He moved to an enormous house, bringing his unusual collection of misfits with him. To help contribute, they eachgot a job. Agnes worked nights and weekends as a janitor, devoting her days to her chores. The others found odd jobs—mostly menial labor positions—around San Diego. Michael had to travel more and more for work, and sometimes Agnes worried that he would not come back. Lately, she’d been having strange dreams, all about talking appliances. In one, she was a blanket, desperately lonely and sad because someone called The Master had left her alone. She woke from that dream to discover a strange mark on her forearm: three small holes, shaped like the holes in a wall socket. She hadn’t said anything about these strange events to anyone, especially not to Michael. Suppose he decided she was useless and threw her away? She could not live if that happened. She could not she could not she could not. So she did her work and kept her mouth shut about the dreams and questions that plagued her.
Blanket from The Brave Little Toaster
pronouns: she, her
birthday: March 15, 1987
face claim: Tatiana Maslany
|combat the wombat||
Posted: Dec 6 2017, 09:22 AM
raichu from team instinct
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i have never seen brave little toaster, but my goodness this woman has been through hell and back with that abusive master of hers. hopefully she would be able to find her own footing and voice eventually, and be free from that abuse once and for all. i look forward to seeing what she gets up to in san diego! welcome to fantasies and don't forget your claims!
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