Lost

[hisheadintheclouds]

[Marcella came in with a giant plush, it looked battered, fluff hanging out of some broken stitches and dirt on him, there was an eye patch over one of his soft brown eyes. Scruffy hair and tattered vest with a shirt and pants. Poor thing looked like a nice bed like plush but he was so beaten. She brushed it away as laid it on the bed and ran out of the room to go ask mom if she can clean him up soon.

As soon as the toys were all alone. Arthur, who was that tattered and dirty giant plush, shakily got up as he looked around the room. Getting up toward the window. Trying to see around the neighborhood as he frowned]

Wh-Where... Where am I??

Oh no, I'm really lost...