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You approach him in his desolate state and pat your hand on him. He looks at you with what can only be described as puppy-dog eyes, then he looks at his entrails and then back at you. You understand exactly what he's trying to tell you. He wants you to help him out.
That is a very strange thing for a PLUSH DRAGON to do. Wanting. That would imply either that he has a conscience that observes needs and wants, or that he is alive. For this pre-solved case, we answer with the former. On one of your sleepovers at Suki's house, you brought Bob with you to sleep with you. Your grandmother had just ran away, so you devolved to a state of juvenilia. I mean, you were 11, but a giant stuffed dragon was a bit excessive. Suki, of course, was making fun of you, but Mew Mew and Syb were defending you. Mew Mew had asked why you were hugging this plush, and then she offered to give the plush a conscience, you accepted, then a little ritual later, and then Bob was born, at least the conscient mind that inhabited the plush of Bob.
You brought the plush back home, and your dad loved him too. Of course, he also liked Xantherass, who was made at about the same time, so, perhaps his judgement can't be entirely trusted. He, your dad, would dance with Bob and then place Bob on the Cat Murphy bed. Later, when nobody was watching, Xantherass would put Bob in strange places around the house. One time, you remember going to the litterroom, then Bob was in the box, and you pulled him out and cleaned him up using the sink because your house doesn't have a shower or bathtub. Another, you remember finding him in your grandmother's old room inside a box within a box within a box that is itself in a box. You enjoyed that less than the other ones, but you did enjoy a lot of the hide-and-seek elements of the journey.
Your grandmother used to live at your house. She had a room right under the junction between your father's and yours. That's part of why the study is so slanted, because there used to be a room between the hall and the study. The door was in the hallway, as expected. Your grandmother was old-fashioned. I mean, she was on her 8th life, which is about 160 years. She only took up a little amount of space. She didn't have a large bed, nor did she have a lot of worldly possessions. However, she did have a lot of very old technology. She had a telegraph system in her room that hooked up to her other octovitanents, other people on their 8th life who she'd met oh so long ago. She also had a big device claiming to be a "TV", which she used to watch televessels on. She also had a record player. That's the next thing to do, after you finish this safe business.
After her running away, you and your dad turned the room into storage, just in case one storage room wasn't enough.
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