I want to adopt a charrie! 8D
Username: 0oOBubbles0oO
Name: Sandwhich
Gender: None
Backstory(optional):
As day becomes night, the people of the little village gather together, waiting for that night of all nights. The night where everything they ever hated gets lost in a fiery death of the bonfire while fireworks celebrated their feelings. As the mobs and crowds of this restless little town march onward determinedly, a little girl is weeping, being tugged along by her father's strong hands, ignored by everybody. Though nobody listens, they hear her sharp cries of pain, and her sorrowful wails, longing for the little stray puppy she had seem moments ago as she was walking towards the great fire in the town square. As tears slowly drip down her face and onto the cold, dark paved roads, the mangy little puppy follows the only hope he has of ever being loved.
Only minutes later, the crowds have arrived, and begin to taunt the little mannequin, wishing people in their own lives could be burned with it. And all the while, the little girl cried, and the little puppy searched for her, unknowing of what he was doing. Suddenly, he saw her and leaped towards the little girl. Turning to see what unwelcome creature had disrupted the miniature revolution that was arising, nearby people turned, including the father of the little girl. Quickly, he pulled his daughter away, out of reach of the mutt, but the combined force of the puppy and her father was too much, and both girl and dog went tumbling into the flames, of the great bonfire. A moment later, and they were lost forever as burning paper and wood fell on top of them.
As the night closed, the fireworks slowly died away, until only a few were left hanging in the sky. The bonfire had been hastily put out, but there were no recognizable signs of the missing pair, and the father was left to go home to his wife, left to explain what happened. The last street sweepers swept away some charred remains that had escaped the bonfire, then the streets were empty. No fire, no people, no fireworks, no feelings. All that was left, was a shaking creature with almost no distinguishable shape. As it clawed its way out of the pile of charcoal and ash and scuttled away from what used to be a monstrous fire, the thing, that seemed almost wrapped in paper, tripped. Slowly standing up, getting used to the way it felt, was a dog-shaped creature, made of words on paper. And as the now genderless, combination of weeping girl, lost puppy, and burned paper, crept into the shadows, the last light of the last firework illuminated the words forever etched on the skin of this creature. No. Incorrect. Wrong.
Any art you've made of the charrie(optional): Can't Draw XP
Current Bid:

(I know it is a sucky bid, but I could add some more, especially pets from my Trades Group *wink*)
Link to your charrie page:
You can even see what I do with characters I adopt as well. ^^Why do you think you'll be a good owner for this pet: I love the concept of being given the wrong message, being influenced to do the wrong thing. It is what defines innocence from experience. I also love the way the fact that "it" is Sandwich'd between paper that almost insults "it". It makes me want to take it home and unwrap it so it can feel free again.