his character here is named "stitches." He was never a happy rag doll, if ever there was one, but I wouldn't be happy either if I spent my entire life without the ability to speak or feel pain... He has been through time, since the 1800's when a demented toy shop owner stitched him out of old dolls clothes and one of his finest suits, after the toy store closed down, the doll was left there behind the boarded doors and windows, the only friends he could make was the dust and spiders. Thieves happened upon the doll, hoping to sell it as a collectors item to the high brows, ended up only making it to the hand of a troubled young girl for a few pounds. He heard every agonizing word from her lips, and absorbed the sadness... they say after the young girl died he was buried with her, and that makes this doll possessed... but who believes in silly myths like that?

the doll was recovered in 1945 and placed in a time capsule, only being recovered around now when found in an abandoned mansion

you guys not pissed off I haven't done any furry art yet? no? good, dont expect alot of it from me, sorry to dissapoint