Before we begin, I should probably introduce myself: I am broken,

not as in I am in need of repair,

my name is literally Broken.

People seem to think that I’m actually broken for some reason

Either way let’s begin

I opened my eyes one morning to find everything in disarray, there was an unidentifiable liquid on the walls, Legos covering the floor, and strangely enough: the roof was gone... I looked up and pondered of how this could have happened. I jumped down from my place on the shelf, and began to look for Mawly. She was the owner of the little doll I’m possessing right now, she doesn’t seem to mind, actually she rather enjoys my company and presence... 

I haven’t felt that way in a while.

As I headed downstairs I noticed that the trail of destruction and deadly pieces of plastic continued on for quite a while, “Hey, Mawly, why is the house completely destroyed?” As I reached the end of the stairs asking the question I saw two things almost immediately, the same mess trailing into the living room, and a note...

We have your friend. If you want to see her again you will come to this address in two days bring money, lots of it.

I wasn’t completely sure how to handle this, all that was definite was that we were flat broke at the time, couldn’t pay rent much less a ransom. If I went to save her if I’d have no idea what I’m up against, meaning that I’d probably die if they knew what I was and how me or my body worked. Calling the cops would probably backfire seeing as our track record isn’t exactly clean, that and I think there’s a stash of all kinds of illegal shit somewhere near the couch...

Yeah I’m screwed...