Once loved, then discarded, Button Eyes was left to rot. Stitched together with care, and then discarded without a second thought. His Button Eyes wept black tears, his stuffing turned cold. Now he wanders with a knife in hand recruiting other abandoned plushies and giving them their Button Eyes.

Patchy and the original Button Eyes started as the same stuffed toy, Button Eyes green, and Patchy grey. They were almost inseparable. However, friends grow apart.. especially when one is getting more love than the other. After years of neglect, and being left to Rot. When Button Eyes woke Patchy, Patchy's grey fur turned pink out of desperation to be loved.

Gnash isn't extinct, just forgotten. Dug up and reassembled by someone who couldn't comprehend the severity of what they had just done, Gnash's bones only remembered hunger. His smile is too wide for his stitched snout, and his roar sounds like grinding teeth. If your toys start vanishing one by one... Gnash is already feeding.

Marked for sacrifice, Lucibaa was meant to be an offering, but something went terribly wrong. The ritual never finished, leaving him trapped between the living and the damned. His red-stained fur burns with an unholy presence, and hte skull on his forehead whispers secrets only he can hear. If you hear distant hooves in the dead of night, do not follow them... he's already coming for you.

Stitched, unstitched, torn apart, and sewn again. Needles has never been whole. A test subject for endless toy designs, they've been cut open, repainted, and rearranged more times than they can remember. Their missing button eye watches from the pile of discarded pieces, waiting for the day they'll finally be whole again. But if you ever hear soft stitches unraveling at night... you might be next.

When the full moon rises, Howley awakens, his golden button eyes glowing in the dark. Once just another forgotten toy, the night changed him. His claws grew sharper, his instincts stronger, and his hunger never satisfied. He waits in the shadows for the next lonely soul to play with.. whether they want to or not. If you hear soft padding footsteps at night, don't look outside.. his glowing eye's are already watching.

Born in the murky depths, Murkwell was never meant to be loved-- only feared. Hidden away, forgotten, and left to rot, he lurked in the shadows, waiting for the world that rejected him to make a mistake. Now, with claws sharper than ever, he rises from the dark waters, eyes unblinking, seeking those who discard what they don't understand. If you feel something brush against your foot in the water... don't look down.

No one ever taught Knits how to hunt, they just always knew. Silent, watchful, patient. They stalk in the corners of dreams, always chasing something just out of sight. The mouse is never caught, but the scratching never stops. Night, Day, Rain, or shine. Knits is always hunting. The mouse is just bait.

No one knows when Zibbit arrived, only that the sky cracked open and the lights inside the house never turned on again. Zibbit speaks in pulses of static and dreams that aren't yours. Their head tilts when you lie. if you wake up with strange symbols carved into your wall, Zibbit is already watching... and you've been chosen.

Once part of a traveling puppet show that vanished without a trace, Jinxie still performs, for an audience no one can see. Their laughter loops like a broken record, and their bell never rings at the right time. Don't clap when the show ends.. Jinxie hates goodbyes.. and loves encores.

He once ruled a crumbling castle where the windows never saw dawn. Banished from his coffin by something darker than night, Count Fang now wanders, thirst unquenched, smile never fading. His bite leaves no wound.. only silence where laughter used to be.