Snow had heard stories of the abandoned toy store. Years ago the toy maker who owned it had left, his destination unknown. The few that saw him last said he walked at his usual pace up the lonely street until he disappeared into the fog, and never returned. The shop had sat there abandoned and untended ever since.
Snow had tried to find next of kin, or whoever had business interests with the shop but had found only dead ends. The thought of all those handmade toys sitting covered in dust and cobwebs, unplayed with and unloved broke the bearās heart. They were such a rarity of craftsmanship in a world of mass produced toys. It surprised him that with such potentially valuable items he had never heard of a robbery at the shop. However there were plenty of rumors of those who spoke about doing so disappearing. This had led to stories it was haunted, and while he didnāt discount hauntings might be real, he didnāt expect a place of joy to be malicious.
He decided if he could get in without damaging the building he would enter and take the toys. But not for his own gain, all of them would be donated to the childrenās hospital ⦠well perhaps he might keep one plush for himself. He also planned to leave a note about what he did and why. He believed such a toymaker would approve and want his toys to bring cubs joy, but the note offered payment if desired.
Late one night the bear skulked down the dark alley to the rear of the shop, looking for a way in. Beside the shops rear door he found an alcove, and built into it was a toy model of the shop. It opened like a doll house to reveal a sliding puzzle, the objective of which was to put toys on shelves. Many times Snow had peered in through the shops grimy front windows, so he easily recognized this as a duplicate of the shop. The bear was obsessed with puzzles, and couldnāt resist taking the time to solve this one. He got to work sliding toys onto their shelves like inside the shop. He wasnāt expecting it to be anything but a game, but when the last toy slid into place the puzzles cash register opened revealing a key. āIt canāt beā he muttered as he took the key and tried unlocking the door. He expected nothing to happen, but the key turned easily followed by the click of a lock opening.
He opened the door and crept inside. No alarm, or even an alarm panel by the door, not that he worried about it. He had never seen light in the shop and assumed the power had been cut when bills went unpaid. He found himself in a workroom with several unfinished toys on shelves or worktables. He felt sorry they would likely never be finished as he hurried out into the store.
He went to the first display shelf and looked at the array of toys ⦠but immediately something didnāt look right. Whenever he had peered through the windows he had seen the toys as dusty, some tangled in webs. And indeed that was the condition of most of the shop ⦠except for the toys. āThatās not possibleā he whispered to himself.
Then his fur bristled as the room suddenly chilled and an eerie voice spoke, āwhat do we have here? A thieving bear it seemsā.
Snowās head swiveled around looking for the source of the voice, it had seemed to come from everywhere at once ā but in the gloom of the room he could see no one else. āNo ⦠Iām here for the toys but not as a thief! Toy Maker, is that you? My intent is for sick cubs to have them, and I am willing to play your price for themā.
āLies, just like all the others you want to sell us. Pay the price you certainly will!ā it replied.
Snow waved around the note he meant to leave. āItās true! See, I even intended to leave this note so you could find me for payment if you ever returned ⦠wait did you say sell us?ā
Another bodiless voice, childlike but haunting in its cadence spoke. āThe bear speaks true, I sense a pure heart in his intent. If he kept any of us it would be to cherish not profitā.
Snow could not see the source of the second voice either, but it sound like it was the toys.
The first voice spoke again āHis intent may have been pure, but his fate is unchangedā.
Snow yelped as he felt something sting his leg. He looked down expecting to see a spider or insect, but instead witnessed a sewing needle passing through his leg with no one to guide it. No sooner had it exited his leg did the limb go numb, and watched as his fur start to be transforming into fabric. Panic gripped him and he tried to run, but his body wouldnāt respond.
āNo ⦠this isnāt possibleā he muttered dropping the note. The needle speared it as it as it continued to dart back and forth painlessly adding stitching to his leg. As the note was sewn on it transformed into a tag.
āYou were concerned for our fate, well now you will share it. Only the Master can release you from his curseā.
āThe Toy Maker? But he disappeared years ago, he might never come back!ā the terrified teddy bear to be cried, as his clothes disappeared and baby doll clothes flew in to replace them.
āFoolish bear, the Master is not bound by mortal constructs like time. He always returns, and will pass judgement upon you when he doesā it said, mockingly the bears pleas.
But the second voice was more tender, āBe reassured, the Master is not an evil being. He delights in bringing joy to cubs. Those that sought to rob him for personal gain are likely to receive a harsh fate, but your goodhearted intents might win his pardon. He may choose to release you back to your time as the bear you were ⦠or at worst he will find you a new home in a new time, as a cub in needās cherished toyā.
Sketchtober 2025 art by @bippy
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