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Oh well. Here goes!

Like most things, there was a beginning. Perhaps long ago, or maybe four minutes from now.

It does sound like the beginning of a story? Maybe it is. Or It's just me being me, like usual.

Anyway! Gather around me my fellow deviants, have a bit of cake, I made it myself.

Well, I didn't, but cake is cake. Imaginary or not.

There was a blue little guy, let's call him Squiggle. And he had a top hat.
"Why?" you ask? Because it's my story, that's why. And I happen to like top hats.

Squiggle was one of what other people would call a Dreamer. He liked being alone, he enjoyed thinking about everything and sometimes you could find him staring happily at a wall, day dreaming his day away.

He lived an easy life, he had friends and nothing was impossible. Life for Squiggle went by in a happy swirly mist.

But, he did have a tiny little hole on his little blue chest, on the upper part (slightly to the left). Like a tiny bit of the puzzle gone missing. Squiggle himself did not know of this funny shaped hole, until a happy day when he accidentally stumbled upon the missing piece.

He was walking one day, happy as always. No goal in mind, Squiggle did love to walk after all. And suddenly he noticed a little piece of a puzzle, lying there on the ground, a piece of himself he did not even know he'd lost.

He picked it up carefully and continued with his walking. Once he got home he noticed that the little bit he found fit right in a hole in his chest, a hole he never even noticed before.

After this he felt wonderful, of course he'd always been happy. But this was something else, it was true happiness!

And life went on as flying fish zeppelins swim through the air, some years passed and he did his best to take care of his little piece of puzzle.

He was out one night, when life was a little less happy, and the world was not filled with swirly glowing things. He stumbled on something, almost fell face first down in the mud.

He looked down and. Well. It was a penguin, made of bits and pieces. It also had a top hat, and for some reason - a tiny little silver spoon which it held like wand, or perhaps a little flower.

Life got even better after this precious find, Squiggle and Mechapenguin (For that was his name) - Although Mechapenguin was a true prankster. And being a penguin he easily noticed things that other might not. Like he did a morning when he woke Squiggle up by gently tapping his head with his spoon.

A piece of Squiggle was missing! A puzzle shaped piece. high up on the chest, slightly to the left.
"Oh well, there's still plenty of me left. One piece gone can't hurt, right?" He said and continued his happy life, his day dreaming and his walks.

Some more time passed, and he did begin to change. Life was not as swirly as it once had been, his walks were not as fun as they was before. Even his day dreaming had come to a stop. He thought that perhaps that little piece he lost so long ago contained the happiness he once had felt. He couldn't remember where and when he had lost it though, or why for that matter.

Perhaps it ran away to find a person who would take better care of it?Perhaps they just grew apart from each other? Who knows? Squiggle certainly didn't.

He didn't know where to start looking for it, and he felt more and more that he did miss that little part of him that had made him so happy before. So he went out for a walk, hoping to find the little bit he missed so much. But no luck for Squiggle, he found a lot of other pieces of puzzles, none of them were the one that once belonged to him.

"But, perhaps I can make one of these other ones fit in my chest, instead of the old one which I can't seem to find?"

This solution worked for as long as 5 seconds, after that he started to feel weird about it. It felt wrong. He tried to remove the piece from his chest, but it wouldn't budge. It sat too tight. He had to pry it out with a twig, causing a small but significant dent in the little piece.

"I'm truly sorry for the dent I caused you. But you and me cannot be us, it is not meant to be"

You'd think Squiggle would learn from this first mistake. But nope. He made the same mistake many times in desperation, he wanted to fill that hole inside of him so badly he tried anything. And in the end he had hurt a lot of tiny puzzle bits and his own puzzle bit shaped hole was not looking the way it was anymore. He couldn't tell what shape it had in the beginning.

Why did I loose my bit in the beginning? Was I a bad person? Did I hurt the little piece? I never meant to hurt any of the pieces I tried in my search either, and still they are hurt.

No more happiness for Squiggle, only the endless wish for a pice of a puzzle to be found, a piece he knew would not fit him anymore because of all his little mistakes.

Squiggle gave up, he didn't want to hurt anyone, and his own beloved piece didn't seem to want to be found either, no matter how much he searched. He comforted himself with Mechapenguin, his best friend. Mechapenguin belonged to them both in the beginning, but apparently he had stayed with Squiggle when the little piece of puzzle had gone missing.

A cold morning in November, he woke up and decided to make breakfast for him and Mechapenguin. But he couldn't find him anywhere. He hadn't slept in his bucket and his spoon was also gone, along with the hat. All of mechapenguin was gone.

He couldn't even find the bowl in which he put Mechapenguins food in, not even the cup board it used to stand in.

"I must be dreaming" he thought. and pinched himself. Nothing happened.

He decided to skip breakfast and head out for a walk, to see if Mechapenguin had managed to sneak out earlier. And perhaps a fresh walk would make him wake up from this dream?

He put on his hat and went out, walked for a good five hours, feeling slightly better but still worried over why Mechapenguin was gone. He missed his best friend.

And while he was walking, he spotted a familiar hat further down the street. A hat belonging to his best friend, under the hat was his best friend, in a leash, held by someone he had never seen before. He ran up to the person and was just going to thank him for finding his penguin - when he noticed something on the chest of the stranger. A little piece of puzzle, a very special piece. It was the piece Squiggle has once found and loved above everything else, in another persons chest, it sat like it was made for him too. The shape of the piece had changed a bit over the years that had gone by, but nothing had changed more than the hole in Squiggles own little fragile chest. For that was only a black hole now.

Squiggle began to realize what was happening. But still he approached the person, the person that was holding his best friend in a leash and his only true love in his chest.

"I'm happy for you, my little heartling, that you've found a place where you are treated like you deserve, where you are not forgotten or ill treated, and I am also sorry if i hurt you. But I must know, why can I not wake up from this horrible dream?"

And The little piece of puzzle, and the person turned to Squiggle and they both answered:

"You are forgiven for I am happy here. And to answer your question Squiggle.."

"You woke up from dreaming this morning."

__________________

Happy Valentine.

Description
Oh well. Here goes!

Like most things, there was a beginning. Perhaps long ago, or maybe four minutes from now.

It does sound like the beginning of a story? Maybe it is. Or It's just me being me, like usual.

Anyway! Gather around me my fellow deviants, have a bit of cake, I made it myself.

Well, I didn't, but cake is cake. Imaginary or not.

There was a blue little guy, let's call him Squiggle. And he had a top hat.
"Why?" you ask? Because it's my story, that's why. And I happen to like top hats.

Squiggle was one of what other people would call a Dreamer. He liked being alone, he enjoyed thinking about everything and sometimes you could find him staring happily at a wall, day dreaming his day away.

He lived an easy life, he had friends and nothing was impossible. Life for Squiggle went by in a happy swirly mist.

But, he did have a tiny little hole on his little blue chest, on the upper part (slightly to the left). Like a tiny bit of the puzzle gone missing. Squiggle himself did not know of this funny shaped hole, until a happy day when he accidentally stumbled upon the missing piece.

He was walking one day, happy as always. No goal in mind, Squiggle did love to walk after all. And suddenly he noticed a little piece of a puzzle, lying there on the ground, a piece of himself he did not even know he'd lost.

He picked it up carefully and continued with his walking. Once he got home he noticed that the little bit he found fit right in a hole in his chest, a hole he never even noticed before.

After this he felt wonderful, of course he'd always been happy. But this was something else, it was true happiness!

And life went on as flying fish zeppelins swim through the air, some years passed and he did his best to take care of his little piece of puzzle.

He was out one night, when life was a little less happy, and the world was not filled with swirly glowing things. He stumbled on something, almost fell face first down in the mud.

He looked down and. Well. It was a penguin, made of bits and pieces. It also had a top hat, and for some reason - a tiny little silver spoon which it held like wand, or perhaps a little flower.

Life got even better after this precious find, Squiggle and Mechapenguin (For that was his name) - Although Mechapenguin was a true prankster. And being a penguin he easily noticed things that other might not. Like he did a morning when he woke Squiggle up by gently tapping his head with his spoon.

A piece of Squiggle was missing! A puzzle shaped piece. high up on the chest, slightly to the left.
"Oh well, there's still plenty of me left. One piece gone can't hurt, right?" He said and continued his happy life, his day dreaming and his walks.

Some more time passed, and he did begin to change. Life was not as swirly as it once had been, his walks were not as fun as they was before. Even his day dreaming had come to a stop. He thought that perhaps that little piece he lost so long ago contained the happiness he once had felt. He couldn't remember where and when he had lost it though, or why for that matter.

Perhaps it ran away to find a person who would take better care of it?Perhaps they just grew apart from each other? Who knows? Squiggle certainly didn't.

He didn't know where to start looking for it, and he felt more and more that he did miss that little part of him that had made him so happy before. So he went out for a walk, hoping to find the little bit he missed so much. But no luck for Squiggle, he found a lot of other pieces of puzzles, none of them were the one that once belonged to him.

"But, perhaps I can make one of these other ones fit in my chest, instead of the old one which I can't seem to find?"

This solution worked for as long as 5 seconds, after that he started to feel weird about it. It felt wrong. He tried to remove the piece from his chest, but it wouldn't budge. It sat too tight. He had to pry it out with a twig, causing a small but significant dent in the little piece.

"I'm truly sorry for the dent I caused you. But you and me cannot be us, it is not meant to be"

You'd think Squiggle would learn from this first mistake. But nope. He made the same mistake many times in desperation, he wanted to fill that hole inside of him so badly he tried anything. And in the end he had hurt a lot of tiny puzzle bits and his own puzzle bit shaped hole was not looking the way it was anymore. He couldn't tell what shape it had in the beginning.

Why did I loose my bit in the beginning? Was I a bad person? Did I hurt the little piece? I never meant to hurt any of the pieces I tried in my search either, and still they are hurt.

No more happiness for Squiggle, only the endless wish for a pice of a puzzle to be found, a piece he knew would not fit him anymore because of all his little mistakes.

Squiggle gave up, he didn't want to hurt anyone, and his own beloved piece didn't seem to want to be found either, no matter how much he searched. He comforted himself with Mechapenguin, his best friend. Mechapenguin belonged to them both in the beginning, but apparently he had stayed with Squiggle when the little piece of puzzle had gone missing.

A cold morning in November, he woke up and decided to make breakfast for him and Mechapenguin. But he couldn't find him anywhere. He hadn't slept in his bucket and his spoon was also gone, along with the hat. All of mechapenguin was gone.

He couldn't even find the bowl in which he put Mechapenguins food in, not even the cup board it used to stand in.

"I must be dreaming" he thought. and pinched himself. Nothing happened.

He decided to skip breakfast and head out for a walk, to see if Mechapenguin had managed to sneak out earlier. And perhaps a fresh walk would make him wake up from this dream?

He put on his hat and went out, walked for a good five hours, feeling slightly better but still worried over why Mechapenguin was gone. He missed his best friend.

And while he was walking, he spotted a familiar hat further down the street. A hat belonging to his best friend, under the hat was his best friend, in a leash, held by someone he had never seen before. He ran up to the person and was just going to thank him for finding his penguin - when he noticed something on the chest of the stranger. A little piece of puzzle, a very special piece. It was the piece Squiggle has once found and loved above everything else, in another persons chest, it sat like it was made for him too. The shape of the piece had changed a bit over the years that had gone by, but nothing had changed more than the hole in Squiggles own little fragile chest. For that was only a black hole now.

Squiggle began to realize what was happening. But still he approached the person, the person that was holding his best friend in a leash and his only true love in his chest.

"I'm happy for you, my little heartling, that you've found a place where you are treated like you deserve, where you are not forgotten or ill treated, and I am also sorry if i hurt you. But I must know, why can I not wake up from this horrible dream?"

And The little piece of puzzle, and the person turned to Squiggle and they both answered:

"You are forgiven for I am happy here. And to answer your question Squiggle.."

"You woke up from dreaming this morning."

__________________

Happy Valentine.