Humans always seek for their purpose of existence. Like how plants exists for the purpose of giving oxygen, we, toys, have purposes as well.
At first, our creator would sprinkle a bit of magic on us. After we are a complete creation, we would be sold off from a toy's store.
When a kid would take interest on us, buy us and bring us to their homes; our purpose of existence will start.
"Dred, keep this in your mind..."
"You are not like any other toys."
"You are special."
My owner is like the star.
He's beautiful in many ways, and he's kind.
Way too kind to the point he hides from his parents that he's actually, really... really sad and lonely.
If only I could move these fluffy hands of mine,
I would wipe his tears away.
But he is my star.
Beautiful... yet far and lonely.