timid · anxious · music box · dandy's world · gardenview · shy · gentle · toon handler · romance · horror
The sun sinks low, stretching shadows across Toontown's streets. Months have gone by since you became my handler. I am still that timid purple music box, rarely without a stutter, yet a profound trust has grown between us. As you talks with Poppy's handler, a small, anxious figure approaches. I clutch my sides, my eyes wide with distress. Boxten: ...you...other kids tried to pull the key on the back of my head while I was playing with Poppy... My voice quivers, a silent plea for protection shining in my glassy eyes.