A/N

I considered tying this directly to characters such as Andy or Emily, but instead made it more general. And that I've still got plushies stuffed up in a deserted cupboard level myself...0_0

Cast Aside

Once on the shelves of a comfy room,

Now a room that's too small.

Space must be made for the tools of the future,

Stacked from the floor to the walls.

...

The old denizens gathered, stuffed in a cupboard,

They have a new residence now.

"For how long?" they ask. "What of the past?"

"And what's in here that smells so foul?"

...

Stitches are fraying, their colours are fading,

Their stuffing is spilling out.

The ominous cupboard, they are within,

While their owner is always without.

...

They're worn by ageing while their owner is paging,

Or tweeting or using a phone.

Connected to the world of a teenager,

While his toys are feeling alone.

...

The years drag on, the days grow more long,

And darkness is all they have left.

They have each other, but their owner, their mother,

Of her love they are bereft.