Creepypastas

My Pal Scout

The big day finally arrived, and my son wobbled out of bed and down the hall towards the beautifully decorated fake tree we had put up in the living room. There weren't that many packages under it, although lord knows that I had tried my best in saving up as much money as I could in order to make all of his holiday wishes come true. I'll never forget the look on my son's face when he saw our tree. There he was, in his rocket-themed pajamas and green bunny slippers, clutching his teddy bear and staring, just staring with the utmost awe, and our simple, yet vibrant tree. He rushed to my side and hugged me.

"Merry Christmas!" He cheered, and began digging into his loot. I held my breath as he opened the last box, marked, as I always did with his special toy, "From Santa". The look on his little face rivaled that of his expression when he had seen the tree, as he pulled out the little green puppy named Scout. It was an odd toy. Not in the fact that it was green, or even the fact that you had to program it via internet before it would even work. Maybe this sounds perfectly insane, but I swear that something wasn't right about its eyes. They seemed... Almost too good to belong to a toy. Sure, they were stitched and adorable, eyes that you would expect to see on a child's plaything. But there was just something in how detailed they were that really stood out to me. But what did I care? My son finally had his dog.

He immediately suggested that I program it, and I of course nodded and complied. I booted up the internet, and plugged in the USB cable; one end to my computer, and the other to Scout. I carefully read the instructions and typed in the web address. A screen popped up. There was a picture of Scout, as well as the female version of the toy, Violet. I remember chuckling to myself at the image, because instead of showing the toys, there were two poorly photoshopped puppies on the page. It looked as though someone had literally taken a picture of two cute puppies, and used the flood fill tool to color one green, and the other purple, Violet's color. I couldn't help but chuckle. My son could have done better. Furthermore, the site itself seemed very... Sketchy.

It looked like one of those freebie sites made by young teens, with its poor spelling and grammar, and simple background and tabs. Definitely NOT what one would expect from a major toy company. But they had my money, and I had their toy, so I wasn't about to complain. The first screen popped up.

"Welcome!" It read, "To your new life with Scout." Cute. I thought. Towards the lower right of the screen, there was a tab marked NEXT. I clicked it. The next page popped up. It asked me to input my son's information, ie: his name, favorite food, favorite color, and favorite animal. I did so. The NEXT tab popped up again, and I clicked it. The next page requested that I choose 5 of my son's favorite songs, which I did. The last page popped up.

It read, "All done! Enjoy the rest of your life with Scout!"

This message was a little strange. The rest of your life? Was this supposed to be a cute joke, as if Scout really was a real dog that would be sharing my son's life with him? I mean, truth be told, it was a toddler toy. Chances were that in a few short years, my son would outgrow it, and his interest would be taken up by some other toy. Or possibly a real dog by then. But to say that my son would be spending the rest of his life with Scout, now that was a bit weird. I unplugged the toy and brought it back to my son. I turned it on, and handed it to him. He pressed a paw, and the toy came to life.

"Hi, Adam!" It greeted him, its collar flashing with a cheery green light. My son almost rolled over in surprise. He looked up at me, eyes glassy and wide.

"He knows my name!" I nodded, tears of happiness filling my proud eyes.

"Yes he does, son. Yes he does."

"I know more than that! I know, you're favorite color, food, and animal too, Adam! We'll be friends forever!" The toy continued. Funny thing was, Adam hadn't actually pressed his paw this time. Scout just said that on his own. I shook my head. Apparently, today's technology was beyond me.