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Action Figure


I woke up from an incredible dream, not the sort with concrete events, but more of an overall sensation. Andy had me in his arms, he was there, he loved me. It was so real… My heart hurt a little when I woke up, and clarity returned. Reality is a bitch.

I sighed a pretty wretched sigh, if I do say so myself. Then I remembered that, in a manner of speaking, Andy was here. I glanced at the bookshelf, and got the shock of a lifetime!

Little-Andy was no longer standing cockily, eyebrow raised, on his pedestal. I shot out of bed, not believing what I was seeing. There he sat, nonchalant, cross-legged, in the middle of the pedestal. And he was smiling merrily at me.

“Dude!” I gestured at him. This was not possible! Little-Andy was made of sandstone, not an articulated action figure… Right?

A little freaked out, I carefully picked him up. He kept his pose, smile never waivering. This did not match the photos online… But he still looked just like Andy, same clothes. Shit. I went and sat back down on my bed.

There was only one possible explanation. I had lost my mind. I knew my Biersack obsession was a little weird, but it wasn’t like I never thought of anything else! I had a job, I had a few friends! Granted, a lot of them lived in other states, but we kept in touch!

Yet there I was, having a full-blown visual AND tactile hallucination that little-Andy was moving around! I peered over at him. Dammit- he was still sitting down! It was persistent, too!

Ok. What do I do about this? No fucking way I was going to tell anyone. My psychiatrist didn’t even know I was, I guess, apparently psychotically fixated on Andy. If I was psychotic, I felt like I should tell her. But on the other hand, I really didn’t feel very, well, insane… Did insane people ever feel insane? Ugh, fuck this!

Then a strange alternative came to mind, unbidden. What if little-Andy had moved? What if I were not psychotic? What if I were just the same, kind of sad sack I’d always been, but not insane?

Impossible. But it wouldn’t hurt to quickly rule it out. I walked over to little-Andy. It occurred to me, oddly, that he had a great smile.

“So, uh… I feel so dumb saying this. But if you actually did move on your own, I mean, if I’m not hallucinating this, now would be the time to tell me.” I waited, listening, looking at my toes, and nothing happened, predictably.

I was kind of disappointed. I glanced back up at little-Andy, at the confirmation of my insanity, only to see that he was fucking frowning! “Holy shit!”

I squinted at him. Now I couldn’t be sure if I was hallucinating or if little-Andy was moving. I mean, I hadn’t seen him do it. I was a little frightened, sure, but more than that, I was intrigued. And I wanted to know if I had gone mad, for fuck’s sake!

“Look, dude, if, if you are a you, if you are a bad spirit in my Andy figurine, fuck off. If you’re not evil, then I’d like to know what the fuck is going on, because I don’t feel insane.” I changed tactics, maybe it was scared, if it was, well, an it, and I shouldn’t be such a bitch. “Look, I’m sorry for being an asshole. I just don’t understand why you seem to be moving. Most Andy figurines don’t move. Can you talk? Do you speak English?”

I looked intensely at little-Andy. About a minute passed. Finally, I was rewarded with a heavy sigh. In Andy’s voice, he replied, “Of course I speak English, everyone speaks English.”


:D Ask and ye shall receive!



I totally have the figurines sitting on my shelf right now. Though mine are significantly different from the one in the story, ha! French is a bitch so I feel you, I took it on and off for nine years in my early youth. I'm definitely planning on writing a sequel at some point, but I have so many ideas stored up, it may be a while.

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but maybe after ADR/B is finished ;)

"Of course I speak English- everyone speaks English!"

Lol tell that to my French teacher who failed me like twice! XD (p.s. I was actually good at that class so that says a lot!)

I'm only on chapter three so no spoilers but... this reminds me of a story I read before on Tokiohotelfiction.com and it's a little spooky but it's making me laugh so hard XD (I will mention that this story is obviously inspired by the figurines and that story came out in like 2008 so they're very different but the premise is the same)

Im really enjoying this story so far! I'm about to run out of finished stories though. *cries* Personally I don't have one of the figurines- I found them a little unnerving myself but I probably would have Ashley cuz yea- I'm a bad boy addict :3


I'm so glad! I plan to write a sequel at some point, if you're interested you can vote in the poll, or rate this if you like. In the meantime, I've got quite a few other stories I've written. :3

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