It giggled to let you know that it was satisfied. There was a charging station and rechargeable Tattletail batteries sold separately, as well as a Tattletail brush, but any old brush or even long nails could be used, which pretty much rendered the brush pointless. A few were included with a Tattletail, and more could be bought when you ran out. Apparently, this thing ate real food, but the company, Waygetter, also made specialized Tattle Treats for it to eat. I got the manual out before the actual Tattletail, just to know what I was dealing with, and read the little leaflet. It wasn't like it could do anything else, because it didn't have any batteries in it. It was just staring straight ahead with those blue eyes and that open mouth that I thought was supposed to be a smile. It had a cream-colored belly, face, and feet, and a pinkish red, heart-shaped nose, as well as perky ears and striped leg warmers. The purple-furred toy was visible in all its egg-shaped glory through some plastic on the front of the box. My mistake of a name aside, I took the Tattletail box out of its fancy present and looked at it for a moment. Because Valentine is a sensible name for a kid that totally won't get them bullied at school. Of course she's going to use my full name. There was a loop of tape holding the bow and the tag on, but that was about it. The ribbon was painted on, and there wasn't anything holding the lid in place, so it would be easy for anyone to just knock it off. I grabbed a white present with red spots on it and pulled the top off. I passed a treadmill with some weights on it and came to a table with some presents behind it and a stocking next to it. There were also dust motes floating everywhere. Things like an old rocking chair, a weird thing on a tripod, a section of a picket fence, you name it. I walked down into the basement, passing various assorted junk. I probably would have turned them on by myself, considering the fact that the presents were down there, but it was still pretty strange. The lights were on in the basement for some reason. Mom probably wouldn't wake up if I decided to have a party with all my friends, but it never hurt to be careful. There were paintings all over the house, especially in the hallway, and my room was the only one that didn't have at least one. With that intense staring session out of the way, I crept out of my room and down the hallway, leaving the light on like an idiot. My bed was intended for two people, but had just been a really big bed for one person for a few years now. I used to have some posters, but they all looked kind of weird and dumb (like my carpet), so I took them down. A couple potted plants Mom decided to use as a ridiculous test to see if I was ready for my own pet. Some books I'd actually bothered to put in a reasonable place instead of just slinging them every which way. There was also some random stuff scattered around, along with the aforementioned pictures. There was a ceiling fan in the center of the room, with some cute sun and moon strings for the lights and the fan respectively. The rugs were actually in place for once, although they were looking a little wrinkly, and they'd probably end up in the corner again tomorrow. The carpet had letters and jungle animals on it, mostly obscured by the books all over the floor and the two plain, forest green rugs that were always getting kicked around for whatever reason, while the walls and the ceiling had space patterns on them. I paused to turn the light on and evaluate the current state of my room, not that I'd do anything about it in the near future. We both looked a lot more babyish in that picture, because I think we were six or seven when it was taken, but other than that, not much changed since the picture except for Angel growing her hair out right before her accident. I had blond hair and she had brown, and while her eyes were a dark brown, almost black, mine were a weird shade of blue that looked purple when the light shined on them a certain way. Her skin was just a little darker than mine, even though I used to play soccer all the time and she sat inside and played with toy dinosaurs like they were dolls. The glass was all scratched up, and you could see that if the light shined on it just right. I flailed my limbs for a moment to get the covers off and sat up, then glanced at a few framed pictures of my sister, Angel, and I when we were younger. I knew what it was ahead of time, because Mom didn't surprise me. I'd put it back in its box and never speak of it again until Christmas. I was never the patient type, and just checking out my present ahead of time couldn't hurt.
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