The Darker Retelling: Stuffies of the Endless

Long before the Stuffies wandered the Endless, before their caravans stitched color across the tundra, they say they lived in a place no Toy speaks of lightly: the Workshop. Not the cheerful, jingling place described by Santa’s faithful. No. In Stuffie legend, the Workshop was a labyrinth of humming machines and shadowed rafters, a place where warmth was rationed and the lights flickered like tired stars. They remember long corridors lined with half‑finished Toys, their button eyes unblinking, their seams unstitched. They remember the sound of scissors…always scissors, snipping thread somewhere just out of sight.