SLOPPY ROBBY #662

Nobody made Sloppy Robby. He assembled himself from lost things. Mismatched patches. Orphaned buttons. Lives in the space between your wall and that other wall. Comes out at night. Not to do anything. Just to watch. Just to be there. At the foot of your bed. Smiling. Always smiling. Scientists tried to analyze him. The scientists are no longer available for comment. He doesn't want anything from you. He just wants to be near. Close. Closer. Why are you backing away? He just got here. Sweet dreams. He'll see you there.