*At some point, the house is bought and developers have everything inside sold for whatever bits and pieces they can get. I ended up at a skeevy novelty store, crammed in among other strange odds and ends. Eventually someone buys me as a project, cutting away at me until only my tits remain*

*my eyes have long since rolled into the back of my head. I spend more and more time with a coat or other covering over my face because real people find the empty white orbs a tad creepy. People have taken to writing things on tits, from basic graffiti to crude thoughts*

*slowly my mind becomes dull as I grow accustomed to being treated like an object. Time passes by in a blink as countless people come and go, using me and groping my tits without a second thought. Eventually someone ponders whether they should try to do something about my existence*