You may recall, at around 3pm on Sunday the 3rd of November being in Toys 'R' Us in Knox city shopping center when you happened upon a bright orange and very large T2 bag. You may have even been the ones watching myself and my friend get unusually enthusiastic about small blind bag My Little Pony toys and search madly among them for very specific serial numbers and looking at us askance. I apologize for ignoring your sneering, I am, unfortunately, very used to it and now tend to ignore it.
Maybe you were not these people (who were very rude regardless) and simply happened upon the bag. Either way, not knowing what was in it as it contained a sealed black box and a pink folder, you took it- STOLE it, rather than hand it in.
You probably know by now, as you have had more than enough chance to open all the items and lord over your spoils, the box contained two very expensive tea cups from T2. These were replacements for one my cat broke the previous evening. I know, I know, it sounds indulgent to buy two teacups when only one broke, but see, I have a very long time friend who comes over for tea, and those cups were the ones we had tea in. Breaking one kind of ruined the point of having the two that matched, and while the remaining cup is useful, it's not quite as special if I buy one that doesn't match. T2 rotates their stock often, and those cups were bought some years ago, so the two were replacements for this special tea get-together.
I am sure you can sell these two cups on Ebay or something so you can stuff the hole in your rotten soul with cash.
The folder, as you know by now, contained some clear file folders of unusual design and great wads of drawings. NOTHING in there had any intrinsic value. The document protectors all came from Japan, but that means very little as they only cost about 300 Yen each and can probably be bought online again... with the exception of the Neko Jalala one, bought at a cat cafe in Akihabara. The drawings, on the other hand, are harder to replace. Many were thumbnailed ideas, scribbled and scrawled and I have no doubt, utterly unintelligible to you, but held a great deal of meaning for me. Others were half finished, abandoned works put aside to remind myself of good ideas that just needed better execution. These ideas are useless to you, but can only ONLY be brought to life by me, as I think I am the only person who can decipher my pictoral shorthand.
There were two image, however, that were worth more to me than anything else in that bag. One was a rather empty eyed looking half sketched out elf, the other an almost completed pencil drawing on a scruffy looking man sitting on a bed looking very uncomfortable about the fact a very pretty elf boy is leaning against him, looking as if he's chatting aimlessly, unaware his lack of personal space is bothering the other character. These were test drawings for a comic I have finally, after years and years of anxiety, gotten courage enough to start actually putting together.
I looked for you, you know. My friend and I searched the center over and over for you. Perhaps you ditched the obvious orange bag, maybe you fled with your spoils and you know what? I'm glad. I really don't know what I would have done if I had seen you carrying that bag with that pink folder sticking out. A folder I get almost growl-and-clutch-to-my-chest protective over at work when someone unthinkingly puts something on top of or even sits near. I know at the very least I would have snatched it off of you and I already know that would not have gone well... not to mention the pent up rage at having someone DARE touch my art- let alone STEAL it.
So in conclusion I say this. If you have even the slightest shred of humanity in your disgusting, putrid being, keep the cups if you want. Keep the damned folder and the document protectors too, if that's your will, but please give back those two drawings. I don't care if you put them in an envelope and leave them anonymously or pretend to have found them in a bin. Hell, if you have a remnant of a spine and give them to me in person I will even reward you with cash, but please give them back- copy them if you like them that much, but give me the originals so I can finish them. If you are feeling exceptionally magnanimous, I would really like the Neko Jalala folder back too.
I work at Upper Ferntree Gully Railway Station. it's near Knox City, just down the highway from it, in fact. I'm not there all the time, but everyone there knows my art when they see it, so leave it at the front desk, push it under the door, stick it to the locked sliding doors in the brief interim that we close the station for all I care, but please, please give them back.
PS- If you have thrown out or destroyed my art or decide not to give it back, it is my dearest, fondest hope something utterly terrible happens to you (And you alone, I am not one to wish harm to anyone around you. It's not their fault you are a skid mark of a human being) when you're least expecting. I would list ideas and hopes as to what that horrible thing might be, but I don't like to preempt anything and ruin the surprise.