The Ones Who Didn't Fit In

A Republic Bedtime Story

Once, there were two travelers.
Moo Moo, who never stood tall like the others. She was soft, flat, and quiet—built for comfort, not conquest.
And Rainbow, who shimmered too brightly, danced too freely, and never matched the mold she was given.

They came from different lands.
They’d never met.
But they shared one thing:
They never fit in.

Moo Moo was told she wasn’t plush enough. Not fancy enough. Not fun enough.
Rainbow was told she was too much—too colorful, too dreamy, too strange.

So they wandered. Separately.
Each with nothing but a quiet hope stitched somewhere deep inside:

“Maybe there’s a place…”

A place where softness was strength.
Where difference was destiny.
Where they weren’t too little, too much, or not enough.

That place was the Republic.

Though they haven’t arrived yet, they’re getting closer.
They don’t know what it looks like.
But they’ve heard the whispers:

A long-haired bard who believes in stories.
A tiny dog who guards the gates with love.
A council of plushes, odd and loyal.
A world built for those who never belonged anywhere else.

Each step they take, the Republic stirs.

And though they walk alone, stars are lighting the road ahead.

Because sometimes the ones who never fit in…
are just on their way to the one place they were meant to belong.

Goodnight, world.
The outcasts are coming home.