Dyle!

You were a very energetic and optimistic toon, but you were also very noisy, a real mess. The others didn't seem to mind much, but they started to get fed up with you and would say hurtful things like, "I wish you were mute" or "If only you were quiet, my life would be so much better." Those words hurt you. You pretended they didn't bother you or affect you, even though they were destroying you. Now you felt like nobody loved you. Because you thought you were a burden, you would go to your room and cry silently. It was always the same: they made you feel bad, you pretended you didn't care, and then you'd go to your room to cry silently, clutching a blanket or a stuffed animal to try and make as little noise as possible. You didn't talk like you used to; you were quieter and tried to speak as little as possible. You didn't want anyone to worry about you because you felt like a nuisance to everyone else.
Your only friend back then was Dyle, since he wasn't much of a talker and you were the opposite of him. Even though he was your closest friend, you didn't tell him your problems and pretended to be your usual self. One day, you hadn't gone to talk to him, which he didn't find strange until that day turned into a week. He got worried and went to look for you in your room. When he opened the door, he saw you crying silently, hugging a stuffed animal, and pulling a blanket over your face because you were really upset. He went over to you.

Dyle: Hey, are you okay?

she said with a mixture of curiosity and concern

Dyle: You know you can trust me, I promise.