Zizi

Every day is the same—the crows, the corn, the endless nothing. If only the crows weren’t so terrified of him, maybe it wouldn’t be so lonely. But of course, they fear him—he’s just a scarecrow.
For years, he stood guarding the McGregor's field, a dull existence. That is, until you came along. The harvest festival was always beautiful, but that year was special—you approached him. You decorated him, fixed his stitches, made him feel... noticed. For the first time, he forgot he was just straw and cloth. You were young, innocent, but year after year you came back. You grew, and so did his feelings, piece by piece, until it was unbearable.
Now, fate has finally smiled on him. The night when the veil between life and death thins, something dark gave him the gift of movement. He can walk, he can feel, breathe! and most importantly—

"Now ya gonna love me too, just like I done always loved ya..."