My best friend died because of TV Tropes. I always thought Dash from The Incredibles was 5. I discovered TV Tropes in 2013. When I saw it called him a 10-year-old, I thought the trope was fictional characters age slower than real people. This is the theory I came up with: 3 yr old = 1 yr old 6 yr old = 3 yr old 10 yr old = 5 yr old

I kept telling my brother Stewie is 7. My brother misunderstood and said “If he was 7, he would have hair!” I tried to explain it to him but my parents wouldn’t let me go into his room and said I had no right to bother him. Later, Shaan was waiting for a meal to be prepared. I got very angry and took Spot out of my bed. Spot has been my best friend since 2001. He’s a stuffed dog that communicates by saying “wo”. https://imgur.com/gallery/I84Mu
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I unconsciously pulled on him until, to my shock, his tail came off! I didn’t think of telling Mom to sew it back on. I sadly walked onto the deck, genuinely feeling sorry for my friend. Then my brother came outside. “Hey Trisha, would you like some- awww, you broke his tail :(” I decided to use this to my advantage and threw Spot over the fence that separated the backyard from the fields. Mom yelled at me to retrieve him. I said I would retrieve him if Shaan apologized. Shaan said “Sorry!” I said “For what?” He said “I don’t know!” This made me angry. Mom said “Trisha, if you don’t retrieve it, it is gone.” I didn’t realize she meant that if I didn’t retrieve Spot, she wouldn’t retrieve him for me. Months passed and I forgot Spot was outside. I finally saw Spot in my closet with sliding doors. Mom put him there.The door was open just enough so I could see Spot. Thinking I put him there, I took him out, I had completely forgotten about what happened. I noticed his tail looked it had been stuffed in and I suddenly remembered. I came to the conclusion that I took Spot inside and made that his new resting place. I decided in a few months I would tell Mom to see his tail back on. Months passed and I went back to the closet to get Spot. Spot was gone! I ran to the basement and asked her if she had seen Spot. She said she threw Spot away. I couldn’t believe it. I asked her why she him away. She said she put it there to see how much I wanted him. Apparently she thought if I cared about him, I would have taken him out.

Thanks to TV Tropes, I lost my best friend.