This troper's car, Lo. She calls Lo "baby," apologizes for not cleaning him or driving him enough, and we have regular talks. Not around anyone else, of course, but it's important to maintain a close relationship with your companions! What, don't look at me like that!

My family has a mini-laptop named George. My phone was given the name Skippy. My old computer was called Clunky and the new one is Collin. People give me strange looks when I say I have to take someone named Collin to school for a project. I also call my flash drive Kingston.

This troper has named 6 pencils, and when she hasn't used one for a while she apoligises that it got left out. She also hopes planks don't mind when she steps on them. and any item about, really, I have thought conversations with them. They're psychic, since if I really talked people might find me a weirdo.

I do the same thing, and always wonder if I'm losing it.

i have a coil of wire i've been carying around for months. i call it Colin :)

This Troper has a laptop named Cubey and a Nook named Wheatly. Make of that what you will.

In my D&D campaign, the fighter used a log to set off traps in a couple sessions, and his interaction with the log turned into this.

@/{{TsukasaElkKite}}: I named my green i-phone (George 2.0) and my green computer (Limey). I also have a Kumagoro plushie I bought at Anime Detour and a homemade Doc Roe (medic from Band of Brothers) plushie that my friend made me.

@/{{Sikon}}: The IRC bot Nuku-Nuku (yes, named after that one) is often jokingly referred by users as having a real, rather quirky personality. It's made especially easy by the "markov" feature, which generates random text of varying degrees of sanity.

NukuNuku is dead.

This troper treats a lot of her stuffed animals like this. She's even had ''conversations'' with them. Said troper is well aware of just how creepy this is. :3

Oh that's so cute!! ^_^ That's just adorable, in this troper's opinion! :)

This troper, as he's typing this, has a stuffed beaver on his shoulder, and has stopped what he was doing to do something else because "the beaver was getting bored" or "the beaver likes the other game better."

This troper enjoys his conversations with inanimate objects. Because they don't talk back, you can talk to them all day long. Yes, this troper has problems.

This troper has played {{Collectible Card Game}}s with his... What!?

You mean you're ''not'' supposed to play board games with your stuffies? Oops. I may be in trouble then...

Same here.

Hey, say what you like about me, but I could totally kick my ass. I was such a sucker...

Does playing board games with them include playing a game of Road Sign Dominoes against it/her? If it does, I'm in trouble... or was it that board game that came inside of boxes of Amazon Frosted Flakes? Maybe both... What? I was young and bored, and there was only a slightly smaller chance of the stuffed horse named Lightning to be able to play with me than for one of my parents to do the same...

When this troper was young, she was almost never without her SonicTheHedgehog plushie. There was one Halloween where she made a pumpkin costume for it. The doll was lost long ago and this troper is sad. Although the Brandon Heat and Auron plushies I just received just might be my ReplacementGoldfish(es).

I'll raze you a Sonic "plushie" to a life-size 3-foot doll I won this summer at a ring toss. For the whole rest of summer camp, it and I were this.

The troper who posted the opening statement now has a Companion Cube plushie. She's gotten somewhat...attached to it.

Hey, This troper had like 15, which his dad had when he was a kid. He talked to 8 or 9 of them at once.

This troper has an imported Yoshi plushie, which he got at Christmas time about two years ago, as a bedside companion. He is 16, and is male.

This 21 year-old troper and his 19 year-old girlfriend do this with their Beanie Babies, having devised voices and personalities for all of them. All 31 of them. They will occasionally spend the night at each other's houses. Whenever the girlfriend has a particularly difficult assignment, her SurvivalMantra is always delivered by the guinea pig.

This troper has a Kumagorou plush that she's attached to. She carries him everywhere. His {{Berserk Button}} is being called a girl cuz he's pink. He's also quite a pervert, so I have to smack him to keep him in line. This troper is 16 by the way...

This one set up a romantic (homosexual) relationship between two of her plush Were Bears, refuses to hug her plush hippo, (Lilo) because he is troubled, takes her Chibi-Charizard to college (she's 16), talks to her plush koala...

This troper has a stuffed leopard that his grandpa gave him one Christmas when he was five, named Snuggly. Snuggly is 14 years old now. This troper still sleeps with Snuggly every night (No, not in ''that'' way) and probably always will.

This Troper has a teddybear named Mr. Bear which he does converse with often.

This troper speaks to his phone in foreign languages to keep in practice.

This troper apologizes to her iPod and cell phone when she drops them. She also asked her phone if it was okay when she dropped it on the floor. This occurs on a regular basis, as she doesn't take good care of her things.

Same with this troper's DS.

This Tropette once apologized to a chair after bumping into it. Once? I mean constantly. Everything I walk into gets an apology, from walls to my dog to people and furniture.

This troper appologizes to everything he bumps into whether it be animated, inanimate, organic or inorganic and I even swore at something before without realizing it was too late.

This troper has an actual Companion Cube, made from a flat-pack. And Pluto, Scooby-Doo and snake plushies.

Even more frightening, at least to this troper, is his tendency to have conversations ''with himself''. Even debates and arguments (which he loses with depressing frequency). His journal makes fascinating reading, as it is written from the point of view of his dominant personality fragment at the time of writing...which can change inside the same entry. He's even used the journal as a vehicle to have a conversation with himself.

Holy crap, I'm not alone...

The correct answer would have been 'We're not alone'. :P Of course, I do this too. I just don't have actual split personalities.

Actually, I don't know anyone that hasn't done this at least once.

This Troper not only speaks to himself via journal, he's also given his other personality his own handwriting, voice, mannerisms, and body. He draws him as an emaciated corpse with gaping black holes for eyes and an impossibly wide grin with rows of thin, sharp teeth. Most of the skin from his torso is missing and his genitals have been violently removed, leaving a large, weeping wound that extends up to his belly button. Said personality is called Chuckles, and his role swings back and forth for trying to find the funny side to life's many irks, or renentlessly mocking this troper during times of acute depression.

Yup, me too. I talk to myself more than I talk to other people. Any difficult decision is made after a debate between me, myself, my other self and my other other self.

I do this too, often lecturing about nothing in particular (almost always something technical, but sometimes doing a bit of voice acting because it's fun) to no one in particular, particularly if I'm bored or trying to get to sleep.

Holy crap, did I write this and forget about it? (Well... usually it's not something technical, actually. More likely to be randomly psychoanalyzing myself or talking about some idea or other I've had.)

I once wrote a whole eight page document on Open Office where there was a conversation between myself and at least eight other 'personalities' of mine.

This troper is sort of like this, but a bit weirder. He treats his voice and brain as two seperate people. He has actual conversations, arguments and discussions between his brain and himself whispering.

Very rarely this troper talks to his dick when it gets unwanted erections, but when i give in IfYouKnowWhatIMean I tell it that it has a mind of its own.

TMI! TMI! TMI!

Oh, that is DISGUSTING.

And yet sadly amusing.

This troper was getting in character for a role was just shooting the shit in character, ending up with him naming his dick "Thor" and his balls "The Two Lokis". The name stuck, and eventually everyone ended up referring to my privates by these names and addresssing them as if they were a separate entity from me. (After I get hit in the balls: "Shit, THOR took one hard.")Made more hilarious by the fact that, as an asexual, I don't actually let Thor release his thunder, so to speak.

I have a large stuffed bear(3 feet tall) named Big Game Player. It actually played several games of poker with my mom's friends. On my behalf, because I was 6 at the time and had no idea what Poker even was.

He must have a Good Poker face too.

This troper spends most of her time talking to herself. Or to Mr. Squeak, the rubber ducky.

This troper refuses to go anywhere without his favorite mechanical pencil and eraser in his pocket.

This troper has a sweatshirt that she wears like it's a Linus blanket because she's so emotionally attached to the ugly thing.

This troper talks to her stuff, mostly because she has no friends and it's funny.

This troper talks to his Tachikoma plushie, mainly because it's funny.

This Troper talks to all of her toys, books and inanimate objects. And imaginary friends. I still have them at the age of 13 *sweatdrop* not that I introduce them to people.....I'm crazy, not stupid.

Oh, don't worry. This troper 16 and still has imaginary friends :)

Thank goodness. Two others who have them!

Make that three! ^^;

Make that Four! (I'm 14, by the way.) Mine were never intended to be imaginary friends, the were just characters from stories I write, but now I talk to them if I'm bored or lonely. I find them much better than human friends, although the fairies sometime fight with each other, and the dragons and tha wolves don't always get on...

This troper's sister has imaginary bullies. 0.o Wierd, I know.

This Troper Not only Has a stuffed Tiger as Hobbes He Also Has His Sister named Zelda

But Really just because hes named Hobbes Doesnt mean He is the Hobbes from the Comic, So in turn its a Different Of Redundancy Department}} Hobbes

Dont forget its also a different Zelda

Both Hobbes and Zelda Talk To Him Via Telepathic Speech (much like Red and Rover)

This troper will often apologize to his objects for dropping them, and gets into arguments with his computer when it lags.

This troper picks up random things and takes them home so they don't feel alone.

Ah, so I'm not the only person who does that!

Yay!! There are more of me out there!

Are you my clones?

This troper keeps most things he finds and keeps them in a drawer. He visits with each daily so they don't feel lonely and left out, and even gives the objects backgrounds. He is afraid to through things away because he feels like he will never see them again and the object will hate him. He apologizes to objects when he drops them and has been known to cry when accidently breaking something.

This troper... doesn't really know what to say about that. It sounds wrong, yet somehow it would be cruel to say so. (Oops...) Maybe you need a pet?

This troper names all of his computers, which allows him to address them with the FullNameUltimatum when they misbehave. When I got a particular computer (and named "her" KOS-MOS), I somehow set the clock to read the time off on the hour. Fine by itself, until one night a few weeks later when the following exchange happened: "It's eleven o'clock." "Thank you, KOS-MOS." It took me all of a second to realize that I had responded to the computer, which it should be stressed ''had no microphone attached to it'', without hesitation or the slightest sense of irony. Worse still, I realized then that I'd been doing that for ''a week straight'' without even noticing. Needless to say my computers no longer talk back to me.

This troper does this a lot, including talking to a teddy bear and referring to it as his brother; naming two birch trees in his front yard and apologizing to them for not climbing them more often; naming a laptop; and talking to whatever objects happen to be around. He also talks to himself and is often followed around by an invisible velociraptor.

I find that creepy. The velociraptor I mean.

This troper didn't have that many (human) friends as a child, for some reason, so she just talked to her stuffed animals all day. Old habits die hard?

This troper sometimes appologizes to her books when she drops them accidentally. Also, when I'm looking for a book, I have an odd habit of calling out to the characters in the book in the hopes that they will convince the book itself to come out of hiding. On a couple of occasions, I have had conversations with my mother through stuffed animals I had been holding at the time, including appropriate arm and head movements. *headpalm* I can't believe I still do that... Many of my other companion cubes are stuffed animals I have collected over the years.

This troper treats his toys like family members. He also refers to his sculptures and various creations he does as his "children". I also have several imaginary friends including one who I refer to as my "cartoon alter ego".

This troper....we;; where to begin? She often argues with herself, especially about which love interest the protagonist should choose in Manga, but most of the time she just tells herself how weird it is to talk to herself, out loud, after realizing she just discussed what she should eat with...herself. Next we have Bun-bun, the bunny blanket that was her baby blanket. She still has it, although now instead of a blanket it's two pieces of dirty, fragile, unwashable cloth with faded colors. And a bunny. She still uses it to cry in when extremely sad, although it can be said she only cries when extremely sad. Last, she talks to her cat or mouse. They listen so well and they never interject! Oh and her giant Pegasus Plushie too.

The mouse, Pablo, died. His replacement is a Female Hamster by the name of Shannon.

This troper had, her entire life, a random imaginary character her own age to inject into her favorite shows and provide commentary. Her (I think) final form is named Leah, and many, many, many an imaginary universe is linked through her. I think I'll always have her. I've also introduced Bobby and Alexandra into my life as imaginary friends. (These are also based on a TV show, guess which one?)

Are you me?

This troper (male, late twenties) has had many a plushie Companion Cube throughout his life:

He had a Snoopy doll from age 4 to age 7. To show his affection for it, instead of a hug, he ripped Snoopy's nose off, then cried until his mom stitched it back on. Memory says this happened at least 4 times before the troper moved on to...

Huey, who served as his bedside companion until ''High School''. This troper tried and failed to throw him away a few times (even tearing up), even though he's admitted to outgrowing him. Huey's fate as of today: encased in an airtight plastic case (designed for a football sized piece of sports memorabilia) and tucked into the back of his closet with other "memories".

His high school sweetheart gave him 3 notable plushies during their long relationship (now ended). They were very cute themselves, but what really made them "keepers" for him was how she brought them to life with her voice talents, puppeteering, and unique, convincing personalities for each one. ''They were like their children''. Now that he won custody of them, they are sitting with Huey in their own trophy cases.

Of course, this troper believes that he'll never be too old for plushies (just too old to "play" with them). There's currently a brand new Snoopy by his bedside. He'll leave the nose abuse for a future son/daughter.

And curses to whomever introduced him to Facebook SuperPets! He now has a pet panda bear that has to be fed, cleaned, and played with every day. Seriously. He will get guilt trips every night if he hasn't logged on to Facebook that day to care for it.

This troper maintains that he has an invisible angel of fortune sitting on his left shoulder. Also, when something's performance doesn't live up to his expectations (the water suddenly going cold, the computer crashing etc), he declares "BETRAYAL!" and proceeds to threaten the offending object with various methods of torture. Surprisingly enough, that makes the traitorous swines actually work!

Threatening cold water makes it warm again, for you? *Backs slooowwllyy away*

I'm guessing they meant they're threatening the faucet or showerhead, rather than yelling at a cup of water.

This troper will make a CompanionCube out of anything. It's been a habit since she was little. She currently has a stuffed Spongebob, a baby blanket (DON'T ASK. EVER), and a framed picture of Slinkman. It gets weirder, though... She felt the need to stop talking to inanimate objects, but couldn't stop talking to [=SpongeBob=] and her blanket because they'd get lonely. So, she decided they were in love and didn't need her anymore. Yeah. Not sure what to do about Slinkman, though.

This troper had mostly grown out of this (she used to treat all her dolls and stuffed animals this way, as well as one Lego minifigure she was very attached to yet still somehow managed to lose), but she named her first laptop HAL, referred to it with male pronouns (although this particular part is fading now), and talked to it (well, mostly yelled at it for misbehaving or threatening it into behaving correctly, but it still counts). And she misses him dearly now that he's dead, although being TheStoic means that she didn't actually ''cry'' over her loss.

She has since bought a new laptop and named it GLaDOS, but hasn't quite gotten into the CompanionCube swing of things yet; while the troper does ''sometimes'' address her lappy by name (just talking to it doesn't count, because scolding/shouting at random objects for causing her frustration and/or injury is a daily occurrence), she still calls [=GLaDOS=] "it" most of the time and doesn't really think of it as pseudo-animate like HAL. It'll probably come with time, though, since she didn't think of HAL that way at first either.

This editor has a ''Scapegoat'' Cube in the form of a Bowser plushie. Whenever anything goes wrong in the house, it's Bowser's fault. He is looking for a [[SonicTheHedgehog Shadow plushie so someone else can take the blame once in a while.]] He now has a Shadow plushie and now Bowser has a partner in crime.

This troper quite frequently refers to his Xbox 360 as a female, calls her "baby", "darling", and, more generally, a "beauty" on various occasions, and has been known to attempt to verbally coax her out of performance issues. I can safely say I want to spend the rest of my life with this woman.

Then the new model comes along, and she'll be dropped in a heartbeat for those sexier curves and higher performance.

Sorry, this troper just Has to mention their character Kohana on {{S4League}}, and her incessant, slightly suspicious anthropomorphising of her Sentry Gun. Or as she calls it, 'Sentry-kun <3'

This troper regularly has long conversations with her pet hamster, as does her mother. The hamster seems to enjoy sitting and listening to us talk, although that's probably because he expects us to give him treats.

This troper speaks to carousel horses as if they were real. She has one in particular that she's spoken to, petted, and treated like her own horse since the age of eight. Now that she's grown up and moved away, she comes back home at least once every summer for a ride and a pat.

This troper is very much an adult, but still can't sleep well without his favorite pillow and blanket. (I don't converse with them, but the pillow is my snugglebuddy and the blanket keeps us warm). He's also pretty attached to his iPod touch and his cell phone, and treats them with the utmost care (most of the time).

This troper talks to his small Buddha statue. He also tries to treat various objects with respect, inspired by the ancient Roman belief that all objects posses some kind of spirit and might not work properly if that spirit becomes upset.

This Troper has an interesting history with his CompanionCube. One day I was walking home and found a silver ring. Deciding that it was lucky I kept it with me and always had it on my person. The one day I forgot to take it with me, my appendix became inflamed(and then ruptured) so I had to go to the hospital for an apendectomy. Afterwards I became convinced that the ring really was lucky and decided to wear it on a chain around my neck. One day my girlfriend asked if she could borrow it, and for twenty four hours I had nothing but bad luck and was almost runover by a car. Twice. It got promoted from lucky ring to Freakin' Life Ring, the only thing keeping the universe from killing me.

This troper has three plastic squeaky hammers which he treats as Companion Cubes. They will never threaten to stab you and, in fact, cannot speak.

My "hurting paw with a single tear beagle" toy sharpener. It lost said sharpener ages ago (I have such toy since I was around 6, I'm 21, the sharpener couldn't last that long), but it's SO cute that I can't throw it off (Its sad eyes and begging pose with the cloth wrapped around its paw, the single tear, the exaggerated floppy ears, you get the math). This troper yelled really hard at her (real) dog when she found out he was with said toy dog in his mouth. Poor thing, he doesn't take anything randomly scattered at the floor anymore since that. Also, said troper have some plushies that are sorta like this, too. Mainly the ones her dad gave to her (and even more with his recent death).

This troper still has a blanket she took from her mother when she was a kid. It had to be restitched several times over the years, but whenever she's down, hugging 'Blankie' works!

This Tropette has many, many companion cubes. Stuffed animals, her iPod (it's named Blinky!), her Mac (Trisha), her backpack, stuffed animals, pencils, her pencil sharpener, all of her 120+ books, and of course, those odd monkey-like creatures that walk around everywhere. I'm not too fond of whatever the last group, though...

This troper took his stuffed panda to prom. (Her name is Linda; she's sometimes called Spindy.)

When this troper was a kid, I had a stuffed blue Tyrannosaurus Rex. I named him Dino. (pronounded 'Dee-no', like the one in TheFlintstones). I didn't have many friends as a kid, so he was pretty much Hobbes to my Calvin (kinda literally, I loved the comic). Warning, potential TearJerker ahead: I took him to school a few times, but one day, after bringing him back, he disappeared, and neither I nor my parents could find him anyway. I cried for days, as my best friend had disappeared without a trace, forever. I kept hoping he would turn up, but he never did. I tried to [[ReplacementGoldfish replace him a few times... one time with Starscream, my favourite Transformer... and he still lives on as a character I intent to use one day. (a combination of TheJuggernaut, TheBigGuy, and a touch of GentleGiant with a TearJerker past) His latest SpiritualSuccessor is an army of Lizardmen, (and maybe also my pet lizard Sandstorm) but I like to think that he's still out there, somewhere, maybe being a friend to another lonely kid... ]]

This troper understands. I'm 21 and still miss my buddy Wolfy (or Wolfie) I even had his whole family planned out. His father had lost an ear in a fight, he had 2 older brothers, an older sister, and a few younger ones, his mother was tragicaly deceased, shot by a careless hunter. Of course he was from another world that was filled with adventure. Potential tearjerker As a child I was picked on a lot and Wolfy was my only real friend. I would take him to school because of it....all the way till 7th grade and of course that got me picked on more...they also cruely called Wolfie a raccoon which Wolfie very much disliked. Wolfy was my best friend in the whole world and I wished I listened to my brother when he warned me I shoudln't bring him to school...those jerks on the bus stole him and I didn't notice until I got home, later they started picking on me about it saying the bus driver threw it out the window and stuff like that... I never really got over it and have voiced this before. People tell me I'm immature for it, but Wolfy is still the best friend I have ever had. I pretend he went home to rule his intellegnt wolf people or is traveling the world he would have liked that. I'm actully crying as I type this. I also talk to myself a lot and don't like it when my stuffed animals are alone.

Aw, that's such a sweet story. I'm sorry for your loss.

Great, now I'm tearing up too. Those people stink so much...if I ever meet them, I'll punch them in the face for you.

This Troper also misses Hotshot, his Pacific White-Sided Dolphin plushie. It disappeared about three years ago. (I'm Eighteen and I still miss it).

This troper had a baby panda that he took everywheres and lost it somewheres. He thinks he lost it during a visit at the zoo...Probably wanted to hang out with the other Pandas.

This troper and his rifles, Jessica and Mei. Jessica is a 1975 Yugoslavian SKS and Mei is a 1938 Russian Mosin-Nagant 91/30. He is very attached to them, to a degree that he talks to them while cleaning/shooting/oiling them. To date, they do not talk back...yet. They're somewhere between "only prized possessions" and "part of me".

This troper cried like she'd lost her childhood pet when she discovered that moths had been at her baby blanket and she could no longer squeeze it without it falling apart.

Aww, that's so sad. -pat-

This Troper is in love with his snugglepillow.

I have done foul things to my snugglepillow in the past; It has a lovely aroma to it now.

This troper names all his computers (his current one is named Anna) and has a Marill pillow (just called Marill) that he holds tightly whenever he is upset.

This Troper has also named his computer, subverted though in that it is a word that should not be used around Spanish speaking priest or grandmothers. Inspired by the names of the camels in Pyrimids.

This Troper also named her computer. He's Hepa (short for Hephaestion, long story) and we have kind of a SlapSlapKiss relationship. Only without the kissing.

I often do this to my car...I love my car it maybe a 1987 K car but it is MINE dammit.

This troper gets attached to a lot of strange things. In elementary school, she had a paintbrush. She used to brush its 'hair'. Nowadays, however, she does it only to books and stuffed animals, having gone so far as to create hospitals for her plush toys if one gets injured. She has one at her Mom's and when her mother calls, she checks to make sure that he is still on her bed, warm, and safe. (His name is Clyde. <3) She also refers to her books as "old friends" and freaks out if they get damaged. How dare people hurt them...! She also has an ancient blanket which belonged to her dad and is patched and ragged. It is her senior citizen and she tries to treat it with utmost respect and love.

This seems to be a sort of genetic trait in this troper's family.

My father has had a stuffed Littlefoot for about 15 years now, as I recall it was given to him by my mother for Valentine's Day and its been at his side ever since. He calls it "Dino". My father isn't a particularly imaginative man... And then over the years, we've found more of the same plushie and they are all named...Dino. Though sometimes they get distinctions, such as Fun Club Dino, Easter Dino, etc. He also has one called Feet Dino which is smaller, green, and with oversize feet because that's what the price tag sticker said. Recently we have added Fillmore (another brontosaurus) and Sinclair (a tyrannosaurus), the latter being named after a gas station and the former...no one really knows.

My brother has been deeply attached to various plushies practically since birth, his latest favorite a Rudolph and Clarisse pair from Build-A-Bear.

And then there's me. I'm listed further up the page because I did indeed play board games with my stuffies when I was bored enough as a young child. Not to mention I've been carrying something stuffed around since I was five months old (according to my mother), I think it really kicked off with a giant (to a three-year-old) Rajah plushie and I haven't looked back since. I've also decided the Holy Grail of my life will be finding an Appa plushie, because darn me if I can't resist big furry things to this day...

This troper used to work for a trail-building crew. It was common to name the chainsaws that we used, and my former co-supervisor would sing to his and pet it like a lapdog while he was cleaning it or fixing it. Incidentally, its name was Mephistopheles. Mine was named Captain Marvel. Mine was mean.

I bought a sago palm plant and named it Jim, now me and everyone in my family talks about him like he's a person. At least he's a living thing so don't look at me like that! Jim tells me things. Things about you. Do not anger Jim.

@/{{Griffin}} has usually treated all her toys as being alive, although it varies-she once played baseball with some of her squeaky animal toys. What's more, she used to treat people who took them away as kidnappers, and would actually tackle them to win her friends back. Even now, she still has a few stuffed animals with her, who serve as very good companions when she's read too many TearJerker pages...

Also, she has a stuffed weasel/wolf (he was supposed to be a wolf, but ended up looking more like a weasel) that she made herself, named Mortagan. He is now her imaginary boyfriend, and she once had a vivid dream where he was stolen by an older boy and she embarked on an EPIC QUEST to save him.

This troper has a stuffed cat. Her name is Lulu. Lulu used to go everywhere with me, but these days I keep her in my room because I don't want to lose her. I also have a teddy bear backpack. He doesn't really have a name, I just call him The Bear. He has taken the position of my traveling companion, as I am less likely to forget something that holds my lunch, phone, and anything else I deem important. I carry him around by the nape of the neck, for no readily apparent reason. If anyone in my general vicinity is in need of some comfort, I will loan out The Bear for hugging purposes.

This troper has several of these: one is a very small plushie given to her by an online friend. Immediately, he got the name 'Captain Kidd' due to the friend's persona being a pirate captain. Ever since then, this plushie has sat on her computer desk and watched her type, occasionally providing conversation. He has also been in her still life for an exam and been taken to Belgium when she went on a trip. She was never as attached to a plush toy as she is to this guy. The others are all her favourite boxsets, which she talks to and pets sometimes. And she is aware of how wierd this is but doesn't care.

It seems to me as though the Advertisement Server is TvTropes' own companion cube...just look at AdOfWin.

This troper is currently learning to ride a bike, after getting a snazzy new one yesterday. I have named it. Giving it a name has coincided quite noticably with balancing becoming easier.

This Troper has pinned someone to the wall through his stomach for touching said troper's precious hat.

This Troper (@/ShaeraAngeli) has named both her trumpet (Leopold) and one of her computers (Sebastian). Currently, her laptop is merely called 'Pretty'. Got any suggestions?

This troper was part of an ongoing VampireTheMasquarade LARP where the Malkavians (the insane clan) had a yellow smiley faced cushion as the Primogen (clan leader). 'Mr Smiley' had to attend all meetings of the Primogen and had an equal vote with all the other Primogen (he also had no 'translator' so there were a lot of abstentions). Not only that but he eventually managed a take over of the entire city with the backing of more than just his clan. That is correct, for one night (until the [=GMs=] vetoed it as 'not in the spirit of the game') a yellow smiley face cushion was the Vampire Prince of the city. This is referred to as the "Silly Malk's" period.

This Troper can't wait for the day he can get a robot wife.

This Troper has a habit of doing this with computers, as do a few of the above tropers. Though he doesn't name them, he generally just refers to them by their location or something, he does grow quite attached, and thinks of them as helpful companions and friends. He recently began to neglect his favorite laptop, and it ended up suffering from some sort of hard drive failure... or something, but he still feels pretty guilty about it, considering that it was essentially his best friend. At the moment, he is worried that the computer he is typing this on will be offended by this and would forgive it if it froze, rather than getting angry at it like he usually does.

This troper would like to introduce you to her imaginary friend Steve, her copies of ''Watchmen'' and VForVendetta, her TY husky Musher and giant stuffed wolf Wolpertinger.

This troper used to have a pet frisbee when she was little. It was always tied to a piece of rope leash so it could be taken for walks around the yard.

Band nerds are well known for naming their instruments. A particularly old sousaphone in This Troper's high school band has been called "old faithful" by each of its carriers and treated as a person by every one of them. Polishing it has been referred to as "giving her a facial."

This troper considers herself a band nerd and named her clarinet Cantus.

Same here. I not only named my trombone (Elijah) but also wrote a poem about him in my freshman year of high school making fun of our "relationship" that compared practicing to having sex. Now that I think about it, I "retired" him at around the same time that I first entered a sexual relationship.

This troper plans to be an artist one day, and happened to get a Wacom tablet. Does it count if you have two? Roday and Leonard are more of a tablet/pen pair, actually. Leonard gets lost a lot? Cue me delivering SayMyName on my knees. Then find him behind my ear. Any one (besides me of course) attempt to use Roday as a sandwich tray? Cue MamaBear like rage. (Because at least I have the decency to use a paper towel as a bottom. Roday hates stuff on his face ; ;)

When she was a kid, this troper took her North Melbourne-jerseyed teddy bear Wayne (now well over eight years old (so over half my life)) absolutely everywhere. He got locked away in a cupboard in grade 2, so I stopped taking him to school. I also almost lost him permanently in a supermarket once, when I put him down on a trolley. Now I just sleep with him every night. A few years ago, he received a bedmate Ritzy, a (female) fluffy dog toy. They like each other now I sleep with them both. ~ She now has a replacement CC: her sketchpad. Granted, it changes every time the pad fills and a new one is required, but the spirit stays, and the sketchpad never strays more than a few metres from her, and never out of sight. I even sleep with it near me.

This troper regularly talks to his video games. But then again, who doesn't?

This troper has a bed filled with plush toys. He also has cupboards filled to the brim with them. He is very attached to a plush dog he has since birth but is extremely attached to another particular plush dog he owns. He also names his computers and some electronics he owns, and is attached to his computers to the point where he doesn't get rid of his old [=PCs=] when he gets a new one (if he has to, the new PC '''''has''''' to retain at least one component from the old PC, preferably the sound card, and this is accompanied with a fully panned out ritual to move the component over to the new PC inclusive of the obligatory chanting in a language he calls ''nulltalk''). This also resulted in part of his room looking like a HackerCave. Yeah, I don't have that many friends. Why did you ask?

I have a bookmark that I treat like this.

Regrettably, Stix is now wrinkledyou, bathwater! and old, and has been all but abandoned.

This Troper has a laptop named Navi.

This (Now 18) Troper once had an action figure of some female knight she called Deardra. She took that thing almost everywhere and talked to it and played with it like crazy. She still misses her so much to this day. As for other Companion Cubes...she has none now really. Buuuuuut...if I had a plushie of Medic, then that will be my own little Cube.

This Troper has this with my car. I named her Serenity (After the ship from Firefly - they're a bit similar. Old, beat up, falling apart, holds a lot of people.) Every time she gets fixed I hug the steering wheel. I also refer to my car as "she." I really love ol' Serenity, and I've got great memories of driving around with a bunch of friends, hanging out. I also had my first kiss in there, and when I drive home I narrate stories in my head and debate with myself in there.

This troper's has had multiple companion cubes over the years. Here's a few examples:

My fleet of [=PCs=] and a Mac, which are all named. Currently, there's Yeti (The 200Mhz Pentium desktop that was quite loud until I replaced it's fan. It's been in my fleet the longest), Laptop (The creatively-named 233Mhz Pentium II laptop), Frankenstein (A custom PC made of assorted used parts; currently powered by a 600Mhz Pentium III. It's pronounced FrONken-STEEN, if you where wondering)), Mikuru (The Pocket PC. She's not used as often due to poor battery life), Asagi (The 2nd most powerful in the fleet; with a 2.1Ghz AMD Sempron), 2k-tan (The newest and most powerful of the fleet, with a 3.4Ghz Core i7. Named after the {{OS-tan}} of Windows 2000) and Bulbasaur (An original, bondi blue iMac G3. Sadly, it's trying to die on me).

When I was younger, I did play card games with my plushies (Sometimes getting out a flashlight for some late-night Pokemon TCG, when I was supposed to be asleep).

Half way through reading this, I noticed Rhine, my most favorite friend in the world, wasn't in the room with me. I literally jumped out of my seat and went frantically looking for him. I can't leave him alone in the cruel world! Especially when he gets sick! I also treat him like my baby. I almost brought him over to a friends house for a sleep over...Actually, I think I did. Oh and I've always had to tell him that he couldn't come to school with me because of his bandana that's wrapped around his neck. Gang afiliation and such. P.S. This troper an 18 year old male.

A painter friend of mine had an extremely sharp 9-in-1 painting tool he called Vicious (short for Vichysoisse) which he would use for everything and talk to like a person, including repremanding it for stabbing people.

This troper happily names every piece of technology he owns, including his laptop (Shippy-chan, a shortening of 'ShipNet'), his DS (Miss. Just 'Miss.') and his 360 controller (Kurokami-chan, without whom I cannot play anywhere near as well.). Most of my friends do this too, mainly with instruments.

This Troper has an old stuffed dog that she talks to everyday. His name is Mr. Boney, and he lives on my bed with my other plushies. I occasionally talk with Shroom, my Mega Mushroom plush, and Meta Knight.

I haveant stuffed bear that my mom actually used to play cards with. Recently it was replaced by my laptop, which greets me by name.

This Troper has the statue of a female Angel he cherishes for how beautifully made it is (and has the scent of aromatic candles!), and she serves as my muse and artistic advisor. From time to time, when drawing or making a sort of art that would be difficult and/or take a lot of time, I let her stand by the side of my desk to let her give me advice and morale.

This Troper's laptop is Vincent. Her brother's laptop is Miranda. The running joke between us is expressed by a simple formula: Vincent+ Miranda = OTP. And probably Cargo Shipping.

This troper has named all of the computers he has owned (solely.) In chronological order, they are: Melchior, Balthasar, Casper, Holly, and (currently) Omoikane. I've tried to avoid using the names of computers that were actively malevolent (HAL and [=GLaDOS=] are right out), since that would seem like TemptingFate. I recently purchased a small external HD to install Linux on; the hostname for that system is the-swan.

This Troper Treats his own computer the same way. Although I never really bothered with an actual name. He's just PC.

This fencing Troper named her epee Charles after Dethklok's lawyer-slash-manager. Whether or not I've actually been able to channel Ofdensen's Fencing Awesome in this manner has yet to be seen.

This troper has been carrying around a stuffed rottweiler named Sami (I couldn't spell "Sammy" when I was four, so sue me) for so long (out of loneliness- it's hard to make lasting friends when you're shy) that he's now acknowledged as part of the family by relatives. He even receives Christmas cards from grandma- which I read to him.

Da_Nuke always, always, always carries around a French knife called Kacey, to which he talks (when alone to avoid looking creepy of course), as well as a flask with liquor when not going to school.

This troper has a very close relationship with his beloved camping knife. Said knife is kept perfectly sharp and close to said troper during field work. Granted, a knife is vital during said fieldwork.

This Troper's is a small plastic Zubat that she bought at an anime convention. It wasn't intended as one, but it makes a perfect finger puppet. Sadly, I lost Zubat about a month ago. I'm planning on replacing it at that con next year.

This troper is an aspiring puppeteer who has been known to communicate with her own characters. Sometimes this is involved when brainstorming, for example if there's a scene where one of the characters is doing something very out of character, they could look down and yell at said puppeteer for making them look like an idiot or embarrassing them or something. She also plans that if she's ever at a school dance that requires having a date, she'll just go find a tux in the kids' section at a clothing store or at Build-a-Bear Workshop or something and put it on her wolf puppet Henry.

This Troper has special relationships with her laptops. More notably, her ''entire family'' has CompanionCube tendencies towards our swimming pool vacuum, Robbie.

This troper recently dug out her small army of Beanie Babies, and discovered that they are still fun to play with! Some of them needed renaming, and two of them needed a RelationshipUpgrade, so it's a good thing I rediscovered them! Also, has anyone seen my plastic bat Oskan? He's very small, and when last seen he had a rubber band tied to him.

This Troper has had two at two different points in time; first, this toothless stuffed lion that I had named "Bitey." I actually lived out my own CalvinandHobbes comic five years before I had even read them. Now though, every day and every night, I apologize to my bed for leaving it and always say good night to it.

This troper will never feel he has been abandoned so long as the {{Transformers}} toy line keeps something new and wonderful waiting for him on the shelves.

In HalfLife 2 Ep 2 there is an achievement for picking up a garden gnome at the beginning and carrying it to almost the end of the game, when I was getting the achievement, I named the gnome "Fred" and would occasionally talk to it. (such as telling to "stay there" when setting it down)

This Troper has a stuffed bunny, with ears the size of it's body, named Cuddles that I can't sleep without, and has been like that for the last two years. She's filthy now. She was given to me by my ex, now BFF, as a moving gift. The companionship with Cuddles has included physically threatening people for handling her too roughly and without permission.

Yesterday, at a Go Kart/Arcade place, my boyfriend and I pooled the tickets we won from various games in the arcade. Since I didn't really want anything, he picked white galaxy slime. We very quickly adopted it and it is now our child, with a schedule for whose house it's at[my house monday and tuesday, his wed. and thurs. and the weekend is "family time"] during the week. Haven't named it yet.

This troper adores his laptop, and has spawned a rumor that the laptop is more than a friend. He also brings with him a bulky windbreaker with him at all times, and has used it more than once to get out of class by faking heatstroke with it. It's used mainly to invoke HyperspaceArsenal and ExtendedDisarming just for fun, and because it's this troper's security blanket.

My mother has a potted plant that I help take care of with her. We've taken to calling it Chuck, after Chuck the Plant from ''{{Maniac Mansion}}''.

This Troper dressed up a RC Halloween zombie and gave it a old 80386 laptop. he calls it Zombiequin (a Portmanteau of 'Zombie' and 'Mannequin')

This Troper has named both of his laptops and will often talk to them. My first was Guilty Spark or "Sparky" for short, and his "son" is Donatello, or "Donny." I also tend to talk to my {{Bionicle}} creations from time to time, usually when I'm working on FanFiction, as they tend to be characters in it.

This troper names freaking everything...her main computer is Sahor, it's external drive Joshua (from TWEWY), a couple USB thumbdrives have names (Mat Cauthon being on, Tylin being another)...her netbook is Stormy (from Winx Club), cellphone is Daenerys (from ASongOfIceAndFire), ipod is Arashimi. And that's just the electronics.

This troper remapped all of her main computer's sounds to sound files from Portal, taking from both GLaDOS and the turrets.

she even names/d all her stuffed animals, her nerf guns, a Koosh ball, and her knives.

she also firmly believes that naming things imparts a soul, which makes for interesting conversations when the electronics aren't working properly.

This troper's books also qualify. Do *not* mess with her books...it's an instant BerserkButton.

One of my classmates in high school had a laptop named Betsy; in response, I named my own laptop Jimmy. Two years later, I got bored and named my fists Lefto! and Steve.

This troper has a Wall-e plush and Eve plush as her companion cubes. She's always carrying them around the house and even left for a doctor's appointment carrying them once.

This she-troper has a plush fish named Mr. Christmas who always manages to mentally give proper greetings and be polite and helpful ("Good morning! Good night! Don't forget your grocery list!")

I have Lunalis, well, I DID. Shi originally did not actually have a gender or a name. Shi was that voice, you know, the asshole in the back of your head? As my life got worse shi was something no one could take away, and I guess that's why it was so hard to let hir go. I finally let go of hir, because having an alter ego....It was difficult keeping "us" seperate, and I was hurting one of my friends, although he didn't know it until I told him. Thank god we don't own a gun.... Oh and the pronouns. Shi was a hermaphrodite. For some strange reason, "straights" scare me. Go fig....I wonder if that makes me a heterophobe....

Aside from a general tendency to form emotional attachments various objects (my RBC pen, my taped-together mp3 player, etc.) I've had a number of these over the years. The most enduring is the blue teddy bear I got the day after I was born. I keep a few of my favourite stuffed animals on my bed. The roster changes occasionally, but currently it consists of the bear, a similarly old mouse, lamb, and Blanky, and newer additions Plato the Diplodocus (who functions as my protector when I get scared), and a crocheted lemming named Thor. When I was younger, I would visit and talk to two of the trees in the front yard, Frederick and Franklin. I've also got my ancient (as in, early nineties) laptop, Gadget, and Roland the Tennis Ball, who keeps me entertained during otherwise boring, lonely school lunches. A couple of imaginary friends pop up too, namely Puck the Stegoceras, who has since moved, and Roberto the Imaginary Velociraptor, an AdventurerArchaeologist who travels a lot and only comes home occasionally. Plus all the various characters in my doodles, Fizzer, Pink, Igor, Elsa, Diggory, Sketchy Guy, Trapster, OOOHH Guy, The Nicktangle, Villain Guy, the Hutt, and Lightning Guy. I'm also 16, so...

A more recent development in a LivingToys story (mentioned in the above post before I edited it) saw an actual Companion Cube reference- a Rubik's Cube, referred to as Rubix and treated as a sapient being by the other toys, although it was or not I don't know. In the real world (or my version of it, anyway), my Chunk action figure seems to be developing into yet another. I also removed a couple of the examples from my above post because I decided they weren't relevant.

This troper works as a trolley-dolly.She is bound to pull her trolley everyday,thus she developed some liking to them after some months.As much as this cow-of-a trolley weights 150 lbs and made this troper into CuteBruiser,she finds herself cleaning it or 'tending' to stock so it looks nice and shiny.

This troper regularly gets attached to her {{Pokemon}}, and never fails to name them. If getting attached to an object one's never come in contact with counts, then this troper's fondness for the two Mars Rovers, Spirit and Opportunity, would qualify.... she thinks they're adorable, and cheers every time they exceed their design limits.

This troper loves chameleons and iguanas and, as such, he got very attached to his toy ones as a young kid. He is now seventeen and pitys them for being put in a box under his bed...except for the first one he got, which is currently sitting on his desk.

This Troper has named a few inanimate objects, reffers to them by these names and only by these names, and talks to these things. Most of them are stuffed animals, although it also includes my laptop Luna - the naming of which is justified by the fact that it needed a networking name. In fact, all the computers in my house have names. The main Dell server is Mercury, my mom's laptop is Monty, the old laptop running Win 98 is Brigid, and the old desktop machine that is only still working by sheer effort on my dad's part is Gwyddion... the stuffed animals are Lightning the horse, Frost the rabbit, Amanda the golden-brown bear in a pink tutu, and Walter the gray bear with the thin purple ribbon around his neck. I carry Lightning around with me everywhere, and Frost, Walter, and Amanda are on the corner of my bed. There's also Rainbow Turtle, but we don't talk about him. I also talk to imaginary friends when I'm sure there is nobody within hearing range - Sabuko and Violet the fennec fox sisters, who are blue and purple, respectively. In fact, I like to imagine that any of the various characters in my stories are sitting next to me. And I sometimes get attached to my Pokemon, such as Fluffy the Arcanine, Skipper the Mudkip (it would be a better name if it had been a Piplup, I know), Gladius the Charmander, and Martie the Marill. Yes, I really am 13. And no, I'm not insane.

This Troper has many stuffed animals. (I'm gonna say... 60?) I value their friendships. Once, I was mad and PUNCHED MY ANGEL KITTY RIGHT IN THE FACE. I realized what I had done and apologized. Profusely. (I know it's weird.)

When this Troper was 17, she got to go to Japan with a student ambassador group, fulfilling a lifelong dream. While there, she bought a stuffed Totoro in a Harajuku toy shop, thinking it would make a fantastic pillow for the plane ride home. The downside to this whole glorious trip was the fact that the rest of the delegation wanted nothing to do with this troper, as she was frumpy and incredibly socially akward...she was left with no friends and, due to circumstances, almost no way to contact friends and family back home. And so each night, while the other kids partied in their hotel rooms, this troper would sit alone in her's, talking to her Totoro. She would tell him stories about each day's adventures, how the country was everything she'd dreamed of (and when it wasn't), and what was scheduled for the next day. When the trip drew to a close, she told him about home and promised that he'd be coming too. Today, this troper is 21 and considerably more equipped to handle other people -- but she still has Totoro. Every so often, she makes sure to pick him up and hug him furiously, letting him know she's grateful for the time when he was her only friend.

I work in a chemistry lab, and have got into the habit of talking to my equipment, to the point of naming a rotary evaporator "Barry" and shouting at heaters when reaction mixtures take too long to get to reflux. I'm in real danger of falling into another trope...

Hah. This Troper (Ryumaru) owns you all. I have an acutal Companion Cube plushie! I haven't started talking to it... yet. It ''is'' quite huggable, though.

This Troper, in addition to having regular discussions with her 9 stuffed animals (all of whom are at least 8 years old and reside constantly in her bed...), names almost all of her inanimate possessions. A sampling of everyone currently within eyeshot: Emmet, Penny, AJ, Watson and Crick, Franklin, Hugo, Wheeze, Luna, Dorian, and Vi. They help with me RidiculousProcrastinator tendencies, nagging me to do homework/write papers and whatever else I have to do. Wheeze--an orange, rubbery stress ball--is especially a CompanionCube.

This troper has a fedora he named Johnny. This troper occasionally has conversations with him and sometimes gets him to participate in dark prophecy jokes wherein this troper pretends to see the future. This troper even introduces Johnny to people on occasion.

To say that this troper is attached to her computer is a massive understatement. One time, after it had been left in the car, I started hugging it because it was freezing cold. I also tell it "good night" when I shut it down so I can go to bed, and get very angry when my mom tries to take it away. One time, my mom took the computer along with troper's [=iPod=] and told me I couldn't have them back until I finished my missing homework, with expected results.

Companion...Drawing. This troper has a character in his doodles (A dienonychus), who acts as a foil and {{The Lancer}} to me, drawn as a Dilophosaurus. A JP Dilophosaurus."Nychus" is also quite the {{Deadpan Snarker}}, Ending up with things like "Hehe heh.You rushed." "is SPARTA}} SHUT. UP."

This troper had this stuffed doll of Doug Funnie since she was three in 1999. She always talked to him (and the day she got him, when she got home from the (recently opened) mall (bought him at the Disney Store there), she ran up to her room with him, pretended she was his crush from the show, Patti, and played "Doug and Patti get married" with him (she used to have a fangirl crush on him)). I took him to the playground with me (our house is next door to a playground), to [=McDonald's=] (when we were leaving the mall when we got him, I was telling him, "Want me to share my fries and [=McFlurry=] with you? Okay!", to her daycare, and she always talked to him. She even remembers a time when she told her mom it was Doug's "birthday", and we needed to get a cake for him (we did). She still talks to him to this day.

I have an "I Choose You" Pikachu doll that I've had for 11 years (This troper is now 21) and I consider him a bit of a good luck charm. I use to take him wherever I went and I had him with me when I won a Pokemon game in a raffle and before I went to get back surgery, which went better than the surgeon hoped. He also makes me feel better when I'm low or sad, like when my grandfather and cousin died within 3 months of each other.

I am 14 as of writing this. I have a 10" stuffed (classic-style) WinnieThePooh teddy bear that I got the day I was born. Every night since then (excluding sleepovers and, as of recently, travels) I have fallen asleep with him snuggled somewhere. I have trouble without. He's so old and worn that both his arms have holes, and one is falling off--he quite reminds me of the original and how Christopher Robin would drag him by one arm. Mine was once covered in soft velveteen, but he's nearly threadbare (though he still has that stitched-on smile). He's very, very Real, and if you dare insult me for him, you die.

This troper made a three-foot-tall King Dedede plushie just for the hell of it after receiving KSSU for Christmas. It took nineteen hours to finish, and after all that time spent on him, it was impossible NOT to get attached to him. I even hug him while I'm sleeping :3

This troper blames his decreasing sanity, but at the grocery store where I works, my only friends are the mop bucket, the shag, and the dust pan. The brooms are out to kill me.

This 14-year-old troper recently bought a stuffed doll of Phineas in Disney World, and carried him around the park with her. She was on a class trip, and was mainly by herself (we could all go off on our own), and he kept her company. She talked to him, went on slow indoor rides and stage shows with him (kept him in her backpack for fast rides), had him sit next to her when she ate dinner at the park, and always cuddles with him. You could just play "You've got a Friend in Me" during that whole trip, and now. He's sitting right next to me right now.

This troper has named his laptop Libby. Short for Elizabeth.

This troper has a laptop named Babe. I cuddle it when I'm scared. And my sword is named Fighter. It is also cuddled.

This troper has Wally, the Wii, Emile, the Xbox 360, Victoria, the PS2, Rameses, the iMac desktop computer, Linda, the iPod Touch, Edith, the iBook, and David, the Wacom Tablet. This troper is also very attached to her L plushie (who she consults when something has gone missing for deductive assistance) and replica Sode no Shirayuki (affectionately known as Yuki).

At [[@/QuackorTheFowl]]'s school, a friend of his inflated a rubber glove and drew a face on it. He was given the name of Li'l Reemo and was given his own desk in the class. Everyone took pictures of him, he got a fan page on Facebook, and when the person who actually sits in the desk he was in came in late, she was told to sit in a different seat so Li'l Reemo could stay for the rest of the class. Then he was accidentally popped by our teacher. Everyone in my second period came the next day dressed in black, mourning our loss. Yeah, it's that kind of school.

This troper owns a panda named Lawliet, a puppy named Puppy, and a teddy bear named Gloe. I used to have another teddy bear, appropriately named Teddy, and although I don't have him anymore, whenever I draw comics, he's the main animal I draw myself with.

I have a sword hanging on my wall. I named it Sheldon. But I don't take him anywhere outside the house. Or even my room.

I both name and talk to my pot plants. I have a small palm-tree named Mozart (homage to a song) and a Bonsai tree named Robert, but I call him Bob. As for talking to them... Well, it was all the rage in the 80s. Maybe it works. Either way, they are excellent conversation partners.

This troper is an avid cyclist, and on the road his bike is his only companion, and at times risked his life to save his bike.

This fifteen-year-old Troper has had a small doll named Hanna since she was five years old and has no plan to give her up. She also has myriad stuffed animals, but these are more like characters (with surprisingly well-developed personalities and world-building) in the ongoing story she and her older brother used to come up with...Oh, who am I kidding, we still do this too.

This Troper used to have a small plastic Kirby that I compulsively carried everywhere and acted as if it was alive, such as asking people to apologise it it when they dropped it. When a friend of mine went into hospital I gave it to her to be her companion cube until she was better.

This troper was given a Patty Playpal by her mother (a 1960's doll that is about the size of a three year old). At the age of 20 she still has the doll, has been known to converse with it sometimes, and it has it's own wardrobe, though this is only occasionally used, and to indulge it in child-friendly activities such as reading stories to it, or letting it 'watch' cartoons. Her favourite activity though is to use it to creep out other people, who find either the doll herself, or the troper's interactions with it, too UncannyValley for comfort.

My family named the car we had when I was growing up (it was a blue Chevy named Spacy), and while I never actually believed it was true, as a kid I liked to pretend it was alive. This lead to a very cute moment where I got out of school upset about something, my mom drove me to [=McDonalds=] instead of right back home, and all the while she acted as though she didn't know where we were going because the car was doing this of it's own accord.