Quest 1

The first time I was unboxed 

I saw a gray-white wall

I saw a brown-haired boy picking me up.

After he got me working

He put me on over his short, thin hair

And played the games that I had in my store.

Then one day

A girl came.

She put me on and played as well but she played every second of the day.

Then came the Quest 2 it was out

I was given and then replaced. 

I didn’t know what to do 

I was given to the little girl

The next day, I was given to the mother of them both.

I’m now here in a dark room collecting dust

With a broken controller waiting to be updated, fixed and given away.

Quest 2

I am the newest version of the Quest

I am the version two

I love when my person plays with me a lot

But over time, I have gotten stick drift.

I was once wacked against walls 

But now there are no walls to hit.

I am calm she is calm 

Everything was fine until quest 3 arrived… 

I was put away

The last time I was taken anywhere was when I went to her aunts

I tend to miss when we had time together

But then I was then pushed away.

Quest 3

I was unboxed the Quest 3 me

I saw the light

I saw her face and I had a smile on my cameras with joy

She picked me up and put me on her purplish-brown hair

She set me up through her phone

They were so happy they started to play on me instantly.

She did hit me on some things 

And yet I still love her.

The others I feel bad for, they’re collecting dust. 

She brings me to her Grandma’s

And she plays on me all night.

She brings me everywhere with her 

Now I sit in a bag ‘till she comes back 

Wanting to play again.