The Hundred-Acre Woods had changed in the wake of Christopher Robin’s disappearance. Pooh blamed himself—if only he held on for just a little longer. No one else blamed him. No one could have stood against those awful impossible things. He did everything he could, but guilt broke him, changed him.
In the aftermath, Pooh was found deep within the shadows of the forest, stuffing spilling out of grievous wounds. Had he been a real bear, he wouldn’t have survived. Pooh, however, like his friends, weren’t real—not in the conventional sense—but play things brought to life by the ancient spirit of the woods for a little boy who sought solace among her twisted and gnarled branches.
Through them, she was able to love the cast out child. He had been brought to die, but his courage and wonder evoked sympathy from the spirit, and she vowed to watch over him. Pooh, Piglet, Owl, Tigger, and all his new friends guarded and taught him the deep secrets of the Hundred Acre Woods. That which inspired fear in the hearts of men, that unconsciously drove them to give wide berth to the forest, was to him, a friend.
Of all his friends, it was Pooh that loved him most, with same heart of the ancient spirit. In turn, the child loved Pooh above all others, and for a time, before the horrors which now stalked the woods, they were happy. But that happiness had long since vanished with the boy. After thirteen years, Pooh had given up on ever finding the child and turned his rage toward the things stalking the dark places of the forest, corrupting its woods, and poisoning the ancient spirit that birthed him.
Void Engineer 