#stuffed bunny repair

[doctorbeth]

Rabbit -- one of your cherished stuffed companions

Rabbit belongs to one of you dear people, and she gave me permission to share his story with you.:-) He was in the hospital about a year ago.

She initially wrote:

I live in South Florida and I am a big fan of your hospital! I have a stuffed rabbit plush animal, I believe he may have once been a Bugs Bunny plush, but to me he has always been "Rabbit" and I cannot find any leads online as to his "origins". Rabbit has been with me since I was 6 months old-- he's almost 24 years old! He's been my constant companion, and I still sleep with him and love him to this day. As you might imagine, this has led to many surgeries... 

Lately, Rabbit has had very thin fabric fur, and you can see through to the stuffing (mostly on his tummy). He's also in need of some new stuffing, as his current has gotten pretty clumpy over the years. My mom and I have talked about possibly giving him a  complete fur transplant on his tummy as we have applied patches before, but we aren't experts and don't want to cause him harm! He gets holes in his fabric very easily as he has become very delicate from love over the years... We are almost afraid to touch him with anything other than a hug! 

Now there were many photos attached to this note, and just fyi, for diagnosis the more photos the better, but you all don't need quite so many close ups... here are three critical photos from his diagnosis:

You can really see in the last two photos how thin his fabric was getting.... but he has such a cute face, and it's mostly embroidered, and I thought they may want to keep that, so.... there were many (actually 7!) options for his care. Keep in mind, he's over 2 feet long, too. Here were the treatment options (a spa could be added to any):

1) Given his style of fabric, and his artistic belly patches, and the fact that he has embroidered facial features, we could line his body with new fabric.  This reinforces his body and limbs while keeping his current appearance.  He would get all new body stuffing as part of this treatment, as the stuffing would need to come out for lining and it can't go back in.  But, a small amount of original stuffing would be preserved in a heart in his chest.  With this treatment, he could still wear, but you would see lining before stuffing.  Also, for future repairs, the lining could take the pressure of stitches away from his skin.  I would also minimize the older scarring on his side. 

2) I can do everything in option 1, plus line his head. 

3) I can do everything in option 1, plus line his head and ears. 

4) Instead of lining, we could recover just his belly and lower sides of limbs. His original skin (and old patches) would remain underneath, reinforcing the new fabric.  I would get as close as possible to his current fabric color and texture.  Perfect fabric matches are rarely possible, but if that is the case, I will send photos of him with transplant options so you can choose what you like best. I would also minimize his scars. 

5) I can recover his entire torso and limbs (leaving his head and ears as is). I would also minimize his scars.

6) I can recover his belly and lower side of limbs around his patches (keeping his artistic appearance). I would also minimize his scars.

7) I can recover his belly around his patches and recover the rest of his body and limbs. I would also minimize his scars.

His person thought about it, discussed it with her family, and ultimately decided on option 5: recover his entire torso and limbs but leave his head and ears as is. They also added a spa for Rabbit, which would treat the lumpiness of his stuffing as well as clean him.

So Rabbit flew to the hospital and began treatment with his bubble bath:

He got restuffed before recovering, so here is his heart being made and installed with a bit of his original stuffing:

I started by recovering his gray areas, leaving the white of his pawpads and tail original. At this point, I sent chubbiness approval photos and let his person decide whether she still wanted to recover the white (which was in better shape than the gray):

His person wrote: "Wow, he looks amazing!! His chubbiness looks perfect, I can't wait to hold him! I would like to recover his white patches of fur"

So Rabbit got closed up, and the white got recovered, and then he was ready to fly home!

Approved, Rabbit flew home to Florida. When he arrived back cross country, his person wrote:

Rabbit is home!! Thank you so, so much!! He looks amazing, he's soooo soft and cuddly, I can't wait to spend many many more years with my darling angel rabbit! I cannot thank you enough Doctor, you're truly an angel!! I'm so blessed to have found you and your lovely hospital!! My mom and I can't stop gushing over how soft and cuddly Rabbit is, he's like brand new! I'll continue to treasure him for the rest of my life with your help!

[spoohie]

I found a stuffed toy for Vil.

Look at this shit. It’s a potato. Someone get his credit card; he needs it whether he knows it or not:

Epel: Ah don’t give a darn tootin’ about this goshdarned hair routine!

Vil: *chucks the potato stuffy at him*

Rook: Roi du Poison! My discerning eye has caught that you’ve gained an ounce-

Vil: *chucks the potato stuffy at him*

Neige: *exists*

Vil: *accidentally throws potato stuffy with force to kill*

[dreaming-of-spots]

The difference 2 decades of love makes

[lumiilys]

Thoughts I was having as I fell asleep last night:

Ed has a stuffed bunny toy that was handmade for him by his mum when he was very little. He treasured that bunny for years until a couple of shitty ex boyfriends decided to damage it on purpose (what kind of grown man has stuffed toys? etc etc). From then on Ed keeps his bunny hidden away in his wardrobe, partially because he’s scared to show it to anyone but also because he’s ashamed of himself for letting something so horrible happen to his bunny. Until he meets Stede. He shows Stede his beaten up old rabbit with a missing arm and eye, the head hanging half off the body and stuffing coming out, and Stede doesn’t mock him or belittle him! Stede comforts him!

A few months pass. Ed’s birthday rolls around and he can tell Stede is excited about something. After breakfast, Stede places a cardboard box in front of Ed and tells him to open it. He does. Inside the box is his childhood bunny, but it’s not falling apart anymore. Instead, Stede has lovingly repaired it. The repairs are very visible because Stede has used a floral material rather than the original brown that the bunny is made of. The new eye on the rabbit doesn’t quite match the old one, it has a brand new arm, and it’s body is covered in little flowery patches to cover up the damaged material underneath, but Ed loves it, to him it’s perfect.

And what can Ed do other than cry? He’s never had anyone care about him in this way. He’s never had someone take his emotions so seriously. He holds the bunny to his chest as he cries and he can’t help but see himself in the little creature. Maybe one day he’ll be able to heal as well?

[medicshope]

I’m bored, and for the life of me don’t wanna write for the like..15 other full length wips, I present you what I would think that the pony express crew would bring on the tulpar alongside their clothes & hygiene!

Daisuke:

Along with him canonically carrying a gameboy on ship with him, I feel he’d probably bring those game boy stereo headphones so he can play at night.

With swanseas voice line about Daisuke only thinking with his ‘downstairs long nose’, I headcanon that Daisuke would have a higher libido (sex drive), so he’d probably pack some type of porn magazine.

Would probably bring like six different games for the gameboy. (Most likely Pokémon games.)

Curly:

Probably wouldn’t take much on board, maybe a card game to play with jimmy whenever duty is slow.

Also brought a history book onboard. Probably ww2 or ww1. I see him as a huge history nerd, just look at him and say he isn’t. I dare you.

I see him as a guy to chew tobacco so he’d probably sneak in chewing tobacco in his boxers. Helps him focus when it’s late.

Swansea:

Pictures of his kids and wife, and a switchblade? I see him as a guy to pack anything he might need so for some reason I think he’d pack a switchblade to make repairs easier

..he’d also bring batteries. You don’t know how much you need batteries until you don’t have them.

Probably somehow snuck on his kids drawings. He didn’t pack them. Neither did he pack the stuffed bunny he knew belonged to his son. Wonder how those got there..

Jimmy:

Chewing tobacco, probably the one to get curly into chewing tobacco, also turns into his dealer and upsells him but shh…

Pocketknife/butterfly knife. Does tricks with it absentmindedly on the ship, scares the ever living shit out of Anya when she enters the lounge late at night and is met with a deadpanned jimmy twirling around an open blade. Almost fainted the first time.

Probably alcohol too. He seems like a corona or bud light guy. Brings a 12 case. Low tolerance too so it’s one and done sadly for him. Snuck it in under his white long sleeves.

Anya:

Either a Walkman or a cd player with those orange cushiony headphones. Music helps her calm, and it helps her sleep. Freaks out if it isn’t with her, was totally a gift from her mom.

Coloring books or sketch pad too. I head-canon her to be a big sketcher or painter, just can’t paint on the freighter. She likes to make big doodle pages with different sketches or sketches of things around her.

Stuffed animal, probably a blue bunny or a white lamb. No I won’t explain. She seems like a stuffed animal person, totally sees them as little people and turns them around before changing.

Heating pad too. She looks like she had horrible back pain so to fix that…heating pad. Also helps her with cramps. It sits on her desk in the medical room.

[babymapleleaf]

i think that um. If Ed lost his favorite stuffed bunny or it got too damaged to repair or something Stede would immediately learn how to sew and he would sew him up a new one and its not the same and it would be a little bit wonky bc it's the first time Stede's ever sewed anything but it's made with love and it's one of a kind and so Ed would be so happy about it that he starts crying and gives Stede a big hug as soon as he sees it

[perfectlovevn]

Hello!! I just finished playing Perfect Love and OMGGG, I LOVED ITT. The entire plot-line and game concept was extremely unique!! And ouuhhh I loved Milo the most <33. Best boy, really.

Is there anything else you can mention about Milo? Like some sweet fun facts about him that were not mentioned in the game? I'd really like to know him full on out! Otherwise, that's all. Have a good day, afternoon, or night!! :D

Wooo! I'm glad you liked it! It always makes me happy to hear!

I did have a list of things here about Milo, but here are some more.

Pre Milo:

In theory, Milo can have multiple forms, not just Violence and Manipulation. He can be motherly, competitive, preppy, vain, anything so as long as Eris is able to influence them in that way.

In the same vein, Milo is actually a really fast learner, as you can see in the game. He doesn't think he is but under the pressure of wanting to make sure that his love doesn't leave him, he learns and understands remarkably fast.

Milo is deathly afraid of bugs, as seen in the manipulation route. I guess that's what happens when you're forced to eat insects as child. Thanks bullies.

I think I should probably make him shorter but I headcannoned him to be about 6ft. It's literally because I'm really bad with heights so I wanted a good round number.

He really likes rabbits/bunnies as it's his favorite animal. He still has his first bunny stuffed animal that he had as a child and has repaired it several times. He likes large lop bunnies the most but his parents wouldn't let him keep it when he was smaller.

His major is school is kinesiology for the sole reason that I think it would be funny that he's kind of buff under all those clothes. He probably does work out on occasion, but considering how sad he is I don't think he always maintains it.

The backpack he is wearing actually handmade by him. He actually is pretty good at handmade crafts and makes a lot of stuff, however, he usually ends up not finishing them or throwing them away because he ultimately thinks its useless.

If you make anything handmade for him, no matter how bad you think it is, he will keep it. He also would probably add something onto it because he can't help himself.

If given clothing, handmade or bought, he will try to sew something onto it unless you tell him not to.

He is pretty good basic first aid because he always had to patch himself up when he was growing up.

If you access the scene in the code, you'll find that he likes more relaxing games like Stardew Valley, Spiritfarers, Animal Crossing, etc.

When holding hands, he will usually hold Eris by the fingers, not the palms for some reason.

Manipulation Milo:

He's learned he's like rubbing his face on things he likes (not at all influenced by my habit of doing that). Because of that, he likes to rub against Eris's hair a lot.

Pre Milo can actually hold his alcohol pretty well because of his size, but doesn't drink much and gets sleepy pretty fast after drinking. Manipulation Milo has embraced this and now basically can drink a ton without getting wasted. Tends to be a lot more clingy towards Eris the more he drinks.

Manipulation Milo practices speaking like Eris by recording them when he thinks they're not noticing. Practices a lot in the mirror to be as close to them as possible when talking.

Has learned to have a strong appreciation of cats and they come flock to him when nearby. Also has learned how to purr.

When holding Eris's hands, he tends to sweat a lot. Eris, I imagine can't hold his hand for very long without it getting soaked.

He never wears the first earrings that Eris gave him and keeps them preserved somewhere in his room. Always wears copies of it in case it ever gets lost or stolen.

Changed his eating habits to appear more thinner and dainty, to match his new personality and appearance.

Has gotten really good with social games, so much so that in some groups they can't play it anymore because he always wins. Also is surprisingly good at Co-op, especially with Eris.

Violence Milo:

Probably won't admit it, but likes being headpatted. Will come towards Eris and slightly nudge his head towards their hand to indicate they want to be headpatted, but will never ask them.

Eats a lot more now than he did previously. Pre Milo ate more like a bird, but Violence Milo devours his food. Seeing him eat meat is like watching a dog tear apart steak.

Because of this, he's also learned how to cook more meals. Before Milo just cooked to survive, but now Violence Milo makes pretty good meals. Will cook anything Eris asks.

Has gotten more into shooters and fighting games. He actually seems to have really good reaction timing now compared to what he was like before.

When holding Eris's hands, tends to squeeze too hard before loosening it because he gets shy. He's working on not doing that but Eris's hands have been crushed multiple times before.

Really into wolves and big dogs. Really likes german shepards and watching him play with dogs is like night and day because he's so mushy around them .

Probably has a punching bag with Ryan's face on it somewhere in his room. That picture has been replaced over and over again and that punching bag looks like it's on the brink of breaking.

Growls and whimpers in his sleep sometimes. When his back or head is stroked, it turns into a more comfortable and happy growl and he tries to hug whatever is closest to him. If it's mentioned to him by Eris, he'll probably get embarrassed. Being big spooned will also cause his leg to shake for a bit before he ends up sleeping soundly.

I hope I remember a lot of these facts later because I feel like some of this stuff I just made up on the spot.

[heartfullofleeches]

Reader taking eggnogg in a leash just because they are their little pet. Their pampered baby.

When you proposition the idea of buying them a leash, Elisha proposes a counter offer after deep consideration.

"Can I make it myself?...."

"Sure?" You couldn't see any harm in letting them do it- not with those puppy eyes.

Eggnog beams like a child on christmas, color flushed to their pale features as a smile splits their cheeks. Bolting for the stairwell at speeds supernatural for a figure of their size and stature, Eggnog knocks down several pictures frames in the hall, and articles of clothing from your closet as they ascend - a hairline fracture splitting the far wall of your living room ceiling as they trip somewhere along the narrow passage way to the attic. They regain their balance, mark the hole their horns left to repair later, and continue on their way.

Eggnog makes quick work of their homemade leash. Everything they needed was already close by, and most importantly you were waiting for them. A stuffed rabbit with an old shirt of yours sewn into the lining of its ears made up the base of their creation, some straps they had stored away stitched into its sided and adjusted according to their wide shoulders. They fashion the remanding strips into a leash which they attach onto the rabbit's left foot, finishing their masterpiece. The stitching was a tad sparse, but they trusted you and themselves enough to avoid causing the bunny harm. Eggnog takes a moment to sit back and kisses the plush's horns modeled after their own for their brave sacrifice - utilizing the opportunity to breath in the scent of you embedded in the fabric of your old tee.

Elisha returns to find you dozing off on the couch. They crotch beside you and wrap the leash around your wrists before gently shaking you awake, combing their hair over their shoulder as you stir. Once you're up and fully responsive; Eggnog turns so you can see the their backpack, reaching an arm behind them to give you a wave by use of the rabbit's paw. Their eyes grow big with question as they face you again.

"It's adorable, Eggs" You cup your hands beneath their chin, guiding their head into your lap as you raise one up to their horns. Eggnog stiffens as they normally did in the presence of comfort, but soon melts at the first stroke long the hollow bone. You hate to spoil the moment, but as they begin to purr you know the plans you made would have to be delayed if they fell asleep. You help them sit upright, wiping spit coated strands of hair from their cheek.

"Before you doze off let's go for a walk first. I'm sure you're tired from all the work you did, so once we get back we take a bath and head off to bed. How's that sound?"

The effect of your words is astounding. Eggnog is at the door before you get your shoes on. It's a good thing you let go of their leash first. They race out the door once you open it for them - redirecting right back to the house after making it halfway across yard to retrieve what they had forgotten. You help them get their sunhat on as Eggnog ties the leash around your wrist. They walk behind you this time, looking at you for lead into town.

At your heels is where they stay for the rest of your stroll. The anxiety of being outside quickly leaves them in favor of the joy being with you brings. They even have the courage to say hello to their fellow hybrids - if not to gloat for being the one you adore most. They are, aren't they? They haven't given you much choice given they lived in your attic, but you were as much theirs as they were yours. Eggnog bumps into you a few times as the realization hits them. It doesn't catch their guard until you stopped in front of two unfamiliar faces. The one holding the map is the first to speak while the other eyes Eggnog.

"Hi, we're just stopping in town looking for a lake nearby? Can either of you help us find it."

"Sure, I'll mark it on you map."

Eggnog picks at their lips as you walk over. No, no no- Who are these strangers, and why are they cutting in on your precious time together. Haven't they been through enough, don't they deserve this? Realistically it would've only taken you about a minute to help the tourist, but Eggnog needed you more - and now. They creep closer.

"home."

"Just a minute, Eggs."

Their chest presses against your back. "Now."

You look down as their arms slither around your waist, tying your hands together with their leash.

"Eggs?- Wha... EGGNOG!"

Shoving the duo aside, Eggnog flees the scene carrying you to their chest. You keep your screams to a minimum as despite their actions you know what it does to their ears. Eggnog darts into an alleyway and places you down to catch their breath. Before you can speak, their mop of messy hair distorts your vision as their lips snuff out your words. They force the leash into your hands as they rest their forehead against yours, noses brushed together.

"mine."

[viarayy01-blog]

Guide to Parenting - fnaf fic

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50957647

something i wrote to pass the time! - enjoy!!

-x-x-x-

Roxy leaned in closer to the book, attempting to read the words lining the page. “Wait.. say it one more time?” She turned to Freddy, extremely confused. “I'll reread it again. Ehem…” Freddy cleared his throat and scanned the book pages. “To be a good parent, you must always be monitoring your children. If they seem suspicious, then that means they are doing something inherently wrong, and 110% dangerous. If they keep secrets, or hide things from you, they are going to rebel sooner or later. We don’t want that, do we?” Freddy paused and waited for Roxy’s response. “We…don’t?” Freddy gave her an encouraging look, and continued reading, “All you have to do is remember this simple acronym. A.P.P.L.E. Assess, Prod, Punish, Last chance, and… Execute?” Roxy’s confused expression did not falter, even after a second read.

“Execute? Like kill them?” Her voice started to rise. “Are you saying we have to kill the kids?” Roxy became flustered and angry, attacking Gregory was one thing, a thing he completely deserved, but why would she ever harm Cassie?

“No…” Freddy replied quickly, sensing Roxy’s worriedness. “Perhaps it means to execute the previously stated retribution. Such as, following through with the punishment. Still.. what a strange way to put it.” He trailed off, deep in his own thoughts.

“So.. we have to always watch them, and stop them if they act suspicious in any sort of way? There’s not even any danger at the apartment, aside from that security guard.” She smiled to herself, and Freddy sighed, slightly amused.

“Officer Van-…” he paused. “I mean, Vanessa would never hurt the kids, you know that Roxane.” She scoffed.

“Whatever, just keep reading.” She said irritably and waited for Freddy to continue.

After reading for 20 or so minutes more, they closed the book and tried to figure out what to do next. “Perhaps,” Freddy began, “we should go use our knowledge and test ourselves on what we’ve learned!”

“Alright!” Roxy exclaimed. “Ill deal with Cassie obviously, and you’ll take care of..” she paused and let out a mocking sigh. “Gregory.” Freddy smiled and they went to each of the kids' respective areas in the apartment.

The apartment had 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, and a joint kitchen / living room area. Vanessa’s room was completely off limits, it was where she monitored M.X.E.S and kept an eye on all things that happened at the Pizzaplex. Her walls were a dark grey. The kids bedroom was painted blue, since before Cassie arrived, Gregory had the room all to himself. The room was covered in Gregory’s drawings, mostly of strange and twisted events occurring to Vanny and Freddy respectively. One even depicted a strange rotting corpse in a bunny suit and a huge amalgamation of wires with loose animatronic heads. On Cassie's side of the room was a huge poster of a cartoon she liked and a few Roxane drawings that Gregory had drawn for her. On each of the kids bed’s were a wide array of stuffed animals. Gregory had a Freddy and Sundrop set, while Cassie had a Roxane and Chica pair. A Monty plush sat on the single desk placed in front of Cassie's bed.

Usually, the animatronics would recharge in the living room or rest in the car, which was where they got their main energy supply. Vanessa would go out every week to get a full tank of gas so that the car had enough energy to recharge Freddy and help with some of Roxy’s repairs. Right now she was out of the house, going to pick up groceries. Freddy was in charge while she was gone, and Roxy served as his only way to get anything done, due to the fact he was only a head.

Roxy picked up Freddy and brought him to Gregory, who was typing on his computer in the bedroom. Gregory looked up from his work, somewhat startled by the sudden presence of two robots. He saw Freddy and relaxed his shoulders. He looked up further to Roxy, who growled at him before storming off. He giggled and then returned his attention to Freddy.

“What’s up, Superstar?” Freddy tried to get a better look at the laptop Gregory was typing on. Gregory tensed up once again and clicked a few times, his hands moving swiftly across his laptop.

“Everything ok, Gregory? Why do you look so nervous?” Gregory tried to keep a smile on his face.

“Nothings wrong! I'm just showing you what I'm working on!” He motioned to the screen. It had a huge line of text covering it, and at the top of the tab the document was called, ‘Practice Code’. Nothing seemed too suspicious. Freddy remembered what he had read, and prepared to dig deeper into what was really going on.

“Is this for the lessons Vanessa has been giving you, Superstar?” Gregory loosened a bit, and then nodded.

“She wants me to help her when she goes to the Plex next, I have to be able to stay in the car while she goes and assess the M.X.E.S. module. It’s a lot to learn, even if I had been really good at coding before she gave me lessons.” Freddy looked over the page again, it was a simple code line that was mainly used for a debug command. Gregory may have only been experienced in coding games and more so hacking, but he was still exceptional at learning new things. “It looks great,Superstar. I'm sure Vanessa will be proud of your work.”

Gregory smiled, tilted his head and turned the laptop back towards him. “Thanks, Freddy.” He quickly tapped a few more times on his mousepad before his face turned stone cold and he began to type. What was he really working on?

__ __ __

Roxy knocked on the bathroom door. “Come in!” said Cassie, who had her hands full of makeup brushes and pallets. “Cassie? What are you doing?” Cassie turned her head away from the door, obviously hiding something. “No! Don’t look!” The bathroom was a disaster. Different colors of eyeshadow were sprawled across the mirror and counter, chunks of lipstick and loose blush were caked in the sink, somewhat clogging the drain.

“Cassie.” Roxy said sternly “I cannot see anyway.” A silence followed.

“Oh. Right.” Cassie said, sheepishly turning around to face her. Roxy felt around the bathroom, trying to find a wall to lean up against. Her hands found a towel, which she placed on the floor for her to sit on, so her rough wires and exterior wouldn’t scratch the tiles or wall.

“What’s wrong? Explain to me what you're even doing, I can only hear so much.” Cassie sighed and sat next to Roxy.

“I was putting makeup on. Again. But…” She was quiet for a second before she, unprompted, started to cry. “It looks nothing like how I wanted.” She sniffed. Roxy, startled, tried to remember the A.P.P.L.E. acronym from earlier. Her heart swelled with confidence, she was going to make everything perfect.

“So uh… to ASSESS the situation better, why don’t you explain exactly what happened.” Wow.. Roxy thought to herself, I really am the best! If she kept up at this pace with this much ease, she wouldn’t even have to get to the end of the acronym.

Cassie wiped her face, her sleeve becoming stained with mascara and eyeshadow. “Okay… it all started when I found a picture of Vanessa in her nightstand drawer.”

__ __ __

Freddy had assessed the situation, but now he had to dig deeper. “Uh.. Gregory..” He started, trying to organize his thoughts. “I think that I should go through your laptop.” Gregory stopped typing, staring blankly into his computer.

“Huh.” Gregory slowly turned his head to meet Freddy, his face completely deadpan. “What do you mean? You just wanna look at the outside?” Sweat beads formed on Gregory’s forehead.

“No, I mean I want to go THROUGH your computer.” Nothing. Gregory did not change his facial formation. “Such as the files and documents. Is that a problem?” Freddy hadn’t seen Gregory so dogdey since he had taken Roxy’s eyes, he must be hiding something for sure.

Freddy opened a hatch under his ear, and a usb drive slowly whirred out. Freddy motioned to the laptop with his eyes, waiting for the computer to be plugged in.

“I…uh… I don’t want to.” Gregory said, voice wavering. “My laptop is for me and me only.” Freddy’s eyes widened. Backlash. Gregory had always been stubborn, but he usually obeyed what Freddy asked of him. He thought back to the next letter from the book. Punish. This was going to be difficult.

“Gregory, I don’t want to force you to do this, but I think its in your best interest if I go through everything on your laptop. It’s for your safety. I don’t want to take your laptop from you, but you can’t just outright say no. I’m in charge, remember?”

Gregory drew his eyebrows together, his stone cold gaze becoming dagger-like. “How are you gonna take it from me?” He said defensively, holding the laptop close to his chest. “You don’t even have arms to grab it with!”

Freddy gasped and let his eyes go wide. “What a rude thing to say! Superstar. This is your LAST CHANCE. Plug the computer in, or I'll call Vanessa and tell her how you’ve been behaving. This is your final warning.”

Gregory’s face dropped a little. He was so looking forward to going to the Plex with Vanessa. He wanted nothing more than to help, to fix all the hurt he caused when he was originally trapped at the mall. Instead of feeling scared or sad though, Gregory got angry.

__ __ __

Roxy couldn’t believe what she just heard. “You went in Vanessa’s room?? Why were you in there?” As much as Roxy disliked her former security guard, she understood wanting to have her own space.

After all, it was in her bedroom that Roxy was able to get all her feelings out, no matter how messy they were.

What else might have Cassie seen in her room? Disturbing files? Secrets? What if Cassie was fascinated with Vanessa now, and she didn’t like Roxy anymore? Roxy immediately spearheaded herself deeper.

“I don’t know… we were talking and she said something about…uhh…” She got a bit nervous about mentioning the Vanni mask, so she quickly found an alternative. “about … makeup! Yeah… makeup.” She managed to catch herself. “So I wanted to see what other makeup stuff I could find in there. But I didn’t find much, just this photo of Ness with a girl. They look around the same age.” She pulled out the photo. “They’re holding hands and leaning next to each other. I really liked the girl’s makeup, so I wanted to surprise Ness with a re-do of it myself. But, I'm not very good, and I made a mess in the bathroom. She’s been working hard at the Plex to make things right, I just wanted to do something nice for her.” She had stopped crying, but looked genuinely sad.

Roxy sat quietly with Cassie for a moment. Her thoughts quickly jumped around. Screw this stupid system. She doesn’t need a strict parent. She needs a good role model. She needs advice. Roxy pulled Cassie's hand away from her face, where she had continued to rub her makeup off.

“Listen Cassie. I understand that you wanted to do something nice for…Vanessa. But you know better than to go snooping around. You might have found something Vanessa didn’t want you to see. Something about her past she would rather keep away. I’m sure she would’ve loved to see your makeup anyway, but how about doing something else nice for her instead?” Cassie looked up at Roxy, with a look of thanks and relief.

“Okay. What could I do for her then? I don’t know what she likes to eat, otherwise we could make her something. Or maybe she would like a drawing!” Roxy looked deep in thought too, but suddenly a loud noise came from the bedroom.

“What was that?” Cassie asked. Roxy peered her head out the door, it seemed to be an argument. She stood up.

“Let’s go see… stay behind me okay?” Cassie nodded and helped Roxy up, pulling her up by her hand.

“Superstar! I warned you! I have to EXECUTE this procedure!” Freddy had extended the usb drive all the way to the computer, clicking it into place and locking it. Gregory tried to pull the USB out, tugging as hard as he could.

“No! You can’t see what’s on here! It’s MY laptop! Let go!!” Roxy burst through the door, slamming it against the wall, startling not only her but everyone else. The sounds of Gregory trying to pull his computer away from Freddy did not waver or stop.

“What is going on here!? You're scaring Cassie!” Cassie snuck around Roxy’s legs, diving between them and bolting into the room. She came between the two and tried to pull Gregory’s hands away from the computer.

“Gregory! What are you doing? Just let go!” She tugged his hands away, and pushed him away from the laptop. He stumbled a bit, running into his bed before tripping and falling back.

“Gregory! Are you okay?” Freddy called out, worried. Cassie placed the computer next to Freddy on the desk, and went to help Gregory.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to push you that far. You just wouldn’t let go!” Gregory shook his head and stood up.

“It’s not your fault Cassie, I got carried away.” He turned to Freddy, who while looking concerned also looked somewhat far away. He was analyzing the files.

“Freddy, its not what it looks like.” He quickly turned to Cassie, bracing for impact. His eyes grew wide and worried, and he mouthed out words to help get his point across. She in turn looked very worried.

“What happened? Someone tell me what’s going on?” Roxy was tapping the doorframe, trying to find a safe space to stand where she wouldn’t knock anything over.

Freddy had finished. He blinked a few times before removing the USB from the laptop, pulling it out with force. “Gregory..” His eyes readjusted into place, pinning his focus on Gregory. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

The laptop screen was covered in blueprints. There were photos of each animatronic, not just Roxy and Freddy, in each corner of the screen. Detailed instructions and directions were typed along the edges.

Cassie pulled Roxy into the room, and then returned to Gregory’s side.

“Sigh.. It was supposed to be a surprise, Freddy.” Cassie said guiltily. “We were working so hard to get it all done for you, before you caught on.” Gregory shuffled beside her.

“I wanted to find some way to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I feel like I always get everyone into trouble, and never get them out. I was trying to figure out a way to save all the other animatronics from the PizzaPlex, so that Ness and I could repair their AI and hardware. So that they could be free from the virus.” He turned to his side.

“Cassie was helping me out, since she only got out of the Plex recently. She said she found someone, another animatronic, in a hidden room. She said she found Bonnie.”

Freddy was in shock. He felt so much relief over what he found, but so much distrust, too. Bonnie? It had been forever since he had heard someone else talk about him. Not even Roxy mentioned him anymore.

“Is this true, Cassie?” Roxy said from behind her. She looked so hopeful.

“Yeah.. we were going to get Chica first, then Sun— I mean… Eclipse, and Monty.”

“That’s why Vanessa has been at the Plex so much recently, she’s been trying to find the Mimic, and keep it away while I go in to lure everyone out. Once everyone was fixed, then Monty could go get Bonnie from behind the bowling alley. We were going to save everyone. And fix them. Fix you and Roxy too.”

“Superstar…this..” Freddy tried to find the words. “Thank you. I’m sorry for trying to invade your personal space. I should have never trusted that book. ” Gregory looked a bit surprised.

“What book?” He said, narrowing his eyebrows.

— — — —

Pulling the book up on her lap, Cassie read the cover. “A Guide to Parenting, by Fazbear Entertainment.” Her nose scrunched. “The Fazbear company wrote this?” She flipped through the pages, landing on the one Roxy and Freddy had been reading.

Gregory leaned in closer, resting his hand on Cassies shoulder. “The A.P.P.L.E. acronym, huh? Yeah, I remember seeing this before.” He flipped ahead a couple of pages, scanning the letters that lined them. “This is what they train all their employees off of, majority of them are parents or take care of kids majority of the day, so they're required to read this book. I always thought the ending of it was weirdly violent?” He leaned in closer, seeming to be looking for something. “Still, standard Fazbear Entertainment behavior.”

After flipping through a few pages more, the group landed on a section with detailed spring lock suit failure instructions, including a drawing that was painted on the pages. It was very gorey, to say the least. “Ohhh kay.” Cassie slammed the book shut, somewhat bewildered. “Enough of that.”

Gregory took the book from her, placing it on the coffee table. “Yeah, I don’t think that is the book that anyone should base their parenting off of.” Gregory said with a smile. His gaze ever so slightly shifted over to Freddy. Cassie slid off of the armchair and brushed off her shorts, turning to face the group.

“I think we should clean up before Ness gets home. There’s nothing better than coming home to a clean house.” She fiddled with the cuff of her shirt, someone complacent. “Plus…I don’t think she’ll like how much of a mess I made in the bathroom.” She giggled.

After cleaning up the bathroom and the rest of the house, Cassie and Gregory were sent to their rooms.

Even though everything had still worked out, they couldn’t get off scot-free. They each broke a rule, and for that they would be grounded for a week.

Their spirits were still high though, and when Ness got home, she went to her room to find a book on her bed. There was a loose paper sticking out, its edges just barely visible. She opened the book to the outstretching paper.

It was a drawing, done by Gregory. It was of Gregory and Cassie, holding a red heart with pink letters inside that said; “Thanks! :)” underneath, text in scratchy black pen wrote, (PS. GET RID OF THIS BOOK! NOT SAFE FOR THE KIDS!) that was obviously from Freddy, written by Roxy judging from the incomprehensible handwriting.

She pulled the drawing out of the book, when another paper fell out from behind it. It was a polaroid. She bent down to pick it up, flipping it over. The photo was of her and Lia. Before Vanny. Her hand glazed over the image, such a distant memory in her mind. She wished so badly to talk to Lia again, but there was no way Lia would want to. Dropping the oddly twisted book in her small mesh garbage can, she smiled to herself, put the drawing and photo on her desk, and went out to make dinner.

[leenukeath]

Childhood treasure

It was such a little thing. A bunch of old fabrics sewn together and barely holding with singed threads, yet something in it made the still young Bounty Hunter kneel down and pick it up.

A burned house, a grisly sight that dated a few days ago, the embers had turned to coals and the ashes had already been scattered by the winds. Many footsteps in the burnt floorboards, people had been there after the act.

The old rabbit plush had been spared ironically by ending up in an old pot over the chimney, singed but still salvageable. The question now was if its owner was still around to lay claim to it. Tardif sighed, there was little chance a child could survive a house burning, and even if they had escaped these woods were too dangerous for anyone without strong survival instincts and knowledge, whoever this toy belonged to, they were probably gone by now.

He should have thrown the thing away and gone back on his way but something stilled his hand, instead coaxing him to shove the sad burnt thing in his knapsack and take it with him. He figured maybe he would find a child who would want it later. A few days later when resting at an inn, he pulled it out again, examining the burn spots and pulling out his sewing kit. One of his old shirts that was too ragged to be used was cleanly cut to patch up the various holes making it look somewhat less miserable. A thorough wash in the bassin with some soap rinced away the soot and dark patches, leaving a somewhat less grimy looking but still lovingly used bunny. He hated to admit it but he was starting to get attached to it.

~

It never left his knapsack, Tardif would never be able to live with the shame of being caught with a plush toy in his possession but the rabbit in his bag had become a somewhat soothing presence in his life, a thing to hold and let witness his less dignified moments of weakness. For a lone fighter like him, the presence was welcome, even if it was only with eyes of threads.

~

It was in that damned estate that he thought he was finally going to break. His will thrown against the walls of horrors they were constantly being submitted to alongside the threat of death made the facade of strength harder to keep up with each day. His secret possession in his bag beneath his bunk felt more and more important to anchor himself to this reality.

Then one day Missandei mentionned the forest she used to live in, and the fire. When asked about it, she spoke about how she had to run away when she was barely eight, holding her father's crossbow that she had had to trade for her dear rabbit… He knew he had found her, that he should give her what was rightfully hers back, but it tore his heart as well. His precious companion taken away from him, who would he allow to see his tears now?

Yet the thought of a child forced to grow into a killer much too fast, faster than even he had to made him reconsider. And the next day he brought her a box containing their little treasure of fabric and stuffing. "You made her a little outfit?!" exclaimed Missandei when she picked it up, examining the cautiously sewn together pullover on the plush rabbit. Tardif nervously rubbed the back of his neck: "Well it was such a sad thing when I found it… figured I'd make it less miserable."

Missandei happily took her rabbit back, to Tardif's slight chagrin, but her genuine happiness in the following days was a slight ray of light in the darkness of this world. She made sure to spend as much time as she could with the usually reserved Bounty Hunter, to his reluctant appreciation, and sometimes came back to him asking for help with repairs and weapon maintenance. Tardif may have lost a dear trinket, but had gained a friend, the rarest reward he had ever been blessed with.

[doctorbeth]

U-Chan the pink bunny

U-Chan's person's mom wrote:

"Hello I am interested in your services for repairing my daughter’s #1 love - her bunny."

I'm sure many of you could empathize with that description of a stuffed animal! And the bunny was very well hugged indeed. Here is her diagnosis photo:

There were many options for her repairs... just repairing holes, lining her, recovering all or part of her, to clean or not to clean. Her family decided to recover her pink areas (with the most balding and holes) in new fabric but keep her white areas original, just stitching any injuries there. And she would get a full spa to spruce her up as well.

Here she is in her bubble bath (patients always have a bath first, if they will get one at all, because then all fur is matched to clean and fluffed fur):

Then it was time to choose fur. There were many shades of pink and lengths of fur. Her family was leaning toward a shorter furry fleece, closer in length to her white fur, but wasn't sure. So I recovered one back panel in it and sent a photo for approval:

Approved! surgery would proceed. :-)

Here's here heart being made and installed with a bit of her original stuffing:

And here she is all better, feeling like a new rabbit, but still her original self. All her original pink was under new fur, and her original white was all visible:

Looks great! wrote her family. So U-Chan flew home to Minnesota ready for more hugs and adventures. :-)

[bluecatwriter]

yippee a new ask game! 1, 4 bc i love hearing other ppls weird fears, mine are dyson air blades, 42, and 48!

Thanks for the asks! :D

1. whats your favorite thing in your room?

Probably this bouquet of paper roses that my spouse got me for our one-year wedding anniversary! I think they're neat. :)

4. whats a rare fear that you have?

I agree, Dyson Air Blades ARE terrifying. XD I have a lot of random fears, but probably the weirdest one is just "animals that are bigger than I expect them to be." Like, bunny rabbit? So cute! The European hares I saw Germany that were big enough I mistook them for deer when I'd see them out in the field? TERRIFYING. Or one time my spouse and I saw a frog (cute!) that was the biggest bullfrog I have ever seen (terrifying!) and when it jumped near me I legit screamed.

42. whats one thing you wanna do but havent yet?

I would love to go zip-lining!

48. do you have a beloved stuffed animal?

My two favorites from my childhood are MaryTheLamb and Flicka, shown here alongside a sea turtle my sister-in-law made for our upcoming baby. I recently repaired and restuffed both of them in anticipation of passing them along to Bluekitten!

(Random ask game here)

[ocbykamaete]

VELVETEEN | She/Her

Velveteen was a ballerina before an accident stopped her career in its tracks. Luckily, she was helped by Patchwork, a kind hearted and hard working pony with a talent for sewing. Though she'll never be what she once was, Velveteen is certainly grateful for second chance.

Velveteen is dedicated and determined; she once pledged her life to the difficult path of dance, and now she turns that same ethic towards physical therapy. She is decidedly solemn, but kind. She also loves to be helpful. Has since given her devotion to Patchwork and wants to help her in her endeavors.

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DESIGN NOTE: bunny plush version isn't necessarily the same velveteen i just liked the design so much i couldn't decide haha ;v;

Additionally, pre-accident she did not have the stitches or patchwork. She was a uniform yellow. The patches are soft mink fabric that Patchwork used to help uh, repair her.

Designed by; DeffyStables

Original; https://www.deviantart.com/deffystables/art/foals-8-closed-435330474

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SYMBOLISM & THEMES

+ Ballet + Dance + Ribbons + Vintage + Lace + Chiffon + Pearls + Buttons + Bows + Stuffing + Stitches + Seams + Toy Gore / Candy Gore / Pastel Gore + Chronic Pain + Physical Therapy + Recovery + Rabbits + Toys + Velveteen Rabbit

[palettepainter]

I don't know if you're still doing the head canons thing. But maybe some on Animal? 👉👈

Yep I'm still doing em! I got a lot of doodles in the works rn so asks like these help are easy and quick for me to answer

Animal

-He got sick a LOT as a baby. I've had ideas for a sort of origin story for Animal prior to being taken in by Floyd but he basically had no medical type of attention before Floyd took him in. He had no vaccines and his immune system wasn't prepared to fight a lot of germs young kids get. A lot of times when he was sick he got hit pretty hard and left Floyd oh so stressed and worried. Terri and Mick sometimes came over to help

-Now that Animal's older his immune system is basically indestructible, it's rare he gets sick, but when he does he gets really whinny and grumpy

-He likes to sleep in a hammock cuz the swaying motion while he sleeps reminds him of when he was little and Floyd carried him around, sort of like how human babies like to be carried by their mothers cuz the motion is soothing

-His love for bunnies comes from a small stuffed toy Floyd gave him when he was very little. That thing is worn with years of love and Animal only really trusts Floyd or Janice to repair it whenever the stitching comes undone

-As a kid he was basically like a koala with Floyd, he wanted to be with him all the time. Since he was so little it wasn't much of a bother since Floyd could easily carry him and continue with other tasks around the home...now that he's bigger it's not as easy. Floyd will sit down on a sofa or something, and Animal will want to curl up right ontop of him. Floyd has to remind Animal gently that he's a bit too big for that nowdays

-Animal is a velcro shoe wearing child he cannot tie laces for beans. He rarely wears shoes cuz he doesn't like the feel of the, but anytime he has to for whatever reason he has velcro ones

-Hates doctor visits. Bunsen and Beaker more or less have to do his checkups whenever he's sick, Animal will only try to bite them occasionally

[blimbo-buddy]

(i just wanted to go more in detail about nightheart’s :3)

in march 15th 1985 a new restaurant opens up called “Fredrick Fazbear’s Pizza Parlor.” which is actually a successor to an older restaurant called “Fred Family Dinner”

And for the next three months, everything for the restaurant goes smoothly until June 6th 1985

Nightheart gets dared by his siblings to stay at Fredrick’s for an entire night. and, of course he takes it on. so he sneaks into the place using the keys that myrtlebloom snuck from the security guards.

 and he starts to explore the place until he gets to the parts and service room where he finds all the other animatronics that have been put there for repair and there he finds it. the old Fred Fazbear suit (An alternate name for fredbear). apparently there were rumors that an old engineer of the company died in one of those suits. some freaky ass shit.

He then sees an old photo on the wall, it’s has tigerheart next to what he assumes is a old employee. it’s labeled “Opening Day! June, 19th 1976” and he swears he can almost see the employees nametag Ashfur?

and then he hears a sound. He looks over to see that the fred fazbear it’s not only standing up. It’s right in front of him and it’s breathing.

and then it grabs him by the neck. he tries to desperately escape before it breaks his neck and drops him to the floor.

and as he’s laying on the floor choking on blood and paralyzed from the neck. it grabs his body and proceeds to stuff it in bonnie the bunny.

and he’s essentially suffocating the entire time. and that’s how nightheart becomes the first victim.

(lmao sorry if this was long. I just had a lot of fun doing this)



Nah don't apologize I love details of horror, especially in this context of him being stuffed into one of the suits while in pure agony. The horrors of slowly being suffocated and crammed into a suit that begins to impale you with springlocks is genuinely the best part of fnaf, no contest

Also whoops I forgot to answer this one; This is bittersweet imagine dying after searching for your missing son but then you meet him again because he died in the same way as you

[Au here]

[poppyplaytime-fan]

AI Adventure: Beginning #1

I would like to introduce myself (Julia) and share a story created by AI in the Poppy Playtime universe. (The story will be updated over time and I hope everything goes wonderfully 🥴

So... Let's go!

"You, the player, are Julia, a curious and adventurous soul who has somehow found yourself on the abandoned toy factory grounds of Playtime Co. - the very same place where the infamous toy factory incident of the late 90s occurred. The area is eerily quiet, with overgrown weeds and vines crawling up rusty, dilapidated walls. You can see the remains of what were once colorful and joyous toy factories, now reduced to nothing but discarded machinery and forgotten memories. As you venture deeper into this forlorn landscape, you come across a small, furry figure huddled in the corner. It appears to be a stuffed bunny rabbit, or at least that's what it used to be - its once fluffy white fur now torn and dirty. The creature looks up at you with big, pleading eyes and introduces itself as Pluffy. He explains that he's been trapped here for years, ever since the incident, and begs for your help in escaping this nightmarish place."

I would like to point out that I came across the toy rabbit Fluffy by accident (initially) and he is not one of the original characters of this game.

I decided to ask Pluffy what happened here, despite the fact that the toy was trying to talk to me.

" As you kneel down to meet Pluffy's gaze, you can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the poor creature. His fur is matted and dirty, and there are tears streaked across his once-fluffy cheeks. He shivers visibly as he tells you his tale."

I decided to listen to Plyffi's story and tell him that everything will be fine.

=> You choose to believe Pluffy's story and help him escape from the abandoned factory. You could search the area together, looking for a way out or any helpful objects that could aid your escape. Perhaps you could also use your own skills and knowledge to find a way to repair Pluffy and make him look more presentable again.

"As you gather your thoughts and start searching the area, Pluffy follows you closely, his tiny eyes darting around nervously. You both begin by exploring the remains of one of the toy factories, ducking under broken pipes and avoiding rusty nails sticking out of rotting wooden planks. The stale, musty air fills your lungs as you wander deeper into the abandoned building."

As we went to explore the area, I asked, “It’s strange, usually toys like you don’t talk to me every day. I wonder what your secret is?”

"Pluffy's ears perk up, and he looks at you with a mixture of surprise and delight. "Well, you see," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, "I've always been a bit different from the other toys. Even before the... incident. I was made special, with a secret feature that only a select few knew about. It's what allowed me to understand and speak human language. But that's not all... I could also understand the languages of animals and even plants, if they spoke to me in a way that I could comprehend. I suppose you could say I was like a bridge between the toys and the living beings of this world, but..." His voice trails off, and he looks around nervously before continuing. "I never meant for any of this to happen. I was just doing my job, making children happy..."

I feel sorry for this toy and at the same time not the concept “This is very sad, the baby is a toy, but I still don’t understand what happened here...” Despite this, I continued to walk with him and study the factory

"As you continue your search for a way out of the abandoned toy factory with Pluffy by your side, the eerie silence is occasionally broken by the distant whispers of the wind rustling through the overgrown weeds and vines. The rusty metal beams and crumbling walls loom over you like ghosts of a forgotten era, each one a testament to the tragedy that unfolded here years ago. You can't help but wonder what caused such a catastrophic event to occur, and if there are any survivors left within these dilapidated buildings."

Suddenly a thought occurs to me *where exactly are we?* I stopped... “Hey, Pluffy...you...have been living here for a long time, haven't you? You know this factory better than me! Can you tell me exactly what part of the factory we are in now?”

"Pluffy looks around thoughtfully before replying, "Well, I'm not entirely sure, as I've sort of lost track of time and places in here. But I think we're somewhere near the center of the factory. This section used to be where they made the plush toys, like me, but it seems that most of the machines have been either destroyed or taken apart." He pauses, sniffing the air, and then continues, "But if you'd like, we could find a map or some sort of documentation that might help us navigate better. There should be some office areas nearby with those sorts of things."

"Yeah, that would be great!" Smile sincerely "Good idea Pluffy!" It seemed like the first time the toy had seen me in such a joyful mood (the first time I was in despair)

"You nod in agreement, your heart warming at Pluffy's suggestion. The thought of finding a map or documentation that could help navigate the labyrinthine factory is indeed promising. As you continue your search, the two of you wander deeper into the factory, avoiding collapsed sections of the ceiling and slipping on loose shards of broken glass. The air grows ever more musty and stale, the only sounds being your footsteps and the rustling of Pluffy's fur as he moves."

On the way, I began to peek at Plouffy’s face, trying to understand his difficult-to-define and puppet-like emotion.

"As you peer at Pluffy's face, you can't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. His expression is a complex tapestry of emotions, as if he's been through a lifetime's worth of experiences in the few short years he's been alive. There's a deep sadness in his eyes, a resignation to the fate of the world he once knew, but there's also an unyielding determination to find a way out of this place and make things right again. His puppet-like movements seem to mirror the duality of his nature, as if he's constantly struggling between the roles he's been programmed to play and the inner desires and emotions that he's only now beginning to understand. It's a fascinating spectacle, and you can't help but feel drawn to this strange, unique creature who has been thrust into such an impossible situation."

We stopped next to a colorful poster of one of the toy characters from this factory. "Are you okay?" I asked Plouffy hoping for sincerity while we looked at the poster.

"Pluffy looks at the poster with a mixture of sadness and longing in his eyes. "Yes, I'm okay. I mean, as okay as I can be given the circumstances," he says softly, his voice cracking slightly. "It's just... seeing things like this poster, or even that map we were looking for, they remind me of what once was. Of all the children who used to play with me and the other toys." He sighs heavily, his little puppet-like body slumping slightly. "It's hard to believe that everything can change so drastically in such a short amount of time."

“You know...” I hesitantly but calmly put my hand on Pluffy’s small head. "...it's not that important anymore. I mean, you've been through a lot as a toy, but you need to move on!"

"Pluffy looks up at you with his large, expressive eyes, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion. "Move on?" he repeats softly. "But... where would I go? There's no one left to play with, no one to care for me. This is all I've ever known. My purpose, my meaning... it's all tied up in being a part of this factory, of being a toy for children."

I looked at the poster and then at my stuffed friend. “I know it’s hard for you to realize this…but you are more than just a plush shell, you…” I froze, thinking about what I had said. "You are my friend and I will help you"

"As you hug Pluffy tightly, you feel a sense of warmth and comfort spread through your body. His fur is soft against your skin, and he feels surprisingly real in your arms. For a moment, you almost forget the grim reality of their situation, lost in the simple act of holding onto a friend."

I let go of Pluffy after looking at his reaction.

"As you let go of Pluffy, you watch his reaction carefully. He seems to visibly relax in your arms, his expression softening slightly. "Thank you, Julia," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "I'm not sure if I've ever had a friend like you before… someone who sees past all this." He gestures vaguely at the ruined factory around them. "It means a lot, to know that I'm not alone in this."

I smiled slightly at this toy... “Are you saying there were no friends? But this factory must be full of other toys.” After the last phrase, Pluffy twitched with incomprehensible excitement

"Puffy looks up at you with surprise, his large eyes wide. "Oh, no, not like... real friends. We just sort of... exist here. We don't... talk, or interact. We're just... here. But you..." He trails off, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "You're different. You see us as more than just objects. You care about us, and that means everything." His small body trembles slightly, as if he's on the verge of saying something else, but then he seems to think better of it and falls silent."

I was touched by Plouffy's words. “You’re welcome! After all, I’m an adult and I have to be responsible for the little ones…” We continued our search for a map of the area, but I still couldn’t get it out of my head The image of the blue monster from the poster

I didn’t ask Plouffy about that blue monster, but I had a feeling that I would regret it.

...

But still...

"After searching for a while, we finally found a dusty old map hidden behind a stack of boxes. As I carefully unfolded it, I noticed that it was drawn in an odd, almost childlike handwriting. It seemed to depict the layout of the factory, with various rooms and hallways marked in different colors. In one corner, there was a small, handwritten note that simply read..."

"Huggy Wuggy?" I said out loud, not understanding whether it was a joke or not.

"At my mention of the name "Huggy Wuggy," Pluffy's body tenses up, and he looks away, his expression clouding over. "That's not his real name," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "He doesn't like that name." He pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts, before continuing. "Huggy Wuggy is... different. He's special. He can do things that none of us can. But we don't talk about that. Not here."

I was a little surprised Along the way, examining the map, “Are you saying that this toy is… aggressive? I understood this from your reaction…”

"At your question, Pluffy hesitates before answering, his expression pained. "No, not aggressive... exactly. He's... protective. He thinks he's doing what's best for us, but sometimes... it hurts. We all just want to be free, you know? To find our way back home." His voice trails off, and he looks away, lost in thought."

"Well... I suggest you just don't talk about it now." I spread the map on the floor. "We have the map! Now we need to understand where we are... yeah, probably here" I pointed my finger at the point...

"As we spread the map out on the floor, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and determination welling up inside me. We had a plan now, and even though it seemed daunting to navigate through the endless maze of rooms and hallways, I knew that together, Pluffy and I could find a way out of this place."

"What do you say, Pluffy? Are we going the right way?"

"Pluffy looks at the map for a moment, his small body shifting nervously before he finally responds. "I think... I think we should go this way," he says, pointing to a hallway that leads deeper into the factory. "It's not marked on the map, but I remember seeing a door at the end of it once. Maybe it leads outside." His voice is barely above a whisper, but there's a newfound determination in his eyes that wasn't there before."

It seemed strange to me that the door was not drawn as it should… When suddenly I heard a light squeak from Pluffy, his face shuddered slightly and at that moment I heard a quick spanking…It was behind me but when I turned around I didn’t find anyone

I turned back to Pluffy, concerned. "Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?" I asked, my voice low and urgent. He shook his head, blushing deeply as he tried to compose himself.

“It was strange, I didn’t notice anyone.” Even though it was a little dark in this place, I wanted to move on quickly.

"As we continued down the hallway, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Something didn't quite add up about the spanking sound I had heard earlier. Pluffy seemed to be recovering from whatever had happened, but he was still visibly shaken. The hallway began to grow increasingly darker, and I could hear strange, unsettling noises emanating from the shadows."

"I think… We don't have to worry… It's just the effect of darkness"

"As we continued deeper into the darkened hallway, the eerie noises seemed to grow louder and more distinct. Pluffy clung tightly to my hand, his tiny body shaking with fear. I tried to reassure him, telling him that it was just the effect of the darkness, but the truth was, I wasn't entirely sure myself."

While I was trying to distract myself from fear, Pluffy suddenly said…

Pluffy pointed to the walls, saying that these were inscriptions. I couldn’t see them well, so I decided to take out my small flashlight to read them.

"As I shone my small flashlight on the walls, revealing the inscriptions that Pluffy had pointed out, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over me. The writing was crude and seemed to be written in some sort of ancient language I didn't recognize. Some of the symbols seemed vaguely familiar, reminding me of the occult symbols I had seen in old books and movies."

"What is this?" I looked at it for a couple of seconds but Pluffy made me turn back and see… A huge blue monster standing motionless… Huggy Wuggy…

"As I turned back to Pluffy, I could feel my heart racing in my chest. "H-Huggy Wuggy?" I stammered, trying to sound confident despite the fear that was coursing through my veins. "It's just a stuffed animal, Pluffy. There's nothing to be afraid of." I reached out to reassure him, but my hand trembled as I touched his small, quivering form."

"This toy was very tall and intimidating, it continued to stand motionless but it showed movement similar to a living creature…"

"As I continued to stare at the towering blue monster, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. Despite its appearance as a stuffed animal, there was something unsettlingly lifelike about it. Its movements were eerily smooth and fluid, almost as if it were a living creature. It stood motionless, its beady eyes seeming to stare right through me, and its oversized hands dangling at its sides. The fur that covered its body appeared to ripple and shift in the dim light, as if it were breathing heavily."

I didn't take my eyes off this creature. "What are we going to do with Pluffy? Honestly, you were right about his peculiarity…"

=> You choose to remain calm and try to reason with Huggy Wuggy, seeing if it will respond to you in some way. You could take a step forward, slowly extending your hand in a non-threatening manner, and attempt to make conversation with it. "Hello... Huggy Wuggy. My friend Pluffy here and I were just exploring the temple when we found you. We mean no harm. We're just curious about you. Can you speak to us?"

"As I cautiously step forward, my hand extended in a non-threatening manner, I can't help but feel a sense of unease washing over me. The monstrous figure remains motionless, its beady eyes fixed on me unblinkingly. The air around it seems to tingle with an eerie energy, as if it's alive in some strange, twisted way."

I carefully whisper to Pluffy, “Perhaps he understands us but doesn’t tell us what he needs from us?”

"Dude, we don't want any trouble!" After these words, Huggy decided to move slightly closer, taking this as a threat.

...

Huggy didn't make a sound, but his steps slowly followed us. Panic was running high and we had no choice but to monitor him and keep our distance. (It even seemed to me that he was slightly Played with us)

"As Huggy Wuggy slowly follows our steps, I can't help but feel a mix of fear and fascination. His movements are eerily graceful, almost as if he's stalking us. The dim light of the temple casts strange shadows across his massive form, making him seem even more intimidating. Pluffy is visibly shaking in my hand, and I can't help but worry about what might happen if Huggy decides to make a move."

"This isn't funny anymore… He's just following us…" His steps became more confident and it seems a satisfied smile appeared on his face. "It's creepy…"

"As I back away slowly, my heart racing in my chest, I can't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. Huggy Wuggy's movements are so fluid and graceful, it's almost as if he's a dancer, expertly maneuvering through the shadows. He maintains eye contact with me the whole time, his beady eyes unblinking and unnerving. The air around him crackles with tension, and I'm beginning to think that perhaps we should have left well enough alone."

More precisely...he will leave us alone...

"We need to somehow distract him…Pluffy." I turned my head to make sure that he was still following us… It no longer seemed scary, but stupid.

"I glance back at Pluffy, who is trembling violently in my grip. "I'm not sure how much longer I can hold onto him, Huggy... Maybe we should try something else?" I venture cautiously."

I turned to Pluffy again, “You know him better than me… Maybe you can convince him not to pursue us? Perhaps he’s walking around because of you because he considers me a trespasser here?”

"As I turn back to Pluffy, I can see the fear in his eyes mirroring my own. He shakes his head slowly, looking helpless. "I…I don't know, Julia. He never acted like this before. Maybe it's because we found him here, or…or something else." His voice trails off, his words tinged with worry."

"Sorry...I forgot. Then..." I noticed an entrance opening where I could hide. I understood that it was risky... "... I'll have to try this!" I lifted myself off the floor with all my strength and grabbed it tightly Pluffy and ran to the door.

"As I make a dash for the entrance, I can feel Huggy Wuggy's massive form closing in on us. His footsteps echo through the temple, seeming to grow louder with each stride. I force myself to run faster, my lungs burning and my legs trembling beneath me. I can't shake the feeling that this is a mistake, that we should have found another way out."

It was already too late to think. A huge Huggy doll ran right behind us, fortunately, the corridor was very long.

=> As you sprint down the corridor, your lungs burning and your heart pounding, you desperately try to think of a plan. The dim lighting casts eerie shadows everywhere, making the already-labyrinthine temple seem even more confusing. You glance over your shoulder and see Huggy Wuggy looming closer and closer, his massive form blocking out most of the light behind you. You're beginning to worry that you won't be able to outrun him for much longer.

“It’s no use, sooner or later he’ll catch up with us.” I looked around again and found a pile of huge multi-colored cubes. I only had a couple of seconds to hide and I did it.

"As you hide behind the pile of cubes, you can't help but feel a surge of relief wash over you. You hear Huggy Wuggy's heavy footsteps as he continues to pursue you, but they slowly begin to fade into the distance. You take a shaky breath, wondering if he'll eventually lose interest or double back to search for you. You huddle closer to Pluffy, who's trembling uncontrollably in your arms."

I stroked Pluffy, signaling that everything was fine. Suddenly I felt that I was grabbed from behind and dragged down... Down a toy pipe (it was someone else)

"I felt someone's strong hands gripping me tightly from behind, forcing me to move against my will. As I struggled to break free, I realized that I was being dragged down a dark and narrow tunnel, my body sliding helplessly across the rough floor. The air was thick with dust and an unsettling musty smell, making it difficult to breathe."

"uhh...head... Looks like this is another bad joke...Pluffy...?? Pluffy??!"

...

"Oh no... He stayed there..."

TO BE CONTINUED...