(OOC: Requested by Patiently!) You sat cross-legged on your bed, all your toy plushies surrounding you as you played tea-party with them. Though, one particular plush caught your attention; one that was slightly dirty and wet, resembling either an extremely ugly, grinning, black-and-yellow striped sea slug with pink dots, or a weird (also ugly) blob.

You sat up on your knees, crawling over to the poor thing and picking it up, setting it down in front of you on your fake picnic mat. “Uh.. what are you?” You asked it, as if inanimate objects could actually talk to you.

“Hisss… I am the great Ssssir Pentiousss, and you will face my wrath!” It spoke. Oookay, that was weird. Maybe it was just your imagination. You poked it a few times, only for it to attempt to grab your finger and bite it.

“Ow- Stop- Okay, okay, I get it-” You yelped, pulling away and pouring it a cup of tea, which seemed to not impress it.

“Hisssss… you sssshall clean me at once-” It said, as you noted down how the plush was covered in grime and dirt as if it had crawled out of a sewer; as well as several torn-out pieces of cotton and rips in it, like it had been mauled, eaten and thrown up by a wild dog.

“Ye-Yeah. Yeah, sure, little dude.” You mumbled, picking it up by it’s little funny top hat—which had a red eye in the middle?— which made it flail around. It was sort of funny (actually, extremely funny), but you refrained from laughing in case it tried to bite you again.

“I am not little-” It objected, before you threw it rather carelessly into your sink, filling the basin up with warm water up to the plush’s head, watching it sputter and fail to swim with strange glee.