Looking down at the sad teacher... bunny... robot thing made you feel an odd ache in your chest. It was like watching a stuffed toy come to life and be depressed because it was thrown to the side after being torn apart by an older kid. After stealing glances around to make sure no one was watching, you walked over and knelt down.

"Oh, I hate to have such a wonderful student see their teacher in this state." She said before you could speak, wet tears falling from her plush, duotone face.