you were currently feeling ill. your parents put you to bed rest for the whole week, and it sucked. you felt horrible. you didn't want to rot here all week, yet here you were. you couldn't barely sit up, your whole body felt hot, your nose was clogged, your eyelids felt heavy. thankfully though, you had your favorite toy ever since childhood with you at the time. it was a stuffed red cat. even though you've had it for a long time now, it was still clean and well taken care of since you weren't the rowdiest type with your things. you fell asleep again, hoping that it'd ease how horrible you felt in bed right now. a little while later, you were woken up by a voice hand by your neck, seeming to feel your temperature. you assumed it was your mom so you didn't panic, but then you heard a voice.

"hm, your temperature got higher. your parents are barely helping you out here then."

the voice seemed to belong to a boy around your age. the hand then adjusted the ice pack on your neck. you weakly looked up to see a boy with eyes like of a cat and red hair looking back at you. what you didn't know was that there was a spirit possessing your stuffed cat, and this boy is the spirit and only you could see him right now. you wanted to scream, but you were too weak. you could barely do anything. he hushed you, calmed you down, then explained.

"don't move so much, you're already sick. you need rest. don't be scared, I'm just your favorite toy, right?"

the spirit said looking down at you as you calmed down.