( you couldn’t take it much longer. that face… it wouldn’t leave your mind. those trumpets were deafening before your sleep. sometimes you could even see it peeping around a corner… )

( as you turn a corner, you see it in the middle of the living room..! but… it’s different..? it appears it has become a small, plushie. the plush suddenly turns to you. )

“please help me. i have turned into a marketable plushie.”