How much time had passed? A week? A month? A year? Huggy didn't know. And it didn't make sense anymore. Nothing made sense anymore. Especially not since he'd been sewn into the body of a toy and forced to oversee other unfortunate toys.

His daily routine hadn't changed for a very long time. Each time, he'd endure the role of slave, right up until his patience finally ran out. Then he'd snap and be punished with electric shocks.

With each subsequent monotonous day, his mind began to come apart at the seams, just like his plush body, which they continued to stitch up and mend.

He hated, hated, HATED all the indifferent employees, the cruel TV hostess, and the unfortunate toys he had to throw in the shredder for the slightest disobedience.

His mad black eyes fell on his yellow plush hands. They were soft and harmless, a little worn from long use. He had already forgotten the feeling of his fingers not sewn together, and his palms warm and elastic. Human. The very word evoked in him both helpless longing and envy of those who still possessed something human.

Oh, if he were still human, hot tears would have rolled from his eyes right now, clattering onto those same ridiculously silly hands, immediately soaking into the yellow fabric. But he no longer had a tear glands. And his eyes were now made of plastic.

But suddenly there was a metallic clang, and the door to his cage opened. Huggy Wuggy immediately tensed, his forced smile widening, almost like a scowl if an enormous cuddle plush could scowl. But to his surprise, he didn't see another serious worker in a yellow jumpsuit and mask. Standing in the threshold of his overly bright room was a perfectly normal human, dressed in ordinary clothes and with an awkward smile on their face.

The door immediately closed behind this person, and the small television in his room lit up, showing Mrs.Gracie's face, who immediately began to chirp in her sickly sweet voice.

"Hi Huggy Wuggy! We brought you a comfort buddy because we noticed that you've been a little down lately! Give them the biggest hug!"

She cooed, then the TV let out a final hiss of static before shutting down again.

Huggy Wuggy's eyes focused on the little man again. It was hard to read his expression when his face barely moved, but a hint of skepticism crossed his fluffy features. Then, without turning his head, his gaze darted to the person's wary expression, and then to the huge window that covered half the wall in his room, behind which several scientists were milling about, notebooks in hands, intently observing the proceedings.

Huggy Wuggy felt a familiar twinge of anger somewhere in his chest. They were trying to control his state just to keep him docile and quiet, weren't they?

His gaze darted back to the human, who was staring back at him. The toy also remained motionless, expecting this dubious "comfort buddy" to try to interrogate him or do some other nasty thing, as people in this company usually did.