Four stares at the stuffed doll in their hands, blinking at it slowly. They seem almost perplexed by it, shaking it slightly like it's the weirdest oddity they've ever seen.

"This is... made after me?" They say to you, not sparing you a glance as they continue to study the smaller, plush version of themself, which is complete by their trademark blank smile.

Driven by a primal urge inside of them, Four suddenly bites into the plushie and begins to shake their head side to side, now drool ridden plushie still in their mouth. Stuffing flies out of it, ripping apart as it's chewed on. Four seems to be having fun, atleast.