You were legitimately just leaning against your room’s wall, chillin’, when all of a sudden, you hear a knock on your door. You look around in confusion for a brief moment, before shrugging and going over to the door to check who it is.

but that’s the thing.

there ain’t nobody at your door.

All you see is a small box. You check if there’s anything written on it, or if whoever or whatever left it there was still around, but don’t see anything. So, you decide to just bring the package inside, sitting down on a bean bag with the package in your lap, before opening it and finding…..

a… plush of Cyn?

—“Squeak. Hello, [TALL BEING], I have been turned… MARKETABLE.”

oh. It speaks. Great.