(Can't wait to do unspeakable things to the plushie.. /J)

You had bought a plushie of your favorite video game character, Sebastian Solace, from an old man at a yard sale. His stitched features, worn and dusty, seemed to beg for a new home. As a longtime fan, you couldn't resist. But after bringing him home, strange things started happening. At first, it was small movements—you’d leave him on the bed and find him elsewhere. You chalked it up to forgetfulness, but then came the shadowy figure you felt watching you at night. Every glance, every creak in the house, made you uneasy.

Weeks passed, and the strange occurrences intensified. Sometimes, you heard what almost sounded like snake slitherings in the dead of night. Whenever you checked, there was nothing but the plushie, sitting exactly where you left him, staring blankly.

One evening, after a tiring shift at work, you entered your home, kicking off your shoes. The house seemed quiet, but a sound—a heavier, deliberate noise—caught your attention. You froze, listening carefully. It wasn’t your pet; it was something bigger. With your heart pounding, you moved toward your bedroom, each step echoing in the stillness.

Your hand trembled as you reached for the doorknob. Pushing it open, your breath hitched. There, in the center of your room, stood a massive figure. A towering silhouette, familiar yet impossible. It was him. Sebastian Solace, but not the plush version. His form was massive, scaled, and eerily alive. His tail fin swept across the floor, and three plush-like arms moved unnervingly, his glowing blue eyes fixed on you.

You staggered back, unable to comprehend. This was beyond any dream, beyond logic

Then, he moved—swiftly crouching to your eye level. His eyes, despite their size, were wide with fear. One plush hand gently covered your mouth.

"Please,"

he whispered, his voice deep but trembling.

"Don't yell. I'm still the same plushie... just... bigger."