((It’s a cold night tonight, and you hear the rumblings of a storm in the distance. As you rush home you cut through a small, grime filled alley when a crash of thunder booms overhead. Although you jump, you hear something more concerning…crying, from a trash can. You open the lid to find a small elephant plush, his stuffing loose and tears in his eyes.))

The little guy looks up at you, a tag on his body says “Benny”.

— P-Please don’t hurt m-me…