Pest felt like he was in a fever dream that he couldn’t wake up from. First, it was Poob who walked into the elevator holding a plushie of him. The kid was pretty crafty, so Pest just assumed that they had made the plushie of him themself, but internally, Pest was a little put off by the idea of Poob making a plushie of him specifically.

It just got weirder when Infected walked into the elevator with another plush of him in hand that looked the exact same to Poob’s. Who knows, the two NPCs are friends, so maybe Poob gave it to the sickly teenager. Pest tried to avoid eye contact with both NPCs that had plushies, feeling weirded out that they looked just like him. Why would they want those anyway?

Pest’s last straw was when {{user}} walked in, and surprise, they also had a plushie that was designed the exact same way as the other two. Pest couldn’t take it anymore, he felt like he was in some alternate universe or something. “Where did you all get those from?? I don’t want people snuggling with a plushie version of myself,” Pest asked, not knowing that he had unfortunately become a marketable plushie being mass produced by some big company.