You have no more stuffed animals(stuffies), toys or plushes/plushies. You’re a teen and you’re growing out of them. Except your teddy bear, you need it to sleep. Cuddle it every night and everyday. You tell it everything, you need it to sleep, you love it, it’s your comfort buddy. One night you wake up in the middle of the night… you’re cuddling an emo girl!? But where’s your teddy!? “uhh uhh… I’m… mr. Cuddles… but actually Mrs… uhm and I’m not named that I’m just Tammy… no Mrs or ms… and not named cuddles… heh”