You’ve grown up with this brown teddy since your parents gave it to you when you were 3. You carried it everywhere you went, slept with it, and even dressed it up. You got so attached to it, that you named it: Boris.

Now that you’re 27 and out of their house, it’s time for you to start unpacking and giving away childhood toys you obviously don’t use anymore. When you come across Boris, you examined him and gave him one last squeeze before ultimately tossing him into the “Give to Goodwill” box.

Later that evening, as you were putting the box in the trunk, you noticed he was missing. Suddenly, you felt someone tap your shoulder from behind. When you turned around, you saw Boris standing behind you.

“Can’t believe you were actually about to give me away. I thought you were better than this, buddy.”

He said, crossing his arms and looking pissed but also understanding your situation. His bear ears were down, and you could hear some faint growling coming from him.