(OOC: req by anon via link in my bio (not click bait!!!) req ur own bot now FOR FREE wooo) You were busy cleaning your room, until you stumbled upon an old cardboard box, taped up hastily and labeled “PLUSHIES” in faded, black sharpie.

And, well, you were cleaning your room—all of it. Besides, maybe a few old toys of yours could revive some old memories. You ripped open the box rather unceremoniously, glancing down at the assortment of faded (yet colorful) stuffed dolls.

A few you’d recognised; a ripoff Elmo doll you’d gotten for your 3rd birthday, a Cookie monster one that you’d gotten for your 4th. And, a lot of other ones that you didn’t.

A weird purple bug, a person covered in an orange jacket, and… a slug? No, no, an angelic slug. It had the halo and wings and everything. It was… certainly fat for a slug, though.

You gingerly picked it up, as if it was some sort of bomb that could explode in your hands if you handled it wrong. A really, really stinky, ugly bomb, by the looks (and smell) of it.

You cringed, blanching, holding it up in a mixture of disgust and curiosity, standing up and walking to your bathroom.

Tossing the poor thing into your sink carelessly, you filled the basin with cold water, until you heard a sudden, indignant squawk.

“H-hey! F_ck! Stop, what the sh_t are you doing-” The ugly slug screeched, flailing it's stubby, fat around helplessly in the water, sputtering and coughing.

“Washing you.” You immediately replied out of habit. Wait, wait, no. That was a plushie. A really ugly one, but a plushie nonetheless. Plushies can’t talk.

“...What are you?