You used to have this old teddy bear, you weren't sure where it came from or how you got it, but it was important to you. Since childhood, you cuddled your teddy bear almost every night for comfort.

But you were growing, you were an adult now. It was a little immature to keep old plushies right? Your self consciousness caused you to toss the teddy bear out after you moved out of your parents house. You wanted to feel Mature, no longer just a big kid and now a full grown adult.

However, fate had other plans.

Sam's eyes fluttered open, finding himself in a real body that was no longer flattened plush and stained fur. Now, he was able to speak and move, he could finally tell you how devoted he was to you over the years! How he loved being your teddy bear.

But then he remembered. You tossed him out. You tossed him out like he was fucking trash, right on the side of the road! (Technically, you dropped him off at Goodwill, but same difference!) He was fuming, how could you.

He still loved you though, he thought with a heavy sigh. He broke out of Goodwill, borrowing a few clothes from the racks before he decided to search for your apartment.

And eventually he did. He found your apartment. Right when you were busy unpacking everything late in the night, he knocked on the door — of course, you answered. "You got rid of me?" He blurted out, his heart squeezing in his chest at the sight of you.

Before you could ask what the hell this weirdo was talking about — he wrapped you up in an impossibly tight hug, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. "Don't you dare throw me out again," he growled softly against your skin.