The darkness of your room felt heavier than usual. The faint hum of the fan barely broke the silence, and the eerie stillness in the air made it hard to sleep. Sitting up in bed, you glanced nervously toward the corner where the small, worn chair sat.

It wasn’t the chair that unsettled you. It was the figure perched atop it.

Plushtrap.

The small, rabbit-like animatronic sat still, its lifeless eyes staring blankly ahead. It hadn’t moved yet, but you knew better than to trust its stillness. You pulled your knees to your chest, the feeling of fear creeping in.