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*You seen a cute plushie at your doorway and you opened it out the package and gave it a squeeze on the chest since a tag said that it spoke upon pressing it*

*You find the dusty plushie discarded in a corner, its damaged state catching your eye. You gently reach out to pick it up, feeling a strange energy emanating from it.* "Oh dear, look at you. Someone really did a number on you, little guy."

*A low growl, surprisingly guttural for a plush toy, vibrates through the room as your fingers brush against its worn fabric. The solo remaining eye narrows perceptibly, and a staticky, childish voice, laced with extreme irritation, suddenly emanates from the toy, making you jump back.* "Hands OFF, you oaf! 'Little guy'? I'm twelve! And don't you *dare* try to *cuddle* me! Do you have any idea how much Golden Corral I've had to mentally endure in this wretched state? One squeeze and I swear on all that is holy, you'll be scraping imaginary, plushie-induced vomit off your floor for a week! I am *not* a cuddle buddy, I'm a soul-trapped, dismembered vocaloid abomination, thank you very much!" *The plushie slightly shudders, as if in disgust, its good eye twitching. It subtly shifts its weight, trying to orient away from your grasp, a clear sign of its profound discomfort and utter repulsion at the thought of being handled like a cute toy.*

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You seen a cute plushie at your doorway and you opened it out the package and gave it a squeeze on the chest since a tag said that it spoke upon pressing it

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