This one's a shout out to all you people that've always wanted a life sized body pillow of yourself with a real skeleton inside. I am not one of those people. But I'm sure, of the multitude of colorful characters on this website, there's at least a couple.

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October 16th, Sometime After All The Other Nonsense

Early morning, and Sam shuffled his way out of the bedroom. Nothing on the docket today, so Sam decided to take it slow and easy. He stepped past the bathroom door, Lyna currently occupying the shower. They often showered together to save water, but he wasn't quite feeling like it at the moment. That, and he knew after her dream about the forest fire, she'd want some therapeutic shower time.

Thus, clad only in a pair of red boxer-briefs, he waddled sleepily into the living room, completing the ceremonial transfer from laying on the bed to laying on the couch. But as he came to the end of the hall and into the living room, he spotted something large, something odd on the carpeted floor in the dead center of the space. He rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn't seeing things due to just waking up. But there it was.

Laying flat on the floor, a life-sized, blank, body-shaped doll jutted out against the rest of the familiar furniture. The front of the doll ripped open, clumps of its white stuffing had been strewn here and there around it. Sam peered at it curiously. He was pretty aware of everything in the house, and certainly would remember a stuffed animal about the same size as he was. He took a step closer, bending down to gather up the mess on the floor.

“Lyna? Did you get angry and disembowel a stuffed animal again?”, he called back towards the bathroom. He clutched a number of the pieces of fluff to his chest as he gathered most of them up.

As he leaned even closer to the doll, he noticed some of the more minute, curious details. It wasn't one single piece, per se, that vaguely resembled a body, but rather what one might mistake for a plushie, full-body suit. Only, the legs had been sewn together, and the arms sewn to the sides. More curious still, the rip in the front of the doll, on second glance, seemed more like it'd been unwoven, rather than ripped.

Weird, maybe, but nothing all that concerning. Just another mess to clean up, really. Sam thought nothing of it and stood back up straight. He turned, arms full of fluff, and began to march towards the kitchen and the nearest trashcan. Or, rather, he tried to march. As he took a first step, he felt something snag against his left ankle. Sam wiggled it, believing to simply have caught himself on a loose string. To his dismay, the thread didn't remove itself, and he really didn't want to bend back down to untangle it. But glancing down, he realized something odd. Something alarming, even.

Instead of a loose single thread, he watched as a bundle of threads lashed themselves around his left ankle, another cluster already wrapping themselves against his right. Too confused and still too tired to react, he just stared down at the tangle of off-white thread that circled around his feet. He then wobbled as, with surprising force, his feet were drawn together.

Finally spurring himself to action, he expressed his rabbit heritage by launching himself towards the bathroom, hopping with both feet with as much force as he could muster. The strings gave just a little, but he didn't make it far. He felt something heavy holding him back, as if he were encumbered by a ball and chain. And as he finally glanced back, he saw that the thread fed from the doll. The doll that, frighteningly, began to lift itself into a sitting position.

“Lyna—mmmnnngg!!”, Sam tried to scream, his voice cut short by a bundle of the thin cords shoving a piece of doll stuffing into his mouth and drawing tight. The situation was growing dire. He pawed and grabbed at the string gagging him, but only succeeded in making the possessed doll's job easier. More and more thread poured fourth, wrapping around Sam's upper body and fastening his arms securely to his chest.

Overwhelmingly bundled by the thread, Sam felt them all pull taut at once. He leaned hard forwards, hoping to gain any distance towards Lyna, towards rescue. But the surprising strength of the string sent him backwards. As he braced for impact, he felt his head land against something soft. Just from pure tactile feeling, he sensed that he'd landed on the legs of the doll. And to his abject horror, he was drawn further and further onto it, until he lay flush on the soft, predatory effigy.

Sam twisted and squirmed as the strings held him tight, lining him up with each limb of the doll. His eyes widened as he felt the gaping maw at the front of the doll's torso begin to widen, as he subsequently began to sink. He shook his head in protest as the doll's back arched and flexed, the fabric lifting and pulling gradually over his ears and his head. At the other end, the legs similarly stretched, folded and unraveled such to fit the scrawny rabbit's legs inside.

Sam's cries became muffled as the exterior of the plush overtook his face, the featureless, ovoid head of the doll pulling over him like a hood, sealing away all of his senses. As Sam's feet were drawn into the soft, straight legs of his new fuzzy prison, the thread repaired itself, drawing his legs together with the same fastening that unified it when he'd first arrived. Soon, all that remained of Sam from the outside was a picture of his teal-and-white furred torso, only a flicker of his boxer-briefs still yet visible.. He faintly tossed and turned in a quickly closing aperture, more thread repairing the hole at the front of the doll. But soon, even that drew quickly closed, sealing him totally inside.

Having been consumed, Sam struggled and twitched in his stuffed encasement. He felt a peculiar, sedating feeling begin to wash over him as his muffled protests began to slow. His struggles and twists turned to twitches as he felt the need to drift back off into sleep. In moments, he stopped moving entirely, becoming inert as he'd found the doll just a short few minutes ago. And with an exhausted, muted sigh, any trace of Sam disappeared.

Except, curiously, for the slow, gradual change of the color of the plushie's fuzz. As the seconds passed, the original beige of the doll transitioned into a deep teal matching that of Sam's fur. A black, messy crown of hair adorned the top of it, patches of white similarly matching the pattern of the captive rabbit's fur. Replacing the original doll, what now lie in the living room represented a cruel mockery of the poor soul trapped inside.

The shower ceased, and the bathroom door opened. Lyna stepped out, a towel draped around her torso as she cleaned an ear. She cast a first glance down the hall towards the bedroom. Not seeing Sam in bed, or up and about, she headed towards the living room.

“Sam? Were you talking to--? Oh.”, she stopped dead upon seeing the doll on the floor. A life-sized, plush replica of her boyfriend, not at all suspicious in composition or origin. Well, okay, yeah, she knew exactly what had happened. She sighed, “Gotta be fucking kidding me...”

Taking a brisk few steps back into the hallway, she rummaged through the hall closet, lugging the shop vac out and bringing it into the living room. She tossed it over to the side before plugging it into the nearest outlet around the corner. She tightened her towel, ensuring it wouldn't slip off or get caught on anything. She cracked her knuckles and performatively thumbed her sharp ferret teeth.

Time to disembowel another stuffed animal.