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i love the idea about the teddy
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''You stay there, Mr. Tiddles, and I'll be right back!''
Mr. Tiddles sat there, lifeless, waiting for the little girl to walk out of the room. The door creaked shut.
His button eyes wiggled around a little. His stitched-up mouth squirmed a little. He moved his left arm, and he moved his right arm. His left leg, and his right leg. This was a strange feeling. Mr Tiddles didn't remember being able to walk before. In fact, Mr. Tiddles didn't remember being able to think about not remembering being able to walk before. Mr. Tiddles didn't remember thinking ever. But he began to think about his friend, the little girl who cherished him so dearly, and he felt a feeling. He didn't know quite what that feeling was, but it felt good. He wasn't quite sure what feeling good was, either. He hadn't had much experience with the whole ''emotions'' thing. But it seemed fun to think, and to walk, and to talk. Mr. Tiddles couldn't talk no matter how much he tried to open his little stitched-up mouth, though, and he couldn't make a single peep.
What a shame, thought Mr. Tiddles.
Thinking was fun.
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aaaahh MR TIDDLESSSS i love you
this made me smile while writing it, tysm for the prompt