Bleach Stuffed Animals Novels & Stories

he declared, beaming. As the afternoon unfolded, the living room transformed into a magical realm. Teddy and Bunny, along with a cast of other stuffed friends, embarked on fantastical adventures. They sailed across the rug-turned-ocean in a cardboard box, battled fearsome dragons (represented by a crumpled sock), and rescued a damsel in distress (a particularly forlorn-looking stuffed cat).

This is obviously the invitation for the masquerade ball that's coming up soon. Placing it back down, I grab the other one in my hands. The second box is much heavier and it's already been open. Removing the top, my eyes go wide as I look at what's inside. Tom, Daisy's stuffed animal, is inside the box but what really pissed me off is what they did with it. They attached the body of the pony stuffed animal to a decapitated head and stuck a knife through the stuffed body. How the fuck did they even get this? Daisy has been looking for Tom for the longest time and they had it all along.

Inside were several small objects wrapped in soft cloth. Alexander looked confused. Julian removed the first item. A small stuffed rabbit. The fur was worn from years of use. The stitching on one ear had been repaired. Alexander stared at it. Julian set it gently back into the box. Then he lifted a small porcelain doll with faded paint and tangled brown hair. Alexander’s eyes widened slightly. “Where did you get those?” Julian closed the lid again. “They were in storage at the mansion.” Alexander looked down at the box again.

Golden rays shone over us, the sun threatening to leave us soon. “Ooohh look!” I pointed to the booth with many stuffed animals. We walked over there, seeing that one had to shoot some balloons to win a gift. I just stared at Hendrix and knew I was getting myself lots of gifts. He stared down at me with a knowing look and I could only give him the sweetest and most innocent to look I could pull. He could not say no.

I hummed softly in return, a silent acknowledgment. “Alex, look!!” Orion squealed, pointing towards a booth that sold stuffed creatures, orcs, cats, and bats, with big plastic eyes and thread smiles, “It looks like the ones from the movies.” “Let’s go” He beamed, already striding ahead as if leading a parade. “Let’s go!” Alex followed without a word, as if the command had been law. I chuckled. He really was amazed by the smallest things. Somehow, that loosened something in me… just a bit.

“…you can even buy more eco-friendly toys! They have all sorts of lines out there of things made with recycled plastic or other sustainably sourced items. There are even a few companies stuffing their stuffed animals entirely with recycled plastic bottles. “You might not think that would be soft but it totally is. I got a stuffed fox for my little sister for her birthday last year and you would never guess what the inside is made of. She’s obsessed with stuffed animals so I managed to convince my parents to get most of her stuffed animals that way…though I can’t stop her from also loving Build-A-Bear.” “Aria likes Build-A-Bear too,” Edward said quietly. “What sort of stuffed animals do they

Damn, I guess his mansplaining helped. A row of cheap stuffed animals hangs from a rope against the wall and I scan them all deciding which to take home with me. There's a bright pink panda bear with eyes a little too closely set to one another. A blue teddy bear holds a heart with love stitched across it in a swirly font, in case anyone wants to out themselves in an inner-office relationship I guess. They're kind of pathetic, exactly what you'd expect from a carnival. My eyes fall on a green frog with longer than normal legs and I decide he's my prize since it fits with the game.

General Sweets must be so angry. Thankfully, Suzie didn’t see the panic on my face because she turned around to get my last two presents. “Okay, this one is a bit silly.” She said, giving me a big present that felt very soft. Inside was a stuffed animal, which looked like an alien or something. “It’s a squishmallow.” Suzie explained. “It’s really soft. I have one for when I feel upset. It’s nice to snuggle with or use as a cushion. It’s silly, and if you don’t like it, -“

I have to know, but I don’t want to know. The phone stops its advance when a small, stuffed babydoll comes into view. It is smeared with blood, and its stuffing is puffed out where slash marks have cut into the delicate, pale pink fabric. A tiny, sweet hand, with chipped glittery pink nail polish, is tucked up under the doll’s arm—but there’s no little girl’s body anywhere in sight.

My face was flushed and my voice was rough from all the screaming. "What should we do next?" I asked Sam who was already looking in another direction. "That! Let's play that game, roomie." I looked towards the direction she was pointing at, it was a booth where the balloon dart game was being played. We moved towards it and inspected all the stuffed animals that they had. One of them caught my eyes and as I looked at it closely, my face lit up, it was a stuffed Olaf. "I'm definitely going for that one." I told Sam as I pointed at Olaf.