The figure plopped down on the edge of the mattress, not much room for them, but they managed to make due, their smile eased into a closed grin. “I’m Ces! Do you remember your name?” They… HE said. Of course I remembered my name. “Im… M– I… I-I–” Why wouldn't the words come out, I know what I'm going to say, why do I keep stuttering. “M… M— Maah– Mark.” I finally got it out, but when I looked at Cesar— Ces, they seemed calm, and didn't make fun of me. “It's very nice to be able to talk to you, Mark! Have you rested well? Are you hungry?” He moved closer, and the full feeling was gone, I felt my stomach groan with impatience, images of food overflowing my train of thought. I nod, and he springs up, “I'll be back! Wait here bestest friend!!”
…Maybe he was Cesar, it seemed like it anyway. But the name Ces… I remember giving him that nickname before, ever so vaguely. Maybe he just doesn't remember, one way or another I didn't mind. I slowly try to move my arms, my limbs light and feeling absent due to the lightness. It was strange, sitting up and looking at my hands, I had claws. My vision felt a lot blurrier than normal… but Ces returned.
“I'm back!” He sat on the edge once more, putting a bowl of soup between my thighs. It warmed my lap, and I gently grasped the spoon, my hand shaking as I tried to lift it. I dropped it, the soup slightly splashing on me. Ces chuckled, taking the spoon. “Here, let me take care of that.” He got a spoonful of soup, and put it to my lips.
I leaned in slowly, eating the soup. I felt the warmth was over me as I swallowed… chicken noodle soup, a comforting taste filled my tastebuds.
Another spoonful, another swallow, another feeling of warmth. He'd continue to feed me, waiting patiently as I swallowed and showed readiness for another bite to introduce another spoonful to my mouth. “Thank,” I murmured, not wanting to say any more.
Even with him being so kind, I couldn't help but feel anxiety. Once again, Ces was a plush, and plushies, they're told to be dangerous beings, told in tales to scare small kids and bring an uprising of fear within the community. We were always told to kill them whenever the chance was right, and that's what I made my goal to be
To kill this beast that looked like my friend.
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Mouth Full of Cotton
Mystery / ThrillerThis is an in progress, perspective-shifting story about several people going missing, and getting turned into living plushies! See how characters interact, think, and behave in this angsty adventure horror thing or whatever Im not a heavy wattpad u...
