The whimsical façade of Mr Bean

Teddy

He pondered, asking himself what's happening, who he has become. He looked over his shoulder, he was there...

Teddy

They've always been close, in fact they were best buds for as long as he can remember, they've been thorough thick and thin and plan on doing so for the rest of time. Him and Teddy live in an apartment block with a colourful exterior but what finds home inside of it is nothing but pure despair. They were practically alone. "Teddy?" the man questioned with a lisp and struggle to talk much like a caveman who is also fat Al, from the stuffed bear, silence replied back

"R u redee?" He asked again in a hoarse and rough voice, and much like before, silence. However that's not what he heard, or at least interpreted, in his mind the cuddly cum cotton said yes, and very vigorously.

Their button eyes remained empty and inanimate yet showed tiredness, they grow sick of it and the fact they have no word in it brings more despair, they may be an unconscious teddy but they still feel. They still feel him...

Teddy's head dropped down to their chest over the weight of cotton in its brown patchy head and rolled over onto their side revealing their back, only difference between them and other teddy bears is that there was a hole cut into him. Oh yes and it was quite the worn out hole indeed, threads of cotton from the laziness in the cutting were drenched and eventually hardened with what we can only hope is glue.