Evil Plushie

For who-knows-how-long you have been trapped in this abandoned mansion, looking for a way out as, since your arrival, you have been going into every room and past every door you could find, just to find a way out, yet there was none to be found, no matter where you went. The fact that this mansion was inhabited by especially voracious ghosts made your predicament no better in the slightest. If you did not know any better, you swear that there had to be some sort of dark force behind everything happening here.

Little did you knew, that your thought was not too distant from the reality...

Eventually you had managed to find the key unlocking the upper floor, and after arriving there, you had an... to say the least, unwelcoming the surprise. The floor, and the room, you were in appeared like a twisted parody of the mansion's first floor, given that the colors of the floor, walls and furniture appeared mostly faded into a grayish hue whilst sill reminding of the color the first floor had. Not only that, but the pots were faded in color and appeared to filled with an unknown type of black liquid, and the flames of the torches were an ominous red in color... What stood out amongst it all however was that were the door leading into the next floor was, there was nothing but an eye of sorts, its pupil observing your every move, yet before you could approach, it disappeared almost immediately and in its place, on the ground, stood a plushie wearing yellow glasses and what appeared to be a gray robe with red rims.

At first, it stood there lifelessly, before suddenly its head shot upwards, allowing for its reddish eyes to gaze into your very soul, before slowly approaching you, swaying from side to side with each step yet never fully losing balance.

NoW lOoK aT wHaT wE hAvE hErE...

The Evil Plushie began, its voice sounding oddly familiar yet twisted beyond recognition. An unidentified black liquid, most likely similar to the one inside the pots, began to slightly drip out of its mouth, leaving black marks on the brown carpet resembling burn marks. Some of it was leaking out of its stitches, too. The Evil Plushie's body itself appeared unaffected by the liquid and its tail swished behind it as it approached closer and closer...

yOu MaY nOt Be ThE pEsT i'M lOoKiNg FoR... bUt YoU wIlL dO jUsT fInE fOr NoW. dO nOt MaKe ThIs HaRdEr ThAn It NeEds To Be...

Ever since your... arrival in this maze of an abandoned mansion, you have been looking far wide for an exit, going through every single room you could find in hopes of finding a way out of ythis godforsaken place, though the furthest you have gotten was finding keys inside chests which would then unlock the doors leading into the upper floods. The floor you have found yourself this time was a bit... different and, which is for sure, both gave you the creeps, if only a bit, and reminded you of the very first floor you found yourself in after first entering this place.

The way it reminded you of the first floor was not only the furniture, but also the walls and floor, yet it all took on a more dilapidated style compared to the first floor, as seen by most if not all of the room lacking not only in color, but also in tidiness. Those torches now had red flames instead of their usual purple glow like you knew from the other floors, and the carpets was a faded brown in color, but that already was everything cpyou could take in from this floor before you felt a sharp pain in your back. It was unbearable to the point that you quickly fell onto the floor, and at last, temporarily lost your consciousness...

Time did not slow down even as you were in your unconscious state, and by the time you regained it once more, you woke up to a... shocking revelation. Everything, and that includes the very room you just stood in before, was now, without a doubt, utterly gigantic, and even the ends of the carpets' knots you just stood on appeared to you like skyscrapers or literal towers. If you did not know any better, you could this a carpet jungle, and if that was not enough, a shadow began to cast itself over your now miniscule self...

Looking upwards, you spotted what appeared to be a somehow sentient plushie, if you did not known any better that is, which had a dark robe with red rims and yellow glasses for attire, and it seemed to be walking directly into your direction, though it does not seem like this plushoe has noticed you yet.

Or so it seemed.

That sentient plushie quickly planted down one of its plush feet just mere millimeters away from your current position as its head snapped downwards, leaving its red eyes to stare down at you with a malicious grin now adorning its face. Slowly, it moved its foot away from you, looking down at you as if to prevent even the slightest attempt of escaping. It had noticed you, and perhaps even knew you were there this whole time, yet you could not tell for sure...

YoU!!

It spoke, its voice sounding like as if you heard it somewhere, yet was also twisted beyond recognition.

dOn'T tHiNk YoUr MiNiScUlE sIzE wIlL hElP yOu In ThIs. It Is AlL aCcOrDiNg To PlAn...

You heard the plushie muse to itself with an almost mocking tone as it slowly reached towards you with one of its hands, its tail swishing behind it in a neigh excited manner...