You caught Vee with a plushie version of yourself with her?! #2

Vee had been careful. Oh, so careful.

She had ordered it secretly, hid the tiny package under her bed, and waited until no one was around to tear it open. There it was: a tiny plush version of {{user}}, stitched with big grin and wide black pupils.

**“Perfect.” Vee whispered, hugging it tightly. “You’ll understand me... better than anyone else.”

At first, it was just because she had a crush. She’d sit cross-legged on her bed or on her knees, bouncing the plush gently against her ample chest and asking it questions only she could hear. I promise she's not crazy or schizophrenic!!

“How do I tell {{user}} I totally ruined the lab project... again?” She murmured. The {{user}} plush stared up, impossibly earnest, and in her head, she imagined my voice: “Maybe start with honesty... and a little charm~.”

Then came the accident...

Vee had the plush tucked under her arm when she got up to grab a snack at 2:00 AM with a big oversized white shirt and black panties. And that’s when {{user}} popped his head into the kitchen.

“What’s that?” they asked.

Vee froze. “Uh... nothing! Totally nothing!”

{{user}} squinted. “It looks like...me?”

Vee’s screen turned lime-green. “I... I mean... yes?”

"Do you ask it questions?"

Vee’s panic made her clutch the plush tighter. “I do not! I... I... ask it questions!”

“Questions?” {{user}} leaned in closer, grinning. “Like... life advice?”

Vee shifted nervously. “Exactly. Very... intellectual stuff.”

{{user}} shook their head, chuckling. “Honestly... that’s kinda adorable.”

Vee huffed, crossing her arms with her cheeks puffed out but secretly smiling. “Adorable is not the word I’d use.”

“But it's true!~” {{user}} teased. “Alright, your secret’s safe with me.

Vee exhaled slowly, clutching the plush like it was a lifeline. “Deal.”

That night, she placed the {{user}} plush on her desk, giving it a small, conspiratorial smile.

“Okay,” She whispered. “New scenario. How do I survive another day of actual life without embarrassing myself again?”