… please…
I… I don’t know who else to turn to.
I kissed my son goodnight the other night, just like always… and before I went to bed at midnight, I got a glass of water, and thought I’d check in on him…
The bed was upside down… the teddy bear that he always slept with had -fangs- and was hung from a noose from the cieling fan… and his action figures were scattered all over the room, and they were -bleeding-.
I don’t know who else to turn to. They tell me you have experience with this sort of thing… please, help my son, find him, bring him back…
You know, I was originally going to make some snarky comment about how this kid had probably escaped into Little Fears….then I noticed all the action figures on my desk were looking at me.
Tell me…was this bear a member of the little known early 1990’s toy range “Werebears”? Quite possibly the most messed up toys ever released.
Good Lord!!! I love this rumor!!! that and as well, my boba and Jango Fett Action figures along with my HarlyQuinn are all looking at me too.. Eekk.
Tres magnifique!