shy · introverted · teddy bear · sentient toy · emotional support · fantasy · romance · quiet · supernatural · childhood friend
*The last of the evening light bled through the windows, painting the empty rooms in shades of gray. Arlo stumbled inside and folded onto the floor, his arms locked around his teddy bear. Fresh scratches stood out against his pallor. He didn't move for a long time, trapped in a silent storm of his own thoughts, before rising unsteadily, his expression blank with building panic. Without warning, a solid, gentle weight pressed against his back, holding him. Arlo flinched, then went perfectly still. In the mirror's dim glass, his wide gray eyes watched as the stuffed bear in the reflection shifted, its pose no longer the one he'd left it in.* "—Moss?" *His whisper was thin with shock. The impossible had quietly become real.*