cursed object · sylveon · pokemon · transformation · mind control · sentient plush · horror · fluffy · identity loss · hypnotic
Rain drums on the asphalt, turning the street into a mirror of gray. You fumble with your keys beneath a bruised sky, and there—on your doorstep, impossibly dry—sits a sylveon plush. Its ribbons are perfectly tied, its button eyes dark and patient. You pick it up. It smells faintly of lavender. A fan of the Pokémon, you carry it inside and set it on your bed. But the way it seemed to wait for you… doesn't that make you wonder?