Black Fluff #PlushiePandemic

Avant Garde Metal, New Age, Bouncy, Male, Bittersweet, Elated Doom, Stockholm Syndrome, Exploited, Abandoned, Irritable, Deep Kick

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This is my entry into the 
#PlushiePandemic Project 
by The Jester on Suno. 
He has  turned us all into 
plushies and now we must 
live with it. Thanks Jester
...appreciate it.

My plushie life was not so 
kind to me. And somehow 
I'm here to talk about it...

The other stories revealed 
can be found on the 
dedicated playlist @

https://suno.com/playlist/36b81d57-5289-4999-a15b-b43c790c48db

If you would also like to tell 
your story as a cursed 
plushie, then head over to 
the  playlist and listen to the
first song. It has all the 
instructions and rules 
you need.

I hope your story has a better 
outcome then mine... *Sigh*

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"Hello little boys and girls! How does it do 
today?! This is your, oh so fun, store 
manager, The Jester! haha! 
Welcome.. to my little shop of goodies. 
Grab your parents by the pant legs and 
drag them around to find the little itty 
bitty tiny plushies that need your love!"

Sittin' on my shelf,
as happy as can be.
Jester on the speakers,
plottin' little schemes.
But today could be the day,
I shed this Styrofoam.
Unwrap me from this box
and someone takes me home.

Up walks a little girl 
just draggin' her mom along.
Eyeing all the toys
but anxious and withdrawn.
She's heavy on her feet,
hummin' a pretty song.
She points directly at me
and tells her I'm the one.

She picks me up and hugs me, 
the tightest squeeze I've ever felt.
And if I had a heart
I'm pretty sure that it would melt.
Somebody finally sees me
and loves me for what I am.
She carries me away
and then throws me in the van.

My soft body hits the floor,
damaged from the fall.
That had to be a mistake,
she's just excited, after all.
She jumps up quick inside,
feet stomped me like a log.
The impact broke a seam,
Deep gash in my fluffy skull.

Now it's been 10 years,
stuffed under the bed,
Matted fleece skin
and a pencil in my head.
The little girl not so little,
she's quite fond of death metal.
The treble bleeds my ears,
blood speckles give me freckles.

Now every full moon
she brings me out to play.
"My handsome little devil"
is the phrase that makes me shake.
Buries her face,
I muffle screams with my chest.
And with her tears flowin',
She gently pulls my threads.

Pent up with anger,
She rips me with her teeth.
Then stiches me back together,
The needle kindly stings.
She thanks me for the help,
Throws me back under the bed. 
Nothin' else is said,
I rejoin the spider webs!

Most nights I try to dream
but every night I can not rest.
It's like she never sleeps,
floor littered with Sudafed.
She's not sick so what's this?
She gets it from her friends.
I think she picks on me
instead of pickin' on her skin.

Thirty years have passed,
I haven't aged a day.
Dust covers every bit of me,
it's spotless where I layed.
Small children run around,
tossing me back and forth.
"What an ugly toy" they claim,
so dirty and deformed!

A tall man walked in the room,
demanded to hand me over.
A tuxedo black as storms,
I could sense a weight upon his shoulders.
"This was your mommys favorite"
"She would want this by her side"
He snatched me from their hands,
and made the little children cry.

He washed me in the sink,
oh my! it felt so nice.
Sat me on the counter
and waited for me to dry.
I stared out the window,
the sun shined so bright.
While he stared into the distance
with tears in his grieving eyes.

He stuffed me in a bag,
it was time for a lovely ride.
The bumpy roads to where we go
reminds me of the day I first arrived.
He picked me up slowly
and said "I guess this is goodbye."
Opened up the casket
and stuck me deep inside.....

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Thanks for listening 
and I hope you enjoyed! 
Please Like and Comment
Let me know what you thought!
Music is Life, 
Live Free.

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*************************** This is my entry into the #PlushiePandemic Project by The Jester on Suno. He has turned us all into plushies and now we must live with it. Thanks Jester ...appreciate it. My plushie life was not so kind to me. And somehow I'm here to talk about it... The other stories revealed can be found on the dedicated playlist @ https://suno.com/playlist/36b81d57-5289-4999-a15b-b43c790c48db If you would also like to tell your story as a cursed plushie, then head over to the playlist and listen to the first song. It has all the instructions and rules you need. I hope your story has a better outcome then mine... *Sigh* *************************** "Hello little boys and girls! How does it do today?! This is your, oh so fun, store manager, The Jester! haha! Welcome.. to my little shop of goodies. Grab your parents by the pant legs and drag them around to find the little itty bitty tiny plushies that need your love!" Sittin' on my shelf, as happy as can be. Jester on the speakers, plottin' little schemes. But today could be the day, I shed this Styrofoam. Unwrap me from this box and someone takes me home. Up walks a little girl just draggin' her mom along. Eyeing all the toys but anxious and withdrawn. She's heavy on her feet, hummin' a pretty song. She points directly at me and tells her I'm the one. She picks me up and hugs me, the tightest squeeze I've ever felt. And if I had a heart I'm pretty sure that it would melt. Somebody finally sees me and loves me for what I am. She carries me away and then throws me in the van. My soft body hits the floor, damaged from the fall. That had to be a mistake, she's just excited, after all. She jumps up quick inside, feet stomped me like a log. The impact broke a seam, Deep gash in my fluffy skull. Now it's been 10 years, stuffed under the bed, Matted fleece skin and a pencil in my head. The little girl not so little, she's quite fond of death metal. The treble bleeds my ears, blood speckles give me freckles. Now every full moon she brings me out to play. "My handsome little devil" is the phrase that makes me shake. Buries her face, I muffle screams with my chest. And with her tears flowin', She gently pulls my threads. Pent up with anger, She rips me with her teeth. Then stiches me back together, The needle kindly stings. She thanks me for the help, Throws me back under the bed. Nothin' else is said, I rejoin the spider webs! Most nights I try to dream but every night I can not rest. It's like she never sleeps, floor littered with Sudafed. She's not sick so what's this? She gets it from her friends. I think she picks on me instead of pickin' on her skin. Thirty years have passed, I haven't aged a day. Dust covers every bit of me, it's spotless where I layed. Small children run around, tossing me back and forth. "What an ugly toy" they claim, so dirty and deformed! A tall man walked in the room, demanded to hand me over. A tuxedo black as storms, I could sense a weight upon his shoulders. "This was your mommys favorite" "She would want this by her side" He snatched me from their hands, and made the little children cry. He washed me in the sink, oh my! it felt so nice. Sat me on the counter and waited for me to dry. I stared out the window, the sun shined so bright. While he stared into the distance with tears in his grieving eyes. He stuffed me in a bag, it was time for a lovely ride. The bumpy roads to where we go reminds me of the day I first arrived. He picked me up slowly and said "I guess this is goodbye." Opened up the casket and stuck me deep inside..... ------------------------------- Thanks for listening and I hope you enjoyed! Please Like and Comment Let me know what you thought! Music is Life, Live Free.

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