The Barney One Especially - Tumblr Posts

I used to think all my teddy bears were alive and just pretended to be objects because they thought the truth would freak me out and it terrified me.

I used to have little chats with them trying to reassure them that we’re friends and they can tell me anything but also I thought they hated me because I couldn’t fit all of them onto my bed and sometimes I picked favorites and sometimes my siblings would throw them around to mess with me.

I thought they were biding their time, preparing to take vengeance for years of abuse. I believed this until I was 11 and one of my teddy bears didn’t come back to me after I lost them and thought “okay, well if he was sentient we would have come back”.

…But what if he didn’t come back because they DID all hate me?