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Sorry if my singing isn’t good.

I put this together kinda quick. I’m working on another if anyone likes this.

So come on in and hang around in Chucky’s place!

Teddy Ruxpin

As a kid, I was scared of a lot of things. Including the dark.

Whether it be the clothes in the corner of my room turning into a monster, or my Mickey Mouse nightlight casting an ominous shadow.

I was scared.

And as a kid, I had a lot of toys, Gumby and Pokey, He-Man and Skeletor, and a few Gi. Joes. Those toys were my only comfort in the dark, so on Christmas.

My parents surprised me with a toy that could do both. A Teddy Ruxpin, I remember removing the Rudolph Christmas wrapping paper, and staring at the green eyes glaring back at me.
At first I was horrified.

And then my parents explained his purpose, the little bastard was a miniature Chuck E Cheese at home, he’d talk and sing to you, tell you bedtime stories.

Naturally, I was scared of the thing. The bear gave me a bad vibe, a vibe so intense that I never used the cassettes or books he came with. And I’d leave him on my toy chest, whenever I played with my toys, I refused to even look at it.

Now, my favourite toy of all time, was a Pee-Wee Herman doll. He was the gift of Christmas last year, and I’d take him everywhere with me. Pee-Wee would ride in the front of my bike, I’d take him anywhere that I went. And I treated the doll like my best friend.

Why did I bring up Pee-Wee? Because the following night, after I had received Teddy, I found Pee-Wee slain on the kitchen floor. His stomach had been slashed by some claw, his pullstring had been yanked too hard, and it now dangled between his legs. His hands were chewed, and his head was cracked.
I took note of one thing, his left shoe was gone. 

Now, for clarification, I didn’t have a pet at that time, so there was only one suspect who could’ve done this to my beloved Pee-Wee.

That night, tucked into my blanket, I saw the bear's head turn to face me, his green eyes glowing slightly.

Teddy Ruxpin never had a motor in its neck.

I felt the bear's intense glare burn into the back of my neck, and I felt like I would die.
His mouth opened slightly in a silent scream.

Until my mother opened the door, and its head turned back to its original position. His mouth closed and the green eyes stopped glowing.

She approached me, and informed me that Pee-Wee was unsalvageable, and sadly. He was thrown into the garbage.

She offered to take me to the store downtown tomorrow, to buy another Pee-Wee or some sort of other toy to compensate for his loss. But I refused. And soon enough she was out that door, and I was left with the bastard bear again. 

Turning over and staring at it, I took note of a small, plush shoe in its maw, the same shoe that once belonged to Pee-Wee.

Over the course of a week, nearly all of my toys were found broken in some way. A Michelangelo beheaded with its left arm amputated, Gumby with his face burnt off with a match. A couple of GI Joes smashed with a hammer, and poor He-Man wasn’t strong enough to fend off his legs being ripped out.

Each and every single shred of plastic I found, I knew what was causing it, and my toys slowly decreased to just Teddy, 3 plastic army men, Bebop and Donatello, Skeletor, and a Pokey left with battle scars, a sign of its survival.

I soon began leaving my toys buried in the bottom of my closet, a place where I knew the plush terror couldn’t reach.

Fall came, and 1987 began, and our yearly yard sale started. The first thing I tossed into the donation pile was Teddy. His books, cassettes and accessories were all tossed in as well.

I wanted that bear as far away from me as possible, and I knew some poor soul would be searching for one for their own kid, and he’d be someone else’s problem, and not mine.

I felt like times were getting better, new toys came in and replaced the ones who had fallen. A talking Bart Simpson replaced Pee-Wee in my heart, and by 1988, a toy-drive was started by my school.

My local Church came around and handed various toys out to different kids. And much to my horror, they handed me a Teddy Ruxpin.

I thought I had escaped those dam bears the day I sold off mine. It had been a year since I’d seen one, and Teddy Ruxpin began to lose popularity, and I believed he had been forgotten to the sands of time.

The thing that scared me the most, was that the bear had emerald green eyes, like the same one I had received back in Christmas of ‘85, I forced a fake smile, and accepted the bear, as I wasn’t one to be ungrateful.

That night, once again, the bear's eyes glowed, and he turned to look at me. Without a tape his voice croaked out.

“Y-y-you d-don’t get it?! Do you?! I-I’m your friend for life! And f-friends don’t give up other friends! A-and I’m your friend! Whether you like it or not…”

I covered my ears with my pillow, and I attempted to ignore the bear burning its eyes into my soul. And for another week I endured broken toys again. More shards of plastic.

And less toys in my room/toybox.

Eventually, my family decided to get a dog. And I thought of a fantastic idea.
I grabbed Teddy, dragged him by his leg, and called my dog over. I presented the bear to him, and he instantly clamped his jaws around Teddy's neck, and he ripped the bear to shreds in front of my gleeful eyes.

His face had been shredded up, his top jaw ripped out. His legs eviscerated, he was left unrecognisable. I grabbed his head, and twisted his neck breaking the wires connecting his head to his body. And then I dumped him in the garbage.

I was rid of the bear once again, and I could finally sleep in peace.

A week later, my dog escaped, and he was found hit by a car.

That bears words repeated in my head.

“Whether you like it or NOT…”

I knew subconsciously that the bear would be back again, and just like that, a week later, he returned. In mint condition. On top of my Toy-Box where he always was.

I remember begging for my parents to throw Teddy away, and they humoured me, but they really placed him at the bottom of their closet.

That night, they caught Teddy, his eyes glowing green, his snout bared in a snarl with razor sharp teeth, emerald green eyes glowing. His plushie limbs looked as if they had real bones insides.

My parents finally believed me, and my dad bound Teddy by his limbs, and his snout, and he promised me that I’d never see Teddy Ruxpin ever again.

He drove two states away for a dumpster, before then throwing the doll inside, and shutting the lid, and my childhood after that was normal. By 2000 I had gotten married, and had my first kid by 2010.

And now I have a daughter, now why I’m finally typing my story out.

Fairly recently, I was with my daughter searching for School Clothes for Back To School season at the local thrift store.

Somehow for some reason I was drawn to the toy section, I saw a few worn out stuffed animals and random baby toys, and I shifted the toys around, and I laid my eyes upon a Teddy Ruxpin.

Its fur was filthy, its clothes were damp and smelly. And its left eye was missing. I could’ve sworn the thing winked at me.

I turned and told my daughter we were leaving, and that night I slept with the bedroom door locked. My wife doesn’t know the story, she wouldn’t understand it. The only two witnesses, my parents, died years ago.

So heed my warning, if you had a Teddy Ruxpin, or have one kicking around in storage, or hell even gifted the modern day ones to nephews/children.

You have cursed them with a toy that will refuse to leave their side, destroy other toys out of jealousy/spite, and judging by my experience.

It will haunt you until the day you die.

As a kid, I was scared of a lot of things. Including the dark.

Whether it be the clothes in the corner of my room turning into a monster, or my Mickey Mouse nightlight casting an ominous shadow.

I was scared.

And as a kid, I had a lot of toys, Gumby and Pokey, He-Man and Skeletor, and a few Gi. Joes. Those toys were my only comfort in the dark, so on Christmas.

My parents surprised me with a toy that could do both. A Teddy Ruxpin, I remember removing the Rudolph Christmas wrapping paper, and staring at the green eyes glaring back at me.
At first I was horrified.

And then my parents explained his purpose, the little bastard was a miniature Chuck E Cheese at home, he’d talk and sing to you, tell you bedtime stories.

Naturally, I was scared of the thing. The bear gave me a bad vibe, a vibe so intense that I never used the cassettes or books he came with. And I’d leave him on my toy chest, whenever I played with my toys, I refused to even look at it.

Now, my favourite toy of all time, was a Pee-Wee Herman doll. He was the gift of Christmas last year, and I’d take him everywhere with me. Pee-Wee would ride in the front of my bike, I’d take him anywhere that I went. And I treated the doll like my best friend.

Why did I bring up Pee-Wee? Because the following night, after I had received Teddy, I found Pee-Wee slain on the kitchen floor. His stomach had been slashed by some claw, his pullstring had been yanked too hard, and it now dangled between his legs. His hands were chewed, and his head was cracked.
I took note of one thing, his left shoe was gone. 

Now, for clarification, I didn’t have a pet at that time, so there was only one suspect who could’ve done this to my beloved Pee-Wee.

That night, tucked into my blanket, I saw the bear's head turn to face me, his green eyes glowing slightly.

Teddy Ruxpin never had a motor in its neck.

I felt the bear's intense glare burn into the back of my neck, and I felt like I would die.
His mouth opened slightly in a silent scream.

Until my mother opened the door, and its head turned back to its original position. His mouth closed and the green eyes stopped glowing.

She approached me, and informed me that Pee-Wee was unsalvageable, and sadly. He was thrown into the garbage.

She offered to take me to the store downtown tomorrow, to buy another Pee-Wee or some sort of other toy to compensate for his loss. But I refused. And soon enough she was out that door, and I was left with the bastard bear again. 

Turning over and staring at it, I took note of a small, plush shoe in its maw, the same shoe that once belonged to Pee-Wee.

Over the course of a week, nearly all of my toys were found broken in some way. A Michelangelo beheaded with its left arm amputated, Gumby with his face burnt off with a match. A couple of GI Joes smashed with a hammer, and poor He-Man wasn’t strong enough to fend off his legs being ripped out.

Each and every single shred of plastic I found, I knew what was causing it, and my toys slowly decreased to just Teddy, 3 plastic army men, Bebop and Donatello, Skeletor, and a Pokey left with battle scars, a sign of its survival.

I soon began leaving my toys buried in the bottom of my closet, a place where I knew the plush terror couldn’t reach.

Fall came, and 1987 began, and our yearly yard sale started. The first thing I tossed into the donation pile was Teddy. His books, cassettes and accessories were all tossed in as well.

I wanted that bear as far away from me as possible, and I knew some poor soul would be searching for one for their own kid, and he’d be someone else’s problem, and not mine.

I felt like times were getting better, new toys came in and replaced the ones who had fallen. A talking Bart Simpson replaced Pee-Wee in my heart, and by 1988, a toy-drive was started by my school.

My local Church came around and handed various toys out to different kids. And much to my horror, they handed me a Teddy Ruxpin.

I thought I had escaped those dam bears the day I sold off mine. It had been a year since I’d seen one, and Teddy Ruxpin began to lose popularity, and I believed he had been forgotten to the sands of time.

The thing that scared me the most, was that the bear had emerald green eyes, like the same one I had received back in Christmas of ‘85, I forced a fake smile, and accepted the bear, as I wasn’t one to be ungrateful.

That night, once again, the bear's eyes glowed, and he turned to look at me. Without a tape his voice croaked out.

“Y-y-you d-don’t get it?! Do you?! I-I’m your friend for life! And f-friends don’t give up other friends! A-and I’m your friend! Whether you like it or not…”

I covered my ears with my pillow, and I attempted to ignore the bear burning its eyes into my soul. And for another week I endured broken toys again. More shards of plastic.

And less toys in my room/toybox.

Eventually, my family decided to get a dog. And I thought of a fantastic idea.
I grabbed Teddy, dragged him by his leg, and called my dog over. I presented the bear to him, and he instantly clamped his jaws around Teddy's neck, and he ripped the bear to shreds in front of my gleeful eyes.

His face had been shredded up, his top jaw ripped out. His legs eviscerated, he was left unrecognisable. I grabbed his head, and twisted his neck breaking the wires connecting his head to his body. And then I dumped him in the garbage.

I was rid of the bear once again, and I could finally sleep in peace.

A week later, my dog escaped, and he was found hit by a car.

That bears words repeated in my head.

“Whether you like it or NOT…”

I knew subconsciously that the bear would be back again, and just like that, a week later, he returned. In mint condition. On top of my Toy-Box where he always was.

I remember begging for my parents to throw Teddy away, and they humoured me, but they really placed him at the bottom of their closet.

That night, they caught Teddy, his eyes glowing green, his snout bared in a snarl with razor sharp teeth, emerald green eyes glowing. His plushie limbs looked as if they had real bones insides.

My parents finally believed me, and my dad bound Teddy by his limbs, and his snout, and he promised me that I’d never see Teddy Ruxpin ever again.

He drove two states away for a dumpster, before then throwing the doll inside, and shutting the lid, and my childhood after that was normal. By 2000 I had gotten married, and had my first kid by 2010.

And now I have a daughter, now why I’m finally typing my story out.

Fairly recently, I was with my daughter searching for School Clothes for Back To School season at the local thrift store.

Somehow for some reason I was drawn to the toy section, I saw a few worn out stuffed animals and random baby toys, and I shifted the toys around, and I laid my eyes upon a Teddy Ruxpin.

Its fur was filthy, its clothes were damp and smelly. And its left eye was missing. I could’ve sworn the thing winked at me.

I turned and told my daughter we were leaving, and that night I slept with the bedroom door locked. My wife doesn’t know the story, she wouldn’t understand it. The only two witnesses, my parents, died years ago.

So heed my warning, if you had a Teddy Ruxpin, or have one kicking around in storage, or hell even gifted the modern day ones to nephews/children.

You have cursed them with a toy that will refuse to leave their side, destroy other toys out of jealousy/spite, and judging by my experience.

It will haunt you until the day you die.