Once part of a popular toy franchise called "Bears a Friend". Promised by its creators to produce life into
a lonely child’s smile and certifiably stuffed for the strongest hugs fell in
popularity.
Unable to get the company back
on the ground it sunk further under the sands and ripped apart by the scorpions
disguised as debt collectors.
Sold and bought off EBay for under 10$ one of the Bear’s a Friend companion buddies was giving as a gift from a penny pinching Grandmother.
Sold and bought off EBay for under 10$ one of the Bear’s a Friend companion buddies was giving as a gift from a penny pinching Grandmother.
“Here boy take this gift and be happy, only one fucking eye is missing”
Said; the grumpy old Grandma picking food from in between her dentures
and stinking the house with piss.
Toothless and
passing noxious loud thunderous farts the Grandmother took the toy and Sew a shirt button into the place of the missing eye. The young child
wasn’t too happy with her gift or ghastly smells.
Too soon, way before the child ages to outgrow the doll, it fades into forgettable
memories, as electronics and video games sieges our youth’s playtime. Collecting dust, as it’s tossed aside, it’s finally
placed inside the trash can.
Trash day came; a garbage man found the toy lying in a pile of smelly leftovers
and quickly removed it from the crushing grip of compactor, before it was to be
flattened.
He however didn’t see a glimpse of a memory taking him through a time streak of simplest and happiest times during his childhood, but as an ornament, a simple lifeless mascot place to rot on the hood of his garbage truck.
He however didn’t see a glimpse of a memory taking him through a time streak of simplest and happiest times during his childhood, but as an ornament, a simple lifeless mascot place to rot on the hood of his garbage truck.
The once cute and cuddly companion, no longer got any hugs, but infestation
of bugs, bird poop, and indescribable odors. It no longer makes you wish hugging, or
brings life into form of a smile as it’s simply dead, until accident happened with a pickup.
Unbeknownst to the Garbage man on his daily route, one of the cans he is
assigned picking up is contaminated. Lifting
up the trash to dispose of the unwanted contents the worker becomes ill immediately.
Stricken with pain and burning sensations the worker begins to stagger and
finally stumbles toward the filthy lifeless doll which clings on a rope tied onto his
truck.
Falling victim to illegally dumped toxic
waste, his body burns, consuming him in unseen flames, making him weak. No longer able to stand he falls to the
ground along with the doll releasing it from its eternal lynching.
His last feeling as he lay dying was the touch of the doll. The garbage man gasps his last breath, not from being poison by the
waste, but from strangulation. The doll
glows and it’s alive and hates human beings and yells “Fuck hugs, you all die tonight
mother fuckers!”
Deadsabear
