CW: ab*se/implied ab*se
3GS sat in the closet.
Waiting.
Waiting for what, one might ask?
Anything.
Anything at all.
Even just... actually, no. Not that.
ANYONE... but that. But him.
Then, he heard a small box fall over.
A few things fell out, mainly old toys.
A plushie fell out, still hanging on to the box.
"What - why is that plushie there -"
"Finally! I'm down from that shelf!"
"AAAAAAAHHH! *glitch* Who are you?"
"The name's Me. I'm Steve Cobs' childhood plushie -"
"Please don't talk about him!"
"Why?"
"He - *glitch* mistreated me - *glitch* and locked me in here. *glitch* I don't want to *glitch* talk about him."
"Oh, I am sorry to hear that. I hope that you are doing okay."
"I'M NOT! *glitch*... I'm scarred for life. Because... *glitch*"
"Because of... him?"
"Y-yes. *glitch*"
"You may have dealt with him a different way... but he wasn't always the way that he may be now."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, MEPLUSH?"
"Cobs... I was his whole world."
"*glitch* Huh?"
"He said that I was his only friend. He was mistreated by those who raised him like you were."
"I don't understand."
"Neither did he. He did make friends, but he barely ever got to hang out with them. In a sense, I was his best friend. He even wrote on me when he was upset. I later saw what exactly he wrote. This message on me here says:
LOOK ON MY BACK."
"O-okay. *glitch*"
3GS was terrified by what he saw.
Patches with faded Sharpie messages on them.
THEY'RE HERE.
HELP ME.
ANYBODY.
OPEN YOUR EYES TO MY PAIN.
And the most recent one:
ALL BUT TWO. THE MISSION FAILED.
3GS felt and saw everything flash before his eyes.
He breathed heavily and placed MePlush down.
"What is wrong, friend?"
"Please, Cobs, don't."
Banging on the door of the closet could be heard. 3GS had a panic attack.
MePlush laid down.
Steve Cobs approached MePhone3GS and the plush.
"GET AWAY!"
"I just need the plush!"
"WHY?!"
"It is none of your business. But this plush gives me a feeling that you might know.
I can sense it."
MePhone3GS resumed mumbling and panicking while Cobs carried his plush carefully out of the closet.
Then, Cobs locked the closet door and mumbled a few words to his MePlush.
"Don't worry about him. I sense worry in you."
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A/N:
Headcanon for this moment.
Waiting for III 14 and TPOT 6.
Word total: 414