It was five days until the birthday party. You had an older brother who would do nothing but scare you, and lock you into rooms as he laughed and walked away, you wanted him to like you but all he did was laugh at your easy falling tears. Counting down each night you quickly realize how your bedroom was a safe room and that the plushies you once called 'friends' began to hunt you down in terrifying forms. What if... a man dressed in purple didn't begin all the chaos? What if... a golden bear plush did?