Ted

The teddy bear was pink, cute and fluffy. As I clutched it in my fat little hands I felt a movement deep inside the toy. I pressed my chubby cheek against it and heard a rhythmic thud, thud. Sitting teddy on my knees I watched as its eyes moved, focusing on Mummy.

Its stitched mouth spread into an evil grin as it watched her progress around the room. I could tell that the bear hated her as much as I did.
"And what are you going to call your new teddy?" she asked in that silly, oh so irritating, voice.

"Damian," I answered with a giggle.

"Diddum, that's a nice name."

Is the woman deaf or just stupid? The bear nodded in agreement. As she left the room, Damian growled in my ear "What's the plan?"

"What can you do?" I asked the bear. He flexed his long claws, previously hidden in pink fluff. Then he opened his mouth wide, displaying two rows of razor sharp teeth.

"What would you like me to do?"

"Kill the bitch!"

My tummy started to rumble. Where was the human milk supplier when I needed her?
"Waaaaah" I yelled. She came rushing in.

"Is baby hungry?" she babbled, "Want bitty?" She bared her udders and I latched on, sucking the life out of her.

"Tomorrow; we'll finish her tomorrow," I told the bear after lights out.

But the bear had different ideas. He climbed out of the cot and headed to her bedroom. There was a flash of red light and I heard her scream.
"I can't see," she yelled. She came rushing into my room, stumbling over the toys on the floor. The bear was climbing up her body using its claws like crampons, leaving trails of blood.

Then he reached her shoulder and sank his teeth into her jugular. As blood spattered over my cot she fell to the floor.
"I've done what you wanted," teddy said as he climbed back into my arms. As I hugged him my tummy began to rumble again. I looked at the milk churns, dead on the floor.

"I didn't think this through, did I?" I wailed.

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