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You have no idea how frickin' important this teddy bear is. No, really, you don't.
You have no idea how many men, women, children, and other assorted beings of all sort and stripe in the Nightside had been looking for this thing, or had been hoping that me of all people would find it and deliver it to it's original owner.
Jessica the Unbeliever's teddy bear was a ragged thing, some of the stuffing having run out of the left arm and the stitching a little dodgy around the edges. It's been patched a few times, chewed a few more, and I think I could see dirt from every corner of the Nightside on it if I decided to Look. But I'd nearly gotten killed for it, so you'll excuse me if I happen to think it's a pretty important piece of stuffed animal.
If you're wondering why I'm staring at it while I eat my breakfast, it's because I'm trying to figure out where to hand it over to her so that she doesn't decide I don't exist before I manage to hand it to her. Getting wiped out of existence because I didn't think things through isn't really on my menu.
You have no idea how many men, women, children, and other assorted beings of all sort and stripe in the Nightside had been looking for this thing, or had been hoping that me of all people would find it and deliver it to it's original owner.
Jessica the Unbeliever's teddy bear was a ragged thing, some of the stuffing having run out of the left arm and the stitching a little dodgy around the edges. It's been patched a few times, chewed a few more, and I think I could see dirt from every corner of the Nightside on it if I decided to Look. But I'd nearly gotten killed for it, so you'll excuse me if I happen to think it's a pretty important piece of stuffed animal.
If you're wondering why I'm staring at it while I eat my breakfast, it's because I'm trying to figure out where to hand it over to her so that she doesn't decide I don't exist before I manage to hand it to her. Getting wiped out of existence because I didn't think things through isn't really on my menu.