I crept slowly down the stairs, whilst wielding my baseball bat, being careful as to not alert the intruder in my kitchen. I was trying to drift off to sleep, after a long day of studying for my exams. The life of a college kid was both fulfilling and draining. I tried to get some much-needed rest when I heard metal cutlery clanging against each other. Someone must be in the kitchen. Someone who was an uninvited guest.

As I enter the kitchen, I could see something furry on one of the kitchen countertops, ruffling through my spoons and forks, and lifting out a small knife. I only noticed when it turned to look at me, that it looked familiar. It looked like my old teddy bear. Those with the brown color cliche.

“Hello, Thomas”, he said, in a voice that sounded like a deranged madman.

My mouth hung wide open like a trap door. The baseball bat fell out of my hands and changed on the floor. I was gobsmacked. “Firstly, you can talk this whole time?”, I asked in fascination and curiosity. I mean, it’s not often you get to see a talking teddy bear. “Secondly, how did you find out where I live? Finally, why did you come here?”.

“For payback!” he bellowed angrily, “You abandoned me! After so many promises that we’d play together, forever! Left me for your college buddies!”

At this, I facepalmed and sighed. “Dude, I grew up! I moved on. Everyone moves on from their childhood at some point. How dumb are you to believe a promise made by a six-year-old kid?”

“I don’t care!” He snarled at me and jumped off the counter. “Now, it’s time I had my revenge!” He held the knife with his two hands, in what I could assume was a menacing or intimidating sign.

I raised an eyebrow at the teddy bear, “I’m literally eight times taller than you. I highly doubt that you’ll put up much of a fight against me”.

Whether he was confident or plain stupid, I couldn’t tell, but he ran towards me with the knife. He tried to stab my foot, the only part he could attempt to stab on account of his height, with no luck. The knife fell out of his grip, and for a moment, he seemed disappointed in his inability to inflict any harm on me.

I picked him up with my hand and walked towards the door. “Okay, I’m not dealing with an annoying, wannabe bloodthirsty teddy bear. Seriously, Chucky does a better job of scaring me…and he’s just a fictional movie character.” I exit the house, with the bear wriggling in my hand, and proceed to the trash bins outside.

Teddy kept threatening to do unspeakable acts to me. “I swear, I’m going to get my revenge! I’m going to slit your stomach and pull your guts out!”

“Ah, shut up!” I shout out loud, as I slam the lid of the bin in irritation. “I’ve got enough to deal with as is.” I march straight to my house, and get into bed, getting some much-needed sleep.