06-19-2017, 10:14 AM
It was as if someone managed to perform a resurrection. the seemingly lifeless Bobby Worthing shot up to his feet with inhuman speed, looking around to see what touched him. Little did he know that, at his feet, was a teddy bear wearing a top hat and monacle, who had been knocked over when the head he was stroking rocketed upwards. Bobby continued to look around, unaware of his friend below.
"Hel-... Never mind"
He then lowered his voice so nobdy around would be able to hear him.
"They're gonna think you're craaaazyyyy, keep it dowwwwwn!"
"Sir, you're ok!"
Clamping himself to his owner's leg was a jubilant Sir Reginald, his dull, felt teeth poking out mischievously from between his lips as he grinned.
"Reginald! Oh you silly billy, I always knew you understood me, but you never said anything. Are you ok? Do you need a drink? A salmonwich?"
Crouching down, Bobby scooped up his companion somewhat roughly and squeezed him close to his busom, his mood immediately lifted.
"If I may say so sir, I'm experiencing a bit of a twang. May one suggest a slight easing of the affectionate embrace?"
"Oh, sorry."
Nuzzling his cheek against Reginald's furry little ears, he started to tear up, albeit for the opposite reason you may have expected from someone as incredibly lacking in mental fortitude as him.
"I don't always hurt you, do I?"
"Occasionally, when you are particularly upset, but I know you are hurting more than me when it happens, so stiff upper lip as they say! We all have our burdens to bear!"
"Or to human! Because, like, you're a bear, and-"
"Very witty, good sir. Indubitably so."
Fortunately for Reginald, Bobby didn't know the meaning of the word. Perhaps, in fact, that is why the little bear didn't either.
"How did you get here, anyway? Some weird man visited me when I was dreaming and took me away."
"Rohypnol?"
"No, Omni. Who are you talking about?"
"Oh, nobody sir. In fact, I was brought here by your overwhelming desire for companionship. The Omnilium in you left your being in order to manifest in physical form what you see before you."
"... Bearifest."
"Most indubitably. It is technically possible for you to summon any living being from your experience into this world, or perhaps even to create entirely new beings or objects!"
"Like Mumsy?"
"Well, um, she's, maybe... She's not... How about Sylvester?"
"Ooh! Or Cuddles!"
"Or Sylvester. Preferably Sylvester. Oh, he must be so lonely all alone with the softies, no others like him around, not like that lucky Cuddles!"
Reginald chortled, though this was more out of awkwardness than actually finding humour in what was transpiring.
"You're right, Reginald, as always! You've always been so smart!"
"Well, yes, I suppose so. I'm not always right though, for instance, often your dearest Mumsy knows more than-"
"Okay! I'll call Mumsy instead of Sylvester!"
"NO NO NO NO no no no nonono, She's, um... Still resting. Yes. So sleepy, you know how she gets sometimes! Maybe she's already out here somewhere anyway, yes? I'm sure your mother dearest and Cuddles are taking good care of each other. Really good care of each other. Let us rescue Sylvester instead!"
Those experienced in the body language of teddy bears could see Reginald was wracked with guilt for his deception - or at least half of it - but he knew that there was no way Bobby would be able to cope with what transpired. Not yet.
"Take a seat and I'll sit beside you. I'll talk you through what needs to happen."
Following orders, Worthing put his furry friend on the floor in the most gingerly manner, so slowly in fact that Reginald started attempting to step forward before his tiny leather paw-pads quite reached the ground. When he was finally free to move, he sat down right next to Bobby as he said he would. However, due to his short appendages, he couldn't cross his legs schoolboy style like Bobby did.
"Now, what you need to do is close your eyes. Take a really deep breath in-"
Bobby immediately gasped as strongly as he could and with cheeks puffed out like a hamsters.
"No, that, I... Ugh. I'm afraid it has to be indubitably more slowly than that. An easy inhale, and after that an easy exhale. Now, try again."
The manchild squeezed his cheeks to force the air out of his mouth before then exhaling like an ordinary person would. Then, as instructed, the breath in and the breath out.
"Good, now keep doing that. What I want you to do is think of Sylvester, as much as you can. The memories you have shared, the emotions you have felt, the bond you share with... You know, that rock. That very lucky rock. That you love very much. Which isn't weird."
"You're right, it isn't! Everyone deserves to live the hug life!"
"Ap ap ap ap! No talkies for now, just thinkies. Can you do that for me, Sir? Can you do that for Sylvester?"
Once again obeying instructions like the good little boy he is, Bobby continued his deep breathing with his eyes closed, which was probably for the best; as the wisp of light slowly started to materialise before him, one can only imagine that such a visual distraction would bring Bobby right out of his contemplative state.
"Hel-... Never mind"
He then lowered his voice so nobdy around would be able to hear him.
"They're gonna think you're craaaazyyyy, keep it dowwwwwn!"
"Sir, you're ok!"
Clamping himself to his owner's leg was a jubilant Sir Reginald, his dull, felt teeth poking out mischievously from between his lips as he grinned.
"Reginald! Oh you silly billy, I always knew you understood me, but you never said anything. Are you ok? Do you need a drink? A salmonwich?"
Crouching down, Bobby scooped up his companion somewhat roughly and squeezed him close to his busom, his mood immediately lifted.
"If I may say so sir, I'm experiencing a bit of a twang. May one suggest a slight easing of the affectionate embrace?"
"Oh, sorry."
Nuzzling his cheek against Reginald's furry little ears, he started to tear up, albeit for the opposite reason you may have expected from someone as incredibly lacking in mental fortitude as him.
"I don't always hurt you, do I?"
"Occasionally, when you are particularly upset, but I know you are hurting more than me when it happens, so stiff upper lip as they say! We all have our burdens to bear!"
"Or to human! Because, like, you're a bear, and-"
"Very witty, good sir. Indubitably so."
Fortunately for Reginald, Bobby didn't know the meaning of the word. Perhaps, in fact, that is why the little bear didn't either.
"How did you get here, anyway? Some weird man visited me when I was dreaming and took me away."
"Rohypnol?"
"No, Omni. Who are you talking about?"
"Oh, nobody sir. In fact, I was brought here by your overwhelming desire for companionship. The Omnilium in you left your being in order to manifest in physical form what you see before you."
"... Bearifest."
"Most indubitably. It is technically possible for you to summon any living being from your experience into this world, or perhaps even to create entirely new beings or objects!"
"Like Mumsy?"
"Well, um, she's, maybe... She's not... How about Sylvester?"
"Ooh! Or Cuddles!"
"Or Sylvester. Preferably Sylvester. Oh, he must be so lonely all alone with the softies, no others like him around, not like that lucky Cuddles!"
Reginald chortled, though this was more out of awkwardness than actually finding humour in what was transpiring.
"You're right, Reginald, as always! You've always been so smart!"
"Well, yes, I suppose so. I'm not always right though, for instance, often your dearest Mumsy knows more than-"
"Okay! I'll call Mumsy instead of Sylvester!"
"NO NO NO NO no no no nonono, She's, um... Still resting. Yes. So sleepy, you know how she gets sometimes! Maybe she's already out here somewhere anyway, yes? I'm sure your mother dearest and Cuddles are taking good care of each other. Really good care of each other. Let us rescue Sylvester instead!"
Those experienced in the body language of teddy bears could see Reginald was wracked with guilt for his deception - or at least half of it - but he knew that there was no way Bobby would be able to cope with what transpired. Not yet.
"Take a seat and I'll sit beside you. I'll talk you through what needs to happen."
Following orders, Worthing put his furry friend on the floor in the most gingerly manner, so slowly in fact that Reginald started attempting to step forward before his tiny leather paw-pads quite reached the ground. When he was finally free to move, he sat down right next to Bobby as he said he would. However, due to his short appendages, he couldn't cross his legs schoolboy style like Bobby did.
"Now, what you need to do is close your eyes. Take a really deep breath in-"
Bobby immediately gasped as strongly as he could and with cheeks puffed out like a hamsters.
"No, that, I... Ugh. I'm afraid it has to be indubitably more slowly than that. An easy inhale, and after that an easy exhale. Now, try again."
The manchild squeezed his cheeks to force the air out of his mouth before then exhaling like an ordinary person would. Then, as instructed, the breath in and the breath out.
"Good, now keep doing that. What I want you to do is think of Sylvester, as much as you can. The memories you have shared, the emotions you have felt, the bond you share with... You know, that rock. That very lucky rock. That you love very much. Which isn't weird."
"You're right, it isn't! Everyone deserves to live the hug life!"
"Ap ap ap ap! No talkies for now, just thinkies. Can you do that for me, Sir? Can you do that for Sylvester?"
Once again obeying instructions like the good little boy he is, Bobby continued his deep breathing with his eyes closed, which was probably for the best; as the wisp of light slowly started to materialise before him, one can only imagine that such a visual distraction would bring Bobby right out of his contemplative state.