Just a little one - aren't they all? I don't own anything but Auldearn.
Auldearn and Mr Cuddles II were just sitting on the shelf in Vlad's room one night, minding their own business, when the door opened and a large object was shoved through. Mr Cuddles thought he caught a glimpse of Renfield before the door swung shut. Then the cuddly toys focused their attention on the mass of fluff on the floor.
Where am I? Wolfie's teddy mumbled. Auldearn and Mr Cuddles exchanged significant looks. This toy sounded very young and lost, and would require careful handling.
You're in Vladimir's room, Auldearn began in a voice not unlike that of an elderly headmaster, kind but firm. Why don't you tell us your name, good chap? There was a long pause.
Am I in trouble? The huge toy wondered.
No, Mr Cuddles began, with a glare at Auldearn, you're alright. We just want to know who you are. I'm Mr Cuddles the second, and this is Auldearn.
There was another hesitant pause, then the strange toy answered.
Pup. My name's Pup. He didn't look like a pup; he looked like a bear, but they didn't argue – Pup was speaking again. Who belongs to you? Auldearn shot a sideways glance at Mr Cuddles; he couldn't go revealing his boy's secrets, after all.
Vlad's my boy, said Mr Cuddles, who belongs to you?
At that moment the door opened again, just a fraction, and a pair of big dark eyes peered into the room before a huge smile appeared underneath them. Wolfie scampered in, gathered up his toy, and looked up – straight at Mr Cuddles and Auldearn.
A moment passed in which he tilted his head curiously, taking in the sight. Then the boy waved Pup's paw at the pair, and scampered away, dragging the bear almost his size with him. The door swung shut.
Well, Auldearn said at length, that was odd.