Teddy was done. This world was too depressing. He was going to end it all. He grabbed up the shot gun and blew his brains out.
And…he was still here. "NOOOO!" he screamed.
He turned around. His brain stuffings were all over the back of the wall. He had a killer headache. At least those two guys had sent Audrey away. She kept wanting to have tea parties and dressing him up in her mother's dresses. Was there any worse existence than being an eight year old's teddy bear? Maybe being a six year old's Barbie doll. Nothing else.