(Story by me incase you didn't read the last part)

I was 6 years old when I was gifted with my pikachu plush. I had loved it and cared for it, until one day when we went on holiday it went missing.

I looked everywhere for it and so did my family, but the owners of the hotel said it was nowhere to be seen.

I remembered how horrible I felt that day. I'm 16 now, and 10 years later it's still missing.

I had lost my interest in it ever since my 8th birthday, but recently I went to a shop and I saw one, getting reminded of it.

It obviously wasn't the same style or brand as it would have been 10 years ago.

I picked the plush up and decided to keep it as souvenir and a memory of my old one. The guy at counter asked if I was over-aged for it, but I simply ignored him.

I walked out the shop looking at plush feeling immense guilt of the last one. I was just a child back then, so if I loose this one I won't be as bothered.

I placed it in my bedroom where it still is now. On my shelf, the same shelf which I had a decade ago, in the same place as my old pikachu.

The next day I woke up and saw it was gone. I looked around confused at where it could have gone. I got out of bed, it was 6am and my roommate was still asleep.

I had a look at the place where it was and saw a small streak of something red. "What the hell?" I asked myself. I turned around and flinched at the sight of it on my bed.

Except it wasn't the plush I had bought this week. It was the one that went missing 10 years ago.

How did I know that? I had written my name on its arm and had seen it.

But it was covered in, what I was guessing, blood. It stained my bed cover and my pillow in a devilish red.

I rushed over to it, in order to get it off my bed, making a sharp pain hit me on my hip. I put my hand on it to make it feel less painful.

With my remaining hand I lashed out at the plush. Was it even a plush anymore? It looked like something from a horror movie.

I grabbed at it just for it to disappear in front of my eyes. I looked around in confusion, my hip still hurting. Suddenly something hit me from behind. Some blood dripped out my mouth and I saw the pikachu yet again.

This time it was sat on top on my cupboard. I tried to reach it despite the pain I was in but it was too high. I opened the cupboard and saw a message written in blood. My blood.

It said:

Best friends, huh?

I had no idea what that meant. I only remembered the fact that I had called it best friend all the time.

But it's a plush... why would it do that?

A sudden pain hit me and I saw blood leak from my leg.

I turned around and flinched at the sight of the pikachu sat on my bed, again, with another message on the wall behind it.

It said:

Some best friend you turned out to be.

My eyes widened and I looked down at the plush. It's eyes looked as if it was following me.

"I'm sorry, ok? I bought the other one as a memory!" I explained.

It disappeared again and I knocked out. So many events had occurred at once that I had no idea what was going on anymore. I woke up in the corner of a room and gasped at what was in front of me.

Yet again the plush was there but another message was written.

Wanna know how it feels like to be lost?

I didn't know what to say. I didn't know where I was. It definitely wasn't a dream since I felt the pain.

But the pain was now gone. In fact I was completely clean. "What—"

I knocked out again. Ugh! What now?

I woke up with a fright and stared at my ceiling. I sat up in my bed and looked around. The plush that I had a decade ago was instead on my shelf, rather than the new one.

I looked at the time and it was 8am. My roommate was still asleep. I at first flinched at the sight of the plush, but it looked normal.

I got out of bed and walked up to it. I picked it up shaking and looked at it. My name was written on the arm, and everything.

To this day I still can't figure out how it got there and what happened that night.

(This is shit.... I had no idea what I was doing. Imma write another one and I'm sure what I'm gonna do next time ^^

Ok bye :3)