Big Bear the Suicidal teddy
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It wasn't always like this. In the beginning Big Bear was loved by his owner like any other teddy. They would go outside together and play, have tea parties, and laugh all day. But as times moved on she began to grow college would be a new experience for the both of them. But like other things he was slowly forgotten. Pushed to the side his heart broke and he slowly fell into depression. What was the point in living anymore? What was his reason too? And so the bear that she had come to love felt unlovable.
Just then he developed a stomach ulcer that led to an immediate seizer and then heart attack and died; or so we thought. Since then life hasn't been the same as hard as he tries he slowly begins to realize;
Teddy bears can't die.
Tactics! is what Big bear thought. What might look like bamboo plant feed in his little paw was a fatal poison that he couldn't pronounce. And if this didn't work he'd use the other household cleaners to do the job. What better way to go then in a preserved corpse? he chuckled before he downsed the wicked liquid.
The bottle not even halfway empty has left his body numb! He swore under his breath. His lungs losing the capacity to move.
He thought back to the times where he and his beautiful owner would sit outside in the summer sun drinking tea and discussing the weather how ironic he thought that the last thing he'd drink would be his end.
The funeral march playing in the background and his body prepared. The evidence of his evil deed lay between his legs; chains to the depths of hell. Never truly knowing the joys of heaven.
The most appropriate funeral,
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"Time for Plan B," He thought. A butter knife can be sharp as an axe if need be.
Gently set it up right an say your goodbyes
Oh the days we spent buttering our muffins big bear thought with dismay but onward he went raising the blade.
Another ending. The knife that served to shorten his own life and sever any chance to heaven bounding him to the eternal impalement awaiting in hell.
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So to his dismay it would seem that plan A and B both failed but at times like this failures shouldn't bring you down.
In fact the best thing to do at this point is to look up and enjoy life.
yes! climb to what future awaits you!
shooting for the stars and never backing down!
enjoying a bit of last moment scenery.
could even the stars even predicted such an outcome? a fall into the pits of hell no longer able to climb toward the gates of heaven.
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But wait! if it is true that teddy bears can't die then where does he turn now? His desperations have been rendered useless and he is now left with hopelessness.
Or will he find another way to avenge his grievances?
Hehehehehehehe
HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!!!
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