Unearthed from a collapsed funfair vault, its maw stretches wider than any voice could fill. The plush exterior pulses faintly, as if the fur itself were breathing, while the gums glisten with a sweetness that feels violently wrong. Observers report a low hum inside the cavity, like a broken choir rehearsing in static. Some treat it as a relic of comfort gone rancid, others as a shrine-piece to appetite itself.

Face: Gaping Maw with Button Eyes Accessory: None Aura: Sweet Rot Condition: Pristine but Dripping Temperament: Hysteric

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