Uhm, flattered, I suppose? But also, very confused as to /why/ someone would've made a plushie of me.

(Rese was having a nice rest as a loaf on Pickles' bed, and woke up to this notification)

(As he read the question, he started to recount the agony he felt, how helpless he was, and the panic... his /fear/. He can't help but hyperventilate after recounting everything)

(Rese quickly sends a "9" and turns off his phone, as he's trying to calm himself down before Pickles could see him like this)