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SCP-5002 The Plush Snowman

Okay, I think I should note that this is just a draft and a starter story for this SCP. I wanted to get this posted for others to be able to read before I headed to bed for the night. This is also not revised, so that should be noted as well.

Actually, another thing I should note: If you need a visual of what the plush toys look like, then I should note, these are the Webkinz Penguin and Snowman.

Okay I think that's everything. Enjoy!

A daycare teacher walks into work, holding his two plush toys close to him. He can feel the judgement of the directors, his director, and the buildings own. He is used to this judgement and has learned to ignore it to the best of his ability, despite his inner thoughts not wishing to forget.

Clocking in, he hurries to his class. Most of his students are there today, minus the late birds. The building’s regular students are also there, enjoying their time with the tabletop toys, and their new friends. Everything seemed well thus far, all listening and playing happily. If only it was just his students, as well as the head teacher.

He was merely an assistant to the head teacher, who had better control and ability to work with their eccentric children. However, after an accidental kitchen fire, the building was currently in repair, all the teachers and children separated between the nearby sister locations. Sadly, the two teachers were separated, one left with only two of their students, the other, with the rest. He was still learning how to handle the stress with the help of his peers, but now, he was on his own, working with not only his students, but the new students at this building as well. The doubling of the number of students has made it even harder for not only him, but the workers at the sister locations.

Tensions have been high to differing degrees depending on which location everyone was placed. One location barely any change, only receiving a few new students and one teacher. Another with people who talk badly behind other’s backs, causing many arguments between them all. His location all extremely stressed, the large number of children in a once understaffed building now causing chaos between staff and management. The stress of management taken out on their staff have caused strained relationships, some deciding to leave flat out. This stress has made this daycare teacher’s life even more difficult, following the effects of the traumatizing event of smoke filling his classroom, having to scramble his screaming, and crying children out the door, some he must carry due to being frozen in fear. Although no one was hurt, he still feels guilty, not for starting the fire, but for the effects this has had on the children’s minds.

These thoughts went through his mind as he watched the children play together, greeting new children and parents who walk through the classroom doors. More children arrive, parents in a rush to get to work quickly rush in their children as they hurry out. Some children have a fit, others run in happily to play with their friends.

The day goes by as it has since the switch to this new location. First, class time is started with the young man having to lead the class along, currently 19 children in the room, but he knew there were a few more stranglers on their way. One of his students grabbed one of the two plush toys he carried in, a small penguin, and brought it to the rug for class. He was used to this, which was why he always brought two. After class, his final class total was 22, meaning today would require the need for stations to keep the room as clean as he and his new coworker could.

Time passed quickly, the chaos keeping the two teachers on their toes, trying their best to keep the peace between all the kids. The same problem children pushing the buttons of the teachers, while the kind and calm few gave the two comfort the children were unaware of. Lunch quickly passes, the period between lunch and nap dragging on, knowing his break neared once the children were laid down. The kids running around the classroom were rushing off the last brinks of their energy, dancing along to the music so the two teachers could clean the aftermath of lunch. The young woman quickly hurried the children out, while the younger man began to sweep the floor.

Once the cleaning was complete, they both sat, watching the children run and dance, reminding the troublesome few pushing the limits to the dance party. They were beginning to finally reach nap.

After finally laying out all 22 cots, each with their corresponding child, the young man was finally able to take his lunch break. He quickly grabbed his belongings, keys, wallet, and of course the two plush toys he came in with. He waved goodbye, quietly hurrying to the breakroom. He notices his director’s gaze as he begins to clock out, the lower ranks of management working peacefully, but quickly. He had to ignore this once more, rushing to relax upstairs, away from the judgmental stares.

Arriving upstairs showed only two other employees, one from each respective location, sat down on their phones quietly, allowing the young man to quietly enter the room off to the side, a sort of storage room for decorations. Hiding himself in a corner, hugging his two plush toys close to him, he sits quietly, a singular earpiece in his ear to listen to his music. Soon, this gets boring, so he listens to commentaries he’s heard probably a dozen times by now, but this should satisfy him for the next forty-five minutes.

Suddenly, the young man can hear the laughter of his director, as well as the assistant director of this location, as they enter the room. Usually, he would’ve gotten up to leave, but he frankly didn’t care to. People have come and gone while he is in here, seeing and knowing he is in here, but not caring. He keeps the room clean and stays quiet, so they saw no reason to move him. But this has caused him to shrink further into the room, quietly hiding within the decorations, and although they know he’s there, sometimes they forget.

“When are you going to let Tobias know he can’t bring those toys in with him?” He heard the assistant director speak.

He immediately froze, quickly pausing his video to listen closely. Why would they openly talk about him like this? Don’t they know he hides in here, or does that mean they want him to hear? It’s unclear.

“Look,” he hears his director begin. “He uses it to handle his anxiety, especially as of late. He clearly has a lot going on after everything that’s happened.”

He wanted to feel like his director was defending him, but there wasn’t much to trust. She has snapped at him for small things, and never seems to care, but with others, she does. Most times seem to be a misunderstanding due to Tobias’ lack of social cues and easy confusion, but that has never mattered to anyone it seems, except his few coworkers.

“It has been two months since the fire and no one was harmed,” the assistant began, “he needs to move on.”

Tobias quickly felt tears well up in his eyes.

“Yes, but what happened scared him severely, and he was lucky he didn’t inhale too much smoke.”

“He is fine. This company shouldn’t be allowing this kind of behavior. We are professionals, not children.” The assistant’s tone was extremely stern, with an air of superiority in her tone. “I’ve already had two parents complain about this, and I can assure you, even when your building is repaired, there will be more.”

Tobias covers his mouth, feeling a sob catching up to him. He squeezes the two plush in his other arm, trying to quietly take deep breaths. He must remain calm. He can’t have them knowing he can hear their conversation. He should’ve known this would happen soon. This city was known for the strict parents and high value of the people raising their children. But most parents never gave him trouble. In fact, many seemed rather kind, and enjoyed chatting with him, some even asking about his toys, in which his explanation never seemed to be an issue. But why was this such an issue now? What changed?

“I suppose that changes things,” he heard his director continue. “And with the attitude issues he has had complaints about, I think it’s time he receives disciplinary action. He shall be talked to after his break.”

The footsteps are finally heard, as they both leave, allowing him to let out a quiet whimper. Although he knows they’re gone, he doesn’t want his other coworkers to know what’s wrong. Not yet at least. He places the small penguin on the floor next to him, as he squeezes the small snowman in his arms, trying his best to relax his increased nerves. His breathing is sharp and fast, his face covered in still flowing tears, and bringing an arm free to pull at his short brunette hair.

What did he do to deserve this treatment? What could have been done differently to change his fate? Possibly, nothing he did would’ve changed this outcome.

He suddenly feels himself become lightheaded, most likely due to the panic attack that has overtaken his body at this time. But he couldn’t really think much about it, as he lay down on the carpeted floor, quickly and suddenly falling into an unconscious state of mind.

He was quickly awoken by the sound of the fire alarm going off, causing him to violent sit up. The room is full of smoke, the blinding light of the alarm shining through it all, and the blaring sound making everything difficult to deal with. He was momentarily frozen, before quickly grabbing his two plush toys, running down the stairs. He burst through the door with zero thought, seeing the chaos around him.

The directors were running through the smoke, screaming for everyone to get out. He could hear the screams of the children in the classrooms, causing him to rush to his room, needing to find his students.

As he ran, he could see the fire blazing in the kitchen, from where, he couldn’t care less right now. He needed to save his students. He ran in, seeing the other teacher struggling to get all the children out on her own, the classroom full of cots, causing the children to trip as they ran.

Tobias jumped in, grabbing the closest child to him, carrying them carefully to the back door, he himself trying desperately not to trip as he went. Before running back in, he handed the child his two plush toys, telling the child to go to the end of the fence. They had to move one by one, but this allowed them to move more cots out of the way, allowing the children to move more fluently through the room that was rapidly filling with smoke. Tobias and his fellow teacher were left to grab one student each, both of which wouldn’t wake until they were carried out the door.

Once all the children were out, the two teachers ran out, herding the young children together to make sure all are accounted for. Counting once, twice, and a third time just to be safe. Everyone was here and safe.

“Mr. Toby!” One of the children run over to him, pulling him into a tight hug. When the little girl pulled away, she said, “I kept them safe, they helped me!”

He let out a sad chuckle, until he noticed something odd about one of his plush toys.

The penguin seemed fine, but the snowman appeared to have rips in the seams, but most worrying was the red liquid around the nose of the snowman.

This sight made the young man worry, as he began to investigate the child, worried they accidentally were hurt. That was, until the sound of a scream caught everyone’s attention.

“Help!” The sound of one of the older kids could be heard, begging for help. “My mom is bleeding everywhere!”

Tobias recognized this child’s voice, but to be sure, he noticed the young boy, blood covering his hands, tears streaming down his face, confused and afraid. This is the assistant director’s son. But how could this happen? She must’ve been injured trying to save the children, right?

“May I please have my snowman?” Tobias was beginning to have a hard time breathing, so he needed something to hold again.

The child nodded, handing her teacher the plush toy, holding onto the penguin.

As he began to hold the plush snowman, he ignored the hug he received from the small toy, more focused on the small squeak that suddenly came from the plush toy. This wouldn’t be too shocking if the toy didn’t possess any form of a squeaker inside it.

That was when he finally noticed it, the small plush wrapping its arms around him, holding tightly onto his wrist. The subtle tilt of the head moved upwards to make eye contact with him. Tobias is unsure of how to react, or what to even do. How is this even possible? This all must be a dream.

Right?

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