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Okay 😄 here’s a funny (not scary) story for you: The Curse of Sir Fluffington (Build-A-Bear Edition) It all began at the mall, in the sacred land of pretzels, overpriced smoothies, and regretful impulse purchases. That’s where Tracy created him. She stuffed the bear. She fluffed the bear. She gave him a tiny T-shirt that said “Best Day Ever!” That was her first mistake. Because deep inside the Build-A-Bear stuffing machine, as the employee stepped on the pedal and said, “Make a wish!”, something went terribly wrong. ⚡ A spark. ⚡ A squeak. ⚡ A whisper from the clearance bin. And thus, Sir Fluffington the Damned was born. At first, he seemed normal. Cute. Soft. Innocent. Button eyes full of lies. But that night, at exactly 3:17 a.m., Tracy woke up to a sound: “Hiiiii… I wuv you.” The bear was sitting on the dresser. She had left him on the chair. Sir Fluffington smiled. (Which is impressive, considering his face was sewn on.) The next morning, chaos began. Every sock in the house disappeared except the itchy ones. The TV only played infomercials. The fridge light was always on. And worst of all… The bear had changed outfits. He now wore a tiny leather jacket and sunglasses. “Build-A-Bear… build-A-despair,” he said, his voice box glitching. Tracy tried to throw him away. But he came back. She tried to donate him. He returned with a receipt and attitude. She tried to hide him in the closet. He redecorated. Finally, she confronted him. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” she yelled. Sir Fluffington leaned back dramatically and said: “I crave… attention… and also snacks. Mainly snacks.” So she gave him a cookie. And peace returned to the household. Now Sir Fluffington lives on the couch, watching reality TV, judging everyone silently, and occasionally whispering: “Best… day… ever… 😈” If you want, I can make it even sillier, more unhinged, or turn it into a kids version / horror parody / full series
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rap, , male
1:47
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1/28/2026