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       Tuka had always loved plushes, but never had the time to invest in such a hobby. Everyday on his commute from from college, he would walk past the hobby shop where a 12 inch stuffed bunny would always catch his eye. Sitting in the front window, it was made with cute light brown cotton, and was dressed up in a pair of cute black shorts and a small black top. The boy had wanted to buy it for quite some time, unfortunately he never quite got to it. Then one day, something changed.

        The last thing Tuka remembered was walking through his favorite park late night, before something is soft and pillowy grabbed him from behind. Now he found himself waking up on an extremely comfy couch staring at a snow white ceiling. The young man could hear dozens of voices around him, and quickly realized he wasn't alone. Sitting up, he found himself in a large white lobby-like room with a few dozen other people. The walls were strangely rounded in the corners and there were rows of white couches lined up back to backup like seats at an airport, each of them was made of white cotton with a simple but fancy rectangular design. Other than that the room is completely empty, there weren't even any doors, and some of the occupants in the room locked looked flustered and uneasy. By looks of it, they were all around his age of 18, talking is amongst each other trying to make sense of their situation. Some of the occupants were still asleep, but they were waking up one by one as they began examining their surroundings. 

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