Something screams from above, followed by high-pitched "WEEEEHH" as another Cyran plushie falls on court mage's face and starts.. biting his nose? Oh yeah, that was definitely a bite. Not painful tho, just annoying. Doesn't quite feels like real teeth, too dull, maybe wood or something like that?

As magister tries to pull little beast away from his face small piece of paper in it's pocket caught Cyran's attention.

"Belongs to magister Eather. If escapes – please return in couple hours, I love him very much but he keeps biting me, I need some peace.

Return address: anywhere you like, I'll hear the screams anyway(unfortunately).

P. S. Please do not teleport, he doesn't take it very well.

Injured magister Eather. "

"Delivery! No sign or payment need."

The delivery man started reading a piece of paper.

"Dear Magister Cyran

I hope this message find you well. I want to show my gratitude to you for all the responses and reactions you have been giving. They have been helping with my stress these past few weeks.

This will be the last message until I can find any free time to do anything again.

I hope you will love my gift. Until next time."

The delivery man mumbled something.

"GATE!" He'd shouted before he disappeared.

A weird gate appeared. A small creature popped out of the gate.

"Weeh!" The small plushie-like creature that looks strangely similair to the current cheif court mage. It seem to weigh around two kilograms.

"Weh?" Another one popped out.

"Weeeh!?" And another one.

"Weh!" "Weeeeeeh!" "Weeeh?!?" They kept popping out of the gate. They're around fifteen of them. A small army of small devilish creatures started surrounding the big courterpart of them. They all looked up at Cyran.

(I just want to give Cyran a heart attack. :))

(Love your works. Thank you for these past few weeks. It really helped me a lot.)

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!!!

... ah.

Who?!

Hgrrr!

That devilish creature has been taken back to where it belongs - another dimension.

... weh?

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............

It's expression still as blank as ever. Remaining very oddly, almost suspiciously silent as it starts breathing a bit more heavily. Like a realisation dawning upon it, knowing that it doesn't know how to get back home. Its nubby hands began drumming against the floor with increasing frantic until-

"WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!!!!"

It shrieks out in agitated panic and in the blink of an eye before Cyran could react in time, the plush launches itself right towards his face. The force and impact surprisingly as strong as a hit from a huge fist with all a warrior's might packed into a punch.

Whatever is the matter now?

Ah!!!

Hgnh...

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w-w-w-w...

WE--!!

Weeeh weeeh.

Weeeeeeeeeeeh.

Weeeh! Weh, weeeeeeeh, wee-eeeeeeh weh!

WeeeeeeeEEEEEEEeeeeeeh! Weh weh weh weh weeeeh!

WEEEH!

Weeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhh...