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No, this has nothing to do with the cereal, and yes, this is exactly what you think it is. This is an alternative paranormal game for those who want to keep their haunted stuffed animals rather than destroy them like how One Man Hide and Seek instructs them to do in its final steps. The reason why it's called Mr. Frankenberry is because it's named after Frankenstein's Monster from Frankenstein and Mr. Raspberry Jam from GTA 5. Now, full-blown warning that what you invite in will be weird and strange but also sweet and cuddly. It is a creature of pure, unfiltered id. And once you start, you must finish. It does not like quitters. Interestingly enough, some people are afraid of stuffed animals because of the uncanny valley, which is similarly found in dolls. There's even the TVTropes' Killer Teddy Bear and Sealed Evil in a Teddy Bear that exploits this fear in media. In a nutshell, even the cute can be deadly.

Participants:

One. This is just between you and Mr. Frankenberry.

Ingredients:

Stuffed Animal. The older and more worn, the better. A teddy bear is traditional but anything will do.

Used Underwear. They must have been worn by you for at least twelve hours, regardless of how long ago it was.

Scissors. Not plastic, not safety scissors. They must be able to cut. If you don't have one, anything with a blade will do.

Lancet. This will help get your blood out.

Bottle Cap. This will hold your drops of blood.

Enclosed Space. Make sure that you will not be interrupted for at least an hour.

Instructions:

Sit Facing Your Stuffed Animal. "This is a lonely place. I have brought you company." Take the pair of underwear, hold them tightly in your fist, and press them against your stomach to impart your scent, your heat, and your essence. "This is a cold place. I have brought you warmth." Now, carefully, using the scissors, pry off one of the stuffed animal's eyes (making sure to not cut the fabric of its body, only the thread holding the eye) with deliberate force, not gentle care (you are performing a mutilation). Place the removed eye in the bottle cap. "This is a blind place. I have given you sight." Prick your finger and let three drops of your blood fall onto the removed eye. "We see with the same eye now. We are bound." Place the stuffed animal on its back. Position the bottle cap with the bloodied eye on its chest, over where its heart would be.

Call It What It Is. Lean close to the stuffed animal, your lips almost touching its fabric. "I see you. I know what you are. You are a friend. You are grit and madness stuffed. You are a secret thought. You are Mr. Frankenberry." Upon speaking this name, you must immediately turn off all lights, plunging the room into absolute darkness. Sit in it and do not speak, do not move, and do not turn on the light, no matter what you hear, for you will surely hear things. First, a faint rustling like cloth shifting, and then, a soft, wet sound like something licking its lips. You may feel a sensation of being watched from a point in the room that is not where you left it.

Wait For An Hour. Use a watch with a light or your phone's screen to check the time—do not turn on a flashlight or room light. If the hour passes and all is silent, you have failed, the ritual is over, and you should dispose of all components separately and never speak of it again. If you succeed, turn on the light. Its single remaining eye will seem to hold sentience that will not be seen by others unless it chooses to be (and it rarely does). It will hide in the shadows of your room, in the corners of your eyes, etc. You may find it staring at you, its coppery smell reminiscent of blood and old candy. It hates being ignored and demands acknowledgment. And all that it really wants... is to be part of your life.

A Tribute To Mr. Raspberry Jam, Who Died A Noble Death

To the wonders and the horrors you have witnessed through your beady eyes.

“Two friends united by a psychopath. Running miles and miles on the roads of life.” There is no more beautiful story than that of Bodhi and Mr. Jam! ♥