Your eyes go wide as the former OSHA inspector approaches you, and bolt into one of the offices. You slam the door behind you, lock it and turn around, eye wide and panting and exhausted from all the running around and panicking. You eye fall upon a large stuffed kangaroo. Though you realize this should send you into yet another panic, you're too tired from the panicking you've already done, so instead you lean against the door breathing heavily, your arms splayed outward as you try to catch your breath.
Thankfully, she doesn't appear to have noticed you, or at least she hasn't acknowledged your presence. She holds two crochet hooks in her plush paws and appears to be creating something from light blue yarn. She hums idly to herself while she focuses in on her knitting. Finally after a few seconds she gives you a sidelong glance.
"Rough day, dear?" she asks. You don't reply. Your mind only just now catching up with the bizarre occurrences over the last few minutes. You've watched plush creatures grabbing and transforming humans into more plush creatures. This doesn't happen, not even in your weirder dreams. Plus you've been chased into an office with one of them.
"Hmmm...?" she says noticing you haven't spoken. You simply squeak in reply. "Oh, you poor dear. You'r positively petrified." she says. She grabs the office chair at the desk she's crocheting behind and gives it a pat "Come on over here sweetie, you're safe with me." she says. The way she speaks is strangely reassuring. It's a soft and warm voice, and it's rhythm almost seems like a song. Just listening to causes your breathing to slow down, and your heart to stop pounding in your chest. You look behind you at the door, the opaque white glass shows several shadows gathered outside the door. Their shapes leave no doubt that the plush creatures are waiting behind you.
"Don't worry, even I'm not like them. If I was you wouldn't have lasted this long without a big snuggily roo hug." she says. You realize she has a point. With those to powerful back legs she probably could have cleared the office and been on top of you before you had a chance to turn around. You walk over to the office chair and sit down. You bury your face in your hands and lean forward in the chair.
"I just...I mean how does something like this even..." you stammer.
"Mmmhmmm..."she says soothingly, you feel her paws gently kneeding the back of your neck as though she was gently scratching it "...when I changed I had the same reaction. Fortunately I'd been doing mediation for years, so I was able to focus on keeping my mind intact for the most part anyway. I wasn't as much into sewing as I am now. But I don't have the same...needs that the others do." she says. You look up to see her face smiling comfortingly at you.
"How am I going to get out of here? I take a step outside this office those things are going to..." your throat chokes up at the thought of it. She lets out a small "aww..." and wraps her plush arms around you. It's something that should have made you panic immediately, but somehow she seems trustworthy. So much so that she's already hugging you and stroking your hair before it occurs to you to be frightened. Sensing your apprehension she backs away, though she keeps her paws on your shoulders.
"See? My hugs are totally safe. And as far as those overly affectionate plushies out there, don't you worry. I've got a plan." she says. With that she takes her hands off of you and opens up her pouch. She's a large kangaroo and her pouch looks as if it could easily fit you. "You crawl in here and there's no way they'll turn you into something awful."
"Uhh..." you say dubiously.
"I've already proven that my hugs don't do anything except make you feel better, right?" she says. She holds her pouch open for you and looks you at you with eyes half closed and a comforting smile on her face. You can't help but smile back, glad to have finally someone you can trust in this plush, furry madhouse.