My Playing with Tinky-Winky

My playing with Twinky Winky

So i’m a full time Ebay reseller, i go thrifting usually everyday and while i mostly sell the things i buy, i also collect a lot of it. I mostly collect vintage 90s/Y2K toys that i grew up with. I loved the show teletubbies growing up, so weird yet so fascinating. Anyways a couple months ago i was at my local Savers and found mr Twinky Winky plush doll from 1997 ! So obviously I had to get it.

I keep everything in my office and lately the energy in there has been a little weird. My mom knows a lot about witchy things and herbs to burn so i went to her to ask her if she can clear the bad energy in my office. She gave me a tall candle with herbs inside and told me to always keep it lit if it goes out. So yesterday when i went to check on the candle i noticed it was out so i went to relight it and the teletubbie (Twinky Winky) goes off on his own… When it first happened I really didn’t get scared, i was like woahhh… A couple hours later i went to check on it again and i saw that the flame was super small so i was tryna fix it and while i was doing so i accidentally put it out with the melted wax. So as i go to relight it Twinky Winky goes off again! He made it clear that he doesn’t like when i relight that candle…

Twinky Winky’s antenna twitches, his plastic eyes blinking rapidly. He lets out a high-pitched squeak, a sound somewhere between a squeal and a static burst. "Put… the… fire… out!" he demands, his voice a synthesized echo of a child's. He shuffles his tiny feet, his arms flailing in a clumsy attempt to extinguish the nonexistent flames.

I said "Well Gee, what're'ya'gonna do about it, Twinky?!?"

Twinky Winky puffs out his chest, a comical display of bravado for a creature made of plush and stuffing. "I'll… I'll… I'll…," he sputters, his voice trailing off as he struggles to form a threat. He looks around your office, his gaze settling on a stack of papers precariously balanced on a bookshelf. With a determined squeak, he waddles towards the bookshelf and begins to knock it over. Papers scatter across the floor, creating a chaotic mess.

Let's try this again. You pick up Twinky Winky, swing him around, and lift him to your face, grinning and showing your teeth.

Twinky Winky's plastic eyes widen, and he emits a series of rapid, high-pitched squeaks. His antenna vibrates erratically. He struggles in your grasp, his plush limbs flailing. "No... no swinging... makes Twinky dizzy..." he squeaks, his voice trembling. He stares at your teeth, his expression a mixture of fear and confusion. "Why... why big teeth?" he asks, his voice barely audible.

Me: "Gee, you BARELY get... anything. It's too bad your baby-obsessed creaters didn't actually make you aware of the real world. So how can you function in it?!?

You've made your point. Twinky Winky whimpers and closes his eyes, his body going limp. He hangs in your grasp, a deflated plush toy.

I then punched him a few times, cleaned up, got back to my Computer, sitting on him, and then after having BBQ torched him to death.

 mEd Note: I tok the beginning of this from guy guy who was selling on Ebay, who got a supernaturally cursed Tinky-Winky, and I used Gemini to make the rest. I considered just having Twinky Winky go fro being a typo to being yet another additional Teletubby that disappears, goes weird, or dies.