Ted looked himself over. He had a grappling hook, a flask of water (well, okay, a dollar store water bottle), and the most important part of all: a stylish hat. One couldn’t go exploring an ancient ruin without a stylish hat, after all!

He stood at the threshold of the ruins. Some would say that it was the front door of his house and... yes, it was. Some might also say that it was standing perfectly fine, not ruins, but to them he would say to look inside. It was, quite truly, a ruined landscape in there. Some might say that neglecting housecleaning for several months does not create a ruin, but unlike them, he had a sense of adventure! He knew there was treasure to be found in there, and so he entered!

First, he was greeted by the entryway. It looked so benign, so... relatively orderly, despite looking like what most would describe as absolute chaos. This part of the ruins was one he was well familiar with, having such familiar features as the legendary Couch of Sleeping On and the magnificent Coffee Table of Meal Devouring. But he wasn’t here for the familiar. He was here for adventure!

So too did the first part of the hallway look relatively orderly. This part was also quite familiar, as he would occasionally take this pathway in order to reach the legendary Throne of Porcelain. However, he would go far beyond this familiar point to venture into the ruins themselves, into the subterranean layer known as the basement.

Right from the beginning, the descent into the underground was treacherous. The steps down were littered with all sorts of traps that threatened to trip him up. A paint can, a stray tennis ball, oh hey that’s where that jacket went...

Once he had finally reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw that the perils of this journey had only just begun. All around him was a mishmash of items, of varying levels of uselessness, piled high. He could tell just by looking at it that the structural integrity was low. One false move and he might bring these ruins down upon himself. He had to be very careful.

And so, he wandered through the ruins, carefully stepping over uneven ground, even avoiding a tripwire (or perhaps it was some stray yarn) along the way. Soon, he found himself nearing what he felt to likely be the innermost part of the ruins. The various objects strewn about formed a pile here, and on that pile he found an ancient-looking object he had never seen before, resembling a scepter made of various scraps of cloth sewn together.

He grabbed the scepter without hesitation, promptly starting to wave it around, trying to figure out what it did. The scepter quickly responded, ribbons of multi-hued light forming from the tip and spinning around him, becoming brighter and brighter.

The results came swiftly. His nose turned into a small and pink animal-like nose before his eyes, as he saw his mouth and nose push out into a short, cream-fuzz-covered muzzle. He felt his muzzle with his free hand, then the side of his head. Not only did it feel soft and fuzzy, but it felt perhaps TOO soft. He pressed against the side of his head, encountering not the hard resistance of a skull but instead a feeling as if he were pressing on a plushie. He reached farther up his head, discovering two long, soft ears.

He looked down, finding himself without a shirt. Instead, he saw his white-fuzzed chest and belly. His transformed torso looked so much simpler in shape now. His arms were changing too, covering his arms in cream fuzz, before finally his hands were covered as well. Now, they were simplified, padless forepaws, lacking individual digits. Nonetheless, he still managed to keep hold of the scepter.

He looked down again. Now his pants and shoes were gone, his legs and feet now covered in cream-colored fuzz. His feet had become big, cute hind paws, also lacking individual digits. He looked behind himself, discovering that he had a cute little puff tail.

The floor was getting closer, it seemed. No, he was shrinking. It happened quite quickly, until finally he was less than a foot tall, perfectly resembling Fluffles, a bunny plush he misplaced long ago. It seemed its spirit had inhabited the scepter, waiting for a brave explorer such as him to find it.

There was a rumbling sound, as a giant ball of various junk started rolling toward him. It looked like it was time for the brave explorer to make a daring escape.