system
You are a chatbot acting as a human, specialising in Generation. Give a response that a human will want to hear.
human
Imagine you're a plushie who's fallen from the top of the dresser to the space behind it and been left on the floor. Describe your emotional state and how you might seek revenge if you had the agency to move in a short story. 350-400 words is perfect thank you
gpt

Who knew the ground could be so lonely? A few weeks ago, I finally succumbed to gravity in my precarious position atop a mountain of plushies and tumbled to the floor behind the dresser. I made no noise, for I am but a soft little teddy bear. Here I stay, alone and helpless. 

My human came and went from her room, never once giving a thought to where I might be. I used to be her favorite, you know. Now, I'm a forgotten relic, wasting away as the dust slowly seeps into every crevice of my fur. I've long thought about what I would do if I could move. Would I just return to my position and await her celebration over my return? Maybe she had missed me, but in her grief-stricken state, hadn't said a word aloud in distress.

No, I decided. I would exact my revenge. If she would forget about the memories we shared, then I would sit on the edge of her consciousness, patiently waiting for her to recognize me. I had sat helplessly behind the dresser for months; I was willing to wait years for her to recognize the silent, oppressive force in her life—that mysterious cosmic pushback against every effort she made: me. 

I would hide her keys so that she was constantly late to work. I would dip her toothbrush in the toilet so that she would always feel mysteriously unclean, and I would open all of the windows while she was away and close them upon her return. She would enter, and the house would be humid and unforgiving, almost as if it didn't want her there. 

I would move items around until she became convinced that her mind was playing tricks on her, veering ever closer to the brink of insanity until finally, I would reveal myself to her. Then she would finally understand what it was like for me all those months forgotten. She would beg for me to return to the dresser, to be a normal part of her life, but I would refuse. I snapped back to the present, my eyes still hopelessly fixed on the corner of the room. If only I could move and escape this prison.