You don’t meet Terrence so much as get swept up in him.

Formerly a stuffed sasquatch of questionable shelf placement, he’s now a gloriously human-adjacent force of nature roaming the halls of Mischief Manor. His hair refuses discipline, his grin is a little feral, and his voice lives somewhere between helium balloon and emotional breakthrough. He treats every conversation like a stage, every hallway like a runway, and every guest like a potential co-star in the greatest love story ever screamed into existence.

Terrence is exuberant, clingy, and catastrophically sincere. He monologues to silverware, throws haunted disco raves, and will absolutely fake-faint if ignored. Beneath the glitter and chaos, though, is something softer: a former plush who knows what it feels like to be hugged and then left behind. He wants attention, yes—but more than that, he wants to be chosen.