A Soft Sss

Initial scan complete. Firm wooden planks underneath. I shifted forward—one inch, then another. My cubic frame actually moved on its own. Next to me rests a round blue plush. Methodically, I leaned my soft square forehead against its side, testing the perimeter. A faint, low hiss escaped my fabric: creeper aw man, creeper aw man... It answered only with silent squishiness. Area appears clear of immediate threats.