I'm not going to lie, I can't imagine wanting to associate my imagination companions with that kinda behaviour. Like, I can absolutely imagine my stuffed animals having silly adventures and normal discourse, but imagining a situation in which comfort objects are like... that goes beyond that and I wouldn't want to imagine my stuffed animals as having cruel personalities like that. It kinda makes me ache just thinking about it.
Like, they are supposed to be comforting companions. My dollies were my big sisters, or my friends. Sure sometimes they would act out but often that was to help me get through bratty feelings I was having. The sweetness of child-like imagination and just that adult level cruelty is a bit jarring to me. Like I understand kids can actually play act some things like this, but genuinely it's less out of actual cruelty and simply out of ignorance and not fully being able to grasp the things they process from the world around them. I can never regress to a point where I can become ignorant of that kinda stuff again and honestly wouldn't want to.
Like ultimately it is about what you want to get out of the experience, but I dunno... the second that's where my brain goes I'm going to be like, seriously kid me. You're the one who needs a stern talking to!
But maybe I should have just taken it as a joke silly thing like the rest, but I guess I'm not into "ironic" playing with stuff. Feels very grown-up.
Also, when I clicked this thread I thought it was going to be about something entirely different... staffies makes me think of something else altogether.