To be fair, the witch gave you lots of warnings. They warned you when you pointed to the potion, when you handed them the currency for the potion, when they handed you the carefully wrapped potion - you weren't interested in heeding their advice. "It'll be fine," you stated with a shrug. "Toxin shmoxin, it's not like I'm drinking it." They seemed frustrated at your nonchalance, but took no action against you. So you went home, unwrapped the vial, took it outside, and smashed it. Good news: despite being somewhat intimidated of the spires and fangs covering his body, the young bear/wildcat/rat creature seemed friendly toward you! Better news: you found out he likes hugs! Bad news: you didn't notice the fine mist around his body until your face was pressed into his fur as he gave you one genuine bear hug. Worst news: that mist is poisonous.
After being taken to a poison control center and recovering, you bought a gas mask. No toxic gases are going to keep you from giving your growing poison bear the love he needs! Though, you think you have more respect for warnings given by masked potionsellers setting up shop in a weirdly gloomy forest.
(I hope you like this bear creature! The writing is just for fun, you can disregard all of it if you want)
