@dialtownfunfair said ;;
[A rapping at his door rattled the hermit; gentle as it had been, every sense of his was on high alert. Any sane person would normally be scared off by his signs, so for anyone to persist and reach his doorstep? He'd have to bring out the "big guns," so to speak.
Stepping forward to his door and peeking out of the peephole, he saw…nothing. Nobody. Unease seeped in as he started to wonder whether he'd imagined the knocking, or whether this was some convoluted way for the mayor to mess with him years down the line.
Slowly, despite every instinct warning against it, he creaked open the door, scanning his eyes in every direction -- until he spotted a decrepit old toy, lying on his doorstep. Again, he glanced around suspiciously before wondering aloud -- ]
❝ Is this…some sorta joke? ❞
-norm for bonbon! since the game takes place in the 2020's im just haha…broken baby bon makin his way to norm's shack lookin for help? (and don't get me wrong, i'm sure norm could patch him up -- after he got over his whole "wtf is technology" shit lmao)
When Bonbon knocks upon the door of an old, unfamiliar shack, he hopes beyond anything that someone was inside. A friendly someone, of course, but quite frankly his expectations were so low that anybody would be enough to please him. He waits there for some time, long enough for his form to droop as if disappointed, but then his sensitive hearing picks up on the smallest of sounds and he blinks.
Somebody was approaching the door.
The rabbit's gaze rises, expectant and curious all in one, and it takes everything in him not to cheer when the wood swings open to reveal... what he can only assume to be either an extremely shy person, or one who's not too fond of their appearance. Who wears a bag on their head? Humans were so silly.
"Um... Sir?" A wave of his paw to draw the other's attention back down, and then a pause. "Ma'am??"
The bag on the person's head obscures their face -- their real one, not the weird one seemingly drawn on -- so Bonbon's wholly unsure whom exactly he's dealing with. The clothes and figure are very manly, but he doesn't assume. Though he's sure the person had spoken the pitch had gone entirely unnoticed, so that doesn't help his case either.
"I'm s-sorry to bother you."
Oh, his voicebox must be damaged. A skip in his words, and Bonbon falters. It's bad enough that he has to put his trust in a human, he'd rather deal with this all himself, but now he has to go and make a fool of himself? Between that, his missing arm, and the fact that his whereabouts were unknown, the poor bunny can't catch a break.
He makes a sound akin to clearing his throat and tries again.
"But are you able to tell me where we are?"
Bonbon's confusion is spectacular. He's outside -- which was admittedly a dream come true, he's always wanted to explore the world -- but nothing appears familiar to him. There's no city, no busloads of children, no nothing ;; as far as the puppet's aware, they're in the middle of nowhere. And how did he get here exactly? That was another question he'd like answered. Darkness one second, and powering on beside a desolate road the next. It doesn't make sense.
Bonbon had no choice but to wander, broken as he may be, until he found something resembling a human residence. Loathe as he was to admit, he needed help. Fortunately he was able to find this old shack after some period of time, how long he's unsure, and now here he rests, looking up at this strange person with a bag where their head should be. Hopefully they can take pity on him enough to lend their assistance, even if only a little.
