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[genkigoth]

[You might feel like someone is watching you, but when you look over your shoulder, nobody is there.

You might hear a strange noise, but can't find the source.

You might notice that, when your back was turned, somebody came and ate all your pastries.

You might find a stuffed black bunny doll flomped somewhere in your room, and have no idea how it got there.

Don't worry, it's just Mr. Buns, creeping around Burby today. Nobody knows how or why he moves around, considering he's just a stuffed animal, and nobody has actually seen him move. He's just a very special stuffed animal.]

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[genkigoth]

[Ruby is running around the Gothic Mansion and the streets of Burby.]

Mr. Buns! Mr. Buns, where are you?

[13pitchblackcats]

[Misery is not concerned. She and Mr. Buns are not on the best of terms, and so she is baking instead of helping Ruby look for their special friend. When Ruby comes through the kitchen:]

You'll never find him if he doesn't want to be found.

[Oh, how she remembers that fateful game of hide-and-go-seek.]

[genkigoth]

But what if he's not hiding? What if something happened to him?

[13pitchblackcats]

He's a very capable sock--uh, friend.

Have you tried looking for him in the last place you'd look for him? That's where things I lose always are.

[genkigoth]

That's a great idea, Misery! You're the best!

.....now where is the last place I would look for him?

[shiftylyingbardwholies]

[Keldar is side-eyeing this stuffed black bunny doll that appeared in his room. He's a suspicious sort by nature, it's how he's stayed alive and free. And he's in the spirit world and there's this...

toy.

He thinks it's a toy.

That showed up.

And he knows no one's been in his room since it showed up because he's been in there the entire time.]

[genkigoth]

[Y'ello. Mr. Buns is just hanging on your bookshelf. It seems like the thing to do. Don't pay him no mind.]

[shiftylyingbardwholies]

[After finding a stick, Keldar cautiously pokes the toy.]

[genkigoth]

[No reaction. He's just a stuffed animal, doofus.]

[shiftylyingbardwholies]

[Yeees.. .but stuffed toys don't just randomly show up as far as he's concerned.

He side-eyes it and pokes it again for good measure.]

[genkigoth]

[Poke all you want, man. This toy ain't moving.]

[shiftylyingbardwholies]

[Cautiously, Keldar picks up the toy and tosses it out the window.]

[genkigoth]

[RUDE.

Mr. Buns goes flying out the window and lands with a THUMP on the ground but no complaint. He'll continue to just lie there.

Judging you.

Doing that to an innocent stuffed animal. Honestly.]

[shiftylyingbardwholies]

[He can judge! Keldar is used to people judging him!

He gives Mr. Buns one last look and turns his back to the window.

After a half a minute he realizes he left the window open and goes to close it, seeing if the toy is still there.]

[genkigoth]

[Nope, the toy is gone. Off to seek out new life and new pastries to consume.]

[that_cost]

[Charlie's sitting outside the hotel, journal in her lap, when she gets that feeling. She looks up, around. Suspects nothing for a moment and then glances at the stuffed animal. That wasn't there before.

Whatever. She'll just go back to writing in her journal.

Weird-ass rabbit toy just appeared. This does nothing to help me rule out that I've gone nuts.]

[genkigoth]

[Next time she looks up, she'll find that Mr. Buns has somehow moved closer.]

one of IDK how many yet. hold on.

[that_cost]

[Charlie looks up and...

what...

still going.

[that_cost]

[Seriously. What.]

one more after this.

[that_cost]

[What's going on?]

done.

[that_cost]

[She's just...going to inch away slightly, keeping one eye on the rabbit on occasion.]

[genkigoth]

[Chill, brah. Ain't no thang. Just a weird little stuffed rabbit hanging out.

Got any pastries?]

[that_cost]

[No, no, no. Weird-ass stuffed rabbit. And...she has half a cherry cheese danish and some tea. If she knew better, she'd guard it like a boss. As it is, she's not looking at it at all. Her journal is now getting a hasty sketch of Mister Bun.]

[genkigoth]

[Oh Charlie. Charlie Charlie Charlie. Next time you look, the Danish will be GONE. The only hints that it ever existed the crumbs covering a certain stuffed rabbit.]

[that_cost]

[Oh, now that's just cold. Charlie looks at the rabbit, frowning.]

Really?

[genkigoth]

[It was quite delicious.

Really.]

[lawbender]

[ Who left this bunny on her work desk? She isn't holding a lost-and-found here. ]

[ She looks around hopefully for an owner. ]

[genkigoth]

[No owners here. Just a stuffed bunny, who might be interested in fighting crime.

He's got the look of a detective, don't you think?]

[lawbender]

[ She doesn't think that a bunny would be a very imposing officer. ]

[ She can't do any paperwork with a bunny here. Maybe she will put it down next to the desk. ]

[genkigoth]

[Not very imposing? Just look at how much he disturbed Charlie and Keldar! He's TOTALLY imposing!

But yeah, sure, you can move him. He won't put up a struggle. He's just a stuffed bunny.]

[lawbender]

[ Then she will certainly forget about him for long enough to doodle do some very important paperwork. ]

[genkigoth]

[Next time she looks up, though, he'll be somewhere else. Creeping.]

[lawbender]

[ Hold on. Didn't she set him down out of sight? Now she could see him quite clearly. ]

[ He hadn't felt alive when she picked him up. ]

[ She must be imagining things, then. She will just go back to paperwork, lalala. ]

[genkigoth]

[Hey hey hey hey whatcha doin'?

Mr. Buns has come closer.]

[lawbender]

[ What is this thing. Now it's creeping her out a little bit. ]

Are you alive?

[ Is it silly to ask a stuffed animal things? Yes. But no one is around to see her feel silly. ]

[genkigoth]

[Alive? Don't be ridiculous. He's just a stuffed sock.]

[lawbender]

[ She's going mad. ]

[ Or she's imagining things. Surely not. ]

[ She picks it up by an ear and puts it where she can see it, but not on her desk. ]

[genkigoth]

[How about.......none of the above? Or all of the above. It's really hard to say.

Mr. Buns is just going to chill here for now. Here is cool.]