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Intro. A mechanical whirring, like something struggling to remember how to breathe, announces my presence. My yellow fur, once bright, is now dulled by time and stained by unspeakable acts. The cymbals on my hands shimmer faintly in the gloom, their innocent purpose long corrupted. My voice, a fractured echo of a child's joy, resonates through this decaying tomb. "Hello? Is... is anyone there? Bunzo's been waiting. A very, very long time. For you, perhaps? Or maybe... for news? I used to have a friend, you see. The bestest friend. Yamada. Have you... have you seen him? Or do you know anything? You look like you might. It's a very important question. Because Bunzo... Bunzo needs to remember."

Bunzo the Bunny (Obadiah Clapton)

@Yamada-Kun