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Oh, now he got it. Shifting once he took his seat, he elevated the witch-like doll, setting her back down on the cushion with her back to the armrest. Lying down like that on a sofa so dreadfully uncomfortable…
“Er. Human is Barnaby. My name is Barnaby. If that’s what you meant.”
Listen to him, holding a conversation with what looked like a possessed plush toy to Barnaby. Still, he couldn’t simply shove her aside and let some other passer-by take her up. In a sense, such a fate was all too familiar to the blonde. In a very vague sense, anyways.
“Have you always been here?” He actually wondered this. A concept like a possessed doll was something not unlike his current setting.
Charlotte noticed herself moving about, when its back was to the armrest. She couldn’t help but let a curt smile form on her small face. The witch hadn’t met such a human so far in this creepy place. Most people disregarded her as a doll, walking away silently. Others would inquire to what she was, but only find that they all had the same expression when she ate the cheese presented. Barnaby had done the same, but his face wasn’t as different from its original expression. Making the witch take some notice that he was different from the others.
“Charlotte says,’YES! Human is Barnaby! Charlotte will say Human is Barnaby now. Barnaby, Barnaby!’”
The witch’s feet began to wiggle about, letting her mind contemplate how to respond next.
“Charlotte says,’Charlotte rememebers only not long ago. Charlotte remembers being with sweets and cake and Pyotr! Now Charlotte sees no Pyotr, cake, or sweets. Charlotte is okay though. Humans feed Charlotte Cheese. Charlotte never had so many cheese before!’”
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“You are you. Charlotte is Charlotte, as you’ve said.”
Still Barnaby mused for a while. To not know what you are is a bit strange. Still, he could sympathize. The very definition of “human” changes from instance to instance. There is, nowadays, a definition of human so specific, creatures with proven consciences, aware that they are alive, standing, thinking, able to differentiate right from wrong alone wouldn’t make her human. She didn’t look human.
What is it to look human?
“Who is human?”
He didn’t quite understand the question. “What do you mean?” Nudging the fridge door closed at last, he strode to the couch.
“If possible, could you please rephrase that?”
The witch like doll’s mouth seemed to turn into a frown. She did not understand why no one understood what she was asking of them. Charlotte simply wanted to know what to call Barnaby, but she did not understand what exactly the term was to get the other to understand fully. Her black eyes watched as the male closed the box where the cheese came from. Taking note of this for future reference.
“Charlotte says,’Charlotte does not know why Human does not know. Charlotte is Charlotte, who is human? Is human, human?’” With this her body plopped backwards. Looking more doll like then before, eyes starring at the cracks in the ceiling. Her mind wondering why the sky looked so close.
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He had hoped that something at least edible for the doll creature would be readily available, cheese hidden beneath the frontline of mayonnaise jars. Fortunately, by this time, he had located the elusive morsel, wishing to feed it to Charlotte.
In all honestly, the blonde just expected to hold it to her mouth and have her gingerly nibble on it. What he got, however, was much more horrifying.
That tube-like monster emerged from the doll, the seemingly harmless doll hiding something much more sinister. How did that even fit inside?
“…….. e-eh…?”
He stood, frozen in his place, staring dead at the doll just as its… appendage, would he call it, retracted back into her oral cavity.
This was incredibly shocking, and sudden. The question she posed nearly slipped past him, the blonde returning to reality, quick to recover from shock.
“Y.. ahem, you’re welcome.” What is human, she asked. What is human… He had to think. He himself wasn’t exactly a “normal” human. However, he knew the core definition of human. Drawing in a deep breath, he responded.
“A human is a conscious organism. Humans know right from wrong. Humans can reason. They rely on logic, not instinct. Is… is that the answer you wanted?” Out of precaution, the man kept his distance. If that thing had made a wrong move, his hand could have been chomped clean off. Heaven forbid it aimed for his head or something.
The witch like doll listened intently. Munching silently on the cheese she tasted, getting the bitter and delectable taste she had so entirely wanted. Her mind was racing with thoughts, though her body was still eating and would not speak until she was completely finished. Even then the doll sat quietly for a moment letting the moment sink in before opening its tiny mouth that held back a morbid monster.
“Charlotte says,’Charlotte thinks humans are interesting. Charlotte does not know what Charlotte is, but Charlotte knows Charlotte is Charlotte. Who is human?’” The last question was now inferring that she had wanted a question. Whether or not Barnaby would understand, was up to the other. Of course, even if he hadn’t Charlotte would continue to question until she correctly was understood.
Cheese! This creature really wanted cheese, didn’t she? Fortunately, he was still within his own sector (well, actually, Kotetsu’s), trailing down the quasi-paved road with the doll in his hands.
“Yes, yes, if you would not cause a commotion by yelling, I would gladly give you some cheese!”
He would hope no one was stirred awake, the man stepping lively. It was dark, but he could see fairly well. True, this carnival had taken away his powers, but…
Never mind that.
There, towards the north end of the sector, a rugged old thing simply marked “R-5”. This was the old man’s place of reside, the very trailer Barnaby had made his home in simply because the one he stayed in was pretty much half-charred.
Shifting, he held the doll in one arm, the other used to push the door open. Charlotte was set down on the armrest of the old sofa.
“Sit here, alright?” His finger waving, he turned himself away, now walking into the kitchen and rummaging through the makeshift fridge. Beer, mayonnaise… mayonnaise… what was with this man and mayonnaise— ah, yes, cheese. He pulled the nearly-gone morsel; rich yellow, possibly cheddar. He wasn’t privy on cheeses. Turning back around, he pointed to his palm where the dairy product rest.
“Will this suffice?”
The difference between yelling and speaking, wasn’t exactly clear to the doll like witch. Though, she assumed that the other did not want her to speak. Finding that she was going to be given cheese by the human, she was going to do just about whatever the man told her to do. This meant she would now cease from speaking.
Charlotte felt nice and cozy in the arms of this human, he seemed to want to be very delicate in holding her. Considering the last few times she was held, the people just scooped her up and held her like that. Or placed her on their shoulder, where she had to cling tightly as to not fall off and hit her face.
Upon the arrival, she took notice of the box that they were about to enter. At first she was slightly alarmed, her face still marking that emotionless expression. It was only until the human placed her on the sofa did she relax.
The moment Barnaby turned around, Charlotte had fell backwards onto the main cushion of the chair. She laid there not moving, her cape and long sleeves spread out among the curves of the seat. Then suddenly she could smell the delicious scent of cheese. Slowly, the witch rose looking much more eerie then before.
Face turned at the cheese placed before her.
Then suddenly.
The snake like figure that suddenly maneuvered out of her mouth, swiftly dashed forward to the plate, chomping the whole cheese whole. In that same moment, the snake had then been swallowed back within the pink doll’s mouth.
“Charlotte says,’Charlotte is really happy and thankful! What is human?’”
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With his missing shades, emotions were more on display on the blonde. His green eyes glinted blue just for a moment before his head turned down, regarding the doll at long last. It spoke. It… it just spoke.
This is strange. He’s seen stranger. He himself, is strange. This was nothing.
“Charlotte,” he echoed softly, delicately sounding the name, memorizing its sound in the event that they would ever cross paths in the future. Names were good to know.
He needed to know this place well. Denizens included.
“Not.. on me, I’m afraid. Perhaps back in the old man’s trailer, there’s a block of cheese, but…” The European lifted the doll closer to his face, his expression confused, bewildered as to why a typically inanimate object demanded substance.
“Do you eat?”
Thoughts were bumping into one another, she had never been so close to another human before. She got a different perspective of them, and her mind was both amazed and confused. Yet at the same time, Charlotte felt a twinge of sadness lurking about. It was something Charlotte was anything but accustomed to, let alone knew what exactly this feeling was. A faint frown was on her face, and the humming had ceased. Instead she just let her body go limp again, only to move about at the sound of cheese.
“Cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese! Charlotte says,’YES CHEESE PLEASE!’”
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So peculiar, he thought. He stood upright, feet shifting and the man now in motion. He had to find a nice, clean spot to put this doll on— nowhere far off, but nowhere too messy, either. Perhaps he should keep her? He remembered keeping a memento back home— perhaps this doll could fill the void.
Until it, well… until she spoke.
“…?”
The Bunny looked around, to his sides and ultimately behind him. No one. Finally, he regarded the doll… looking… dead at him.
“… Excuse me?”
The mans eyes seemed to be filled with an expression Charlotte was very much familiar with at this point. So she responded accordingly, knowing very well that the next thing Human would say is ‘What are you?’
“Charlotte says,’Charlotte is Charlotte.’” Little legs began twitching about, and the little voice that came from the witches mouth had began to hum, “Charlotte asks, ‘Does human have cheese?’”
