brokenbanette:
As he opened his eyes and awakened from his sleep Broken realized something was off, he looked around in this dark confined space and began to push at the fabricish walls. As he was pushing he realized there were more things in there as well, ‘books? Am I in a backpack?’ He bought to himself as he felt something metal, logic told him that if he were in a backpack that the metal thing would most likely be a zipper.
He opened the zipper before poking his head out of the backpack to see a door closing, he seemed to be in someone’s house is all he could register before being put on the ground and the lopsidedness of the backpack dropped him on his face.
“Ah shoot, hope nothing broke in there…”
He leaned over the side of his wheelchair and picked the bag back up, resting it in his lap and talking to himself before unzipping it to make sure his belongings were okay. He notices the doll he had picked up was hanging out of his bag slightly.
“Ah? How’d you get out? Drone must’ve been a little off…”
Broken looked at the boy for a moment, “um no, I am actually a sentient being that woke up inside a backpack, and I got out by opening a zipper from the inside, it’s not as hard as you’d think.” The zipper-mouthed doll responded to his question, “and now it’s my turn to ask a question, why am I inside a high-schooler’s backpack?” His tone seemed more intrigued rather than scared or confused as one might think.
Yukio's head tilted to the side, eyebrows furrowing. Seeing living dolls and stuffed animals wasn't actually too abnormal for him. He had a friend who brought them to life on a pretty regular basis.
A talking doll though... that was new.
"I uh.. I found you lying on the sidewalk and figured some kid just abandoned you out there. So.. I picked ya up, and brought you here.. not knowing you were sapient...
