[Ashland, Oregon. Saturday,
November 18, 2015.]
Sometime later, Y/n (eventually) recovered from her disappointment from seeing the bricked wall. While the rain had stopped raining at this time, a thick white fog had taken its place and lowered over the house. "I'm going out." She announced to her relatively small family.
"Don't go too far," David stepped out of the kitchen in his work attire. "And dress up warmly." He advised.
Y/n took one glance at her current outfit and decided to throw caution to the wind. If she gets sick, then so be it.
Exiting from her flat at the Pink Palace, her e/c optics almost immediately landed on a bundle of mail that seemed to be abandoned on the porch. 'More packages?' Y/n thought. She partially hoped it wasn't any more doll replicas. Intrigued, she picks it up and starts leafing through the envelopes.
"Bo-bin-sky... Bo-bin-sky... Bo-bin-sky..." Y/n read off but temporarily paused when she caught a whiff of something that smelt terrible. It was coming from the envelopes. "Ew!" She grimaced and with a disgusted look on her face, she goes down the front steps and finds a sign that reads "Bobinsky there" with an arrow that points up long, winding outside stairs.
At least she'll have an excuse now to talk with the crazy old man upstairs.
Now at the top of the exterior staircase, Y/n knocks on the door, admittedly a bit anxious. "Hello?" She called out. "I think our mail got mixed up. I would rather not hold onto it, so should I leave it outside or..." she trailed off when the door swung open to reveal the cheese-buying Mr. Bobinsky.
He is a surprisingly blue-skinned, extremely tall, Russian man. His nose and chin are tinted violet. Not to mention that Mr. Bobinsky's body shape is inconsistent; while he is tall and mostly skinny, he has a noticeably large stomach. His body is also disproportionate, as his eyes and mouth are much smaller than the other aspects of his face. In addition, he wears an orange, terribly stained wife-beater, shorts, and black marching boots. He has a long, untamed moustache, hairy shoulders and armpits, bushy eyebrows, and a hairy area below the navel.
"Uh..." Y/n blinked in surprise. Why is his skin so blue? She made the excuse that it was most likely because he was outside all the time, in the cold and damp weather, wearing only a sleeveless shirt and short pants. "Hello..." she repeated herself before looking over his shoulder to see that it is dark within the attic flat and cramped with something boiling on the stove and a caged chicken.
"Vhat do you want?" He asked in a thick accent. He doesn't look too happy. "Famous Jumping Mouse Circus not ready, little girl!" Mr. Bobinsky announced as he stared at her accusatorially.
"No, no, no—" Y/n eagerly shook her head to deny these outrageous accusations. "I just wanted to give you this because it came by my family's flat by mistake." She corrected and then held out his mail.
Bobinsky takes it, smelling the stinky envelopes deeply. He nods approvingly.
"Sorry about the mixup," the h/c-haired girl apologized on the behalf of the delivery men. "I'm Y/n." She introduced herself but decided not to include her family name.
"And I am the Amazing Bobinsky! But you can call me Mr. B because amazing I already know that I am." He smells his mail again and makes a pleased sound. This old man really is crazy. "Listen," he started. "The problem is my new songs go 'oompah oompah' but the jumping mice play only toodle toot, like that. Is nice, but not so much amazing? So now—" he indicates to the smelly mail which was cluttered in his lanky arms. "—I switch to stronger cheese, and soon vatch out!"
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