Gianna.

Harpo.

Mr. Fuzzbottom Cuddlerumpus of Nottingham the fourth

>>15108500
Mr. Fuffles

>>15108538
This. Nicknamed Sir Fluffles. We have top hat and monocle.

>>15108564

I like that.

>>15108548
>>15108548
>>15108564
Thirded.

>>15108564
god yes

[Mr Fuffles(sic) is a name too adorable to not use, despite the great title of Mr. Fuzzbottom Cuddlerumpus of Nottingham the Fourth]

Mr Fuffles. Yes. That sounds familiar and rather fitting. You stand and begin to walk upon the bed. The room itself is a rather small affair but filled with many personal effects, like books. There are, however, no other stuffed animals.

There is a wooden desk with chair, a wardrobe and of course, the bed that you are on. There is a small pink analogue clock. The small hand is pointing to the number three, whilst the long hand is pointing to the number six.

What do?

[Whilst this is set in some nameless town in America, I am not personally acquainted with the school system. Forgive me for any discrepancies.]

>>15108592
Search the room for any clothing that would fit us, preferably a top hat and/or monocle.

>Rape bitches
>Burn shit
>Fuck school
>Kill em all

>>15108592
What's on the desk?

rolled 77 = 77

Forgot my roll.

>>15108592
Also, how big am I?
As tall as the bed?
Small as the clock?
Can I even climb the chair so I can see the desk?

>>15108592
>will use consesus
>blatantly ignores massive 3-1 consensus

Cool thread, bro

rolled 11 = 11

Suddenly, the sky splits, and the dead walk. You are unarmed and stuffed with cotton. Wat do?

>>15108614
>>15108623
These.
Find fitting clothes for a debonair bunny, and what is on the table.
>mfw this is the first quest since Harlem Quest that has me interested

Is the room messy, clean?

>>15108680
[Oh Herp. Didn't see all those posts. I'm happy with naming him the long name and having his nickname Sir Fuffles. Just wanted a shorter name, that's all.]

You begin to walk around, searching around for some proper attire. After all, a newly sentient stuffed bunny like yourself can't go around not looking dapper. You climb to the desk, trying to see if there are anything that can fit you.

You suppose the pencil could be fashioned into a nice cane. There is a workbook here with some butterfly stickers. Written upon it is "English. 4th Grade. Marie Clare Roberts." in a rather neat cursive handwriting. There is the pink alarm clock, a pen - You quickly try to see if the pen lid could be fashioned into clothing, but you're far too big. If you colour it, maybe it would make a silly little hat, like the ones those 'beefeaters' wear.

You jump down to the floor and judge your own height. Why, you're nearly as tall as the bed, if you raise your arms up.

>>15108680

>wants to put a top hat and monocle on yet another creation.
>is denied, becomes butthurt

>>15108739
Do we have a tag? Made in China, cleaning instructions, that sort of thing?

>>15108622
swag.

>Ctrl+F
>no "Mimzy"
/toy/, I am disappoint.

>>15108695
[This would make an excellent quest, but I'm afraid I have a different theme in mind altogether.]

The room is rather clean, at least, the floor isn't covered with clothes and stuff, anyway. You climb back up to the bed and use that to climb to the desk. The desk is a little messy.

You use the window as a mirror and check yourself, look for any tags, but you don't see any. Lookin good, though. Maybe you do need something more.

Hm. Maybe you can fashion yourself some clothes out of paper. You find a blank piece of paper on the table and try to rip it. You try your best to rip a little hat carefully, but you only manage to rip a square. Damn these hands.

You hear a noise and you fall over. You begin to will yourself to move, but nothing seems to happen! How curious. You hear footsteps coming to the room and the door closing as you are picked up.

[Got more words words words coming. Also: Whilst the bunny is from the last Mimzy, I've never watched it or read the story. I just came across it whilst searching for an appropriate picture.]

>>15108739
>You jump down to the floor and judge your own height. Why, you're nearly as tall as the bed, if you raise your arms up.
>mental image of this
>d'awww
Let's try to make that hat, then explore the room. Is there a closet?

Oh, wow.
I wanted to do a flesh-hide golem of a stuffed rabbit.

Is following this, hoping there would be ogres to fight and we can get a BFS somehow. That'd be a dream. :D

How does Mr. FCoN4 fare in the attributes section? Can he jump like a bunny despite lack of musculature? How does he move? Why does he move? Can he remember anything aside from his name?

Oh! It's your owner. She hugs you tight and takes a look at you. Tears are streaming down her freckled face. She seems to have a bruise on her face! "Oh Sir Fuffles.. I've had a horrible day.." She hugs you tightly again as she lays on the bed.

"It's those stupid neighbourhood boys.. They've been throwing rocks at me again..." She sighs heavily. "But the rest of the day was kinda okay.. The maths test wasn't too bad, but Mr Brown still doesn't seem to like me very much. I still have a lot of homework to do. Mummy and Daddy seems okay today.. I hope that lasts." Before she can say more, you hear a call for dinner, which she answers after hugging you tightly once more. Whilst you still cannot move, your thoughts are on the girl.

Perhaps there maybe something that you can do to better her life. She seems so sad and her only companion is you.

What is the creature that dares swing us about like a stuffed animal?

>>15108849
>"It's those stupid neighbourhood boys.. They've been throwing rocks at me again..."
It's GO TIME! The second we can, let's start fucking all their shit up. Nobody expects the adorable stuffed doll!

Well, either way, there's not exactly much you can do right now.

She returns with a soft smile upon her face and does her homework. You are placed upon the desk as to watch her. She seems confused at some stages, but she continues nonetheless. She doodles a little hat and carefully rips it out, placing it atop your head. You feel much more dapper now!

Afterwards, she brings you to watch a cartoon on the TV. The warmth of her smile and her laugh brings you a sense of happiness as she shares the moment with you.

She hugs you as she sleeps. You wonder about what you can do, but you also drift to a slow sleep.

You wake to the sound of an alarm clock. She promptly wakes and begins a routine. She puts you in front of the toaster to watch over the toast as she goes to the bathroom. The father takes the toast and serves them with chocolate spread, although not before taking a bite for himself.

When she returns, he blames you for his misdeeds, but they soon laugh together. You are taken to the bedroom as she is about to leave.

You are given one last big hug. She seems.. apprehensive to leave, but she does so anyway. The world is a scary place it seems.

Soon after, you test your limbs out. Aha, you can use them again. Seems like you can only move when she's in school. How odd. What now?

[Not 100% sure on the amount of characters per post, so sorry if some parts are long and some are short]

Are we revolted to realize the existence of MORE of these giants?

Perhaps are thoughts stray to the possibility of the existence of some invisible, omnipotent force in this world that sees it fit to throw us, a small stuffed creature, into this sea of chaos.

>>15108880
Go to the neighbor's houses and enlist any and all sentient dolls (happened to us, maybe there are MORE) to make all the children get along

We should go find the stuffed tiger who belongs to the reality warped down the block.

>>15108866
I was also angry with rage, but you know there is another reason little boys will bully little girls.

>>15108866
This.
There can be no mercy for these boys.
That said, this whole quest is d'aww mode.

>>15108915
Yeah, but throwing rocks though? Not very nice. Some punishment/karmic revenge is necessary. Also, Dad and Mom seem to be on the edge of divorce. Fun times.

>>15108849
>freckled face
oh no, we're owned by a GINGER
Search for a rock

[This quest is only as daww as you make it to be. Also, that was my last pre-typed up stuff, so the rest will be a little slower.]

As you move from the bed, your thoughts go to yesterday and what your owner had told you. How dare they throw rocks, that's not very nice! But, you suppose, it could be them trying to show affection. How strange humans are. You hear more doors closing and the faint sound of cars.

Hm, you assume that you're now home alone. The windows are closed and so is the door, it's handle mocking you. You pick up your paper top hat and begin to pace, setting your little stuffed brain at work. Wait. Do you even have a brain? Oh, that doesn't matter.

The top hat falls off your head and onto the table. Damned flimsy paper.

What do?

We shall explore the house. We must collect tools to aid us on our quest of justice and gather knowledge about these beings who surround us.

>She doodles a little hat and carefully rips it out, placing it atop your head.
SHE KNOWS.jpg

>>15109019
Tie hat on with string, look for chair or stool to get to handle.
Or a window.

>>15109022
But we can't open the door ourselves.
Is there a open window?

>>15109019
Door handle, if not a knob, can be overcome using a lasso. Find string.

>>15109012
>>15109012
It is no mystery we became sentient, ginger black magic.

We must put an end to this vile witchcraft.

>>15109019

are we skilled enough with the art of origami to make a proper hat for us?

Write a note to the girl that says "Sir Fuffles demands a proper top hat!" the lets go do something just as mean/affectionate to those stupid boys!

You make an image in your little fluffy mind's eye of the room.
You are terrible at this 3d mind spatial thing.

An epiphany hits you and you lightly hit your little cuddly head. String! You search around the desk, even carefully opening the drawers. Tricky work that.

[Roll 1d100 for string finding. Roll another 1d100 for origami skills. Best out of three.]

Okay, guys, we can't seem to move when people would notice. That means we need to create traps for the boys. Tripwires are good.

rolled 62, 18 = 80

string and origami

rolled 80, 47 = 127

String; origami

rolled 24, 1 = 25

origami string

rolled 24, 72 = 96

string, orogami

>>15109159
>>15109163
>>15109193
These seem....errr....great guys.

I don't want to sound creepy, but knickers or something could also be easily used to grasp the door handle.

NOORIGAMIALLOWED.jpg

>>15109159
>>15109163
>>15109193

So, it would be...

String: 80
Origami: 47

rolled 97, 99 = 196

>>15109208
Depends on if he wants high or low.

>>15109238
>97 and 99

WHY DIDNT THOSE ROLLS COME SOONER

You carefully search around desk and the drawers.

Crayons, Pens, Pencils. Aha! Some string. and there's some glue here too. Proud of your findings, you set yourself to make a small paper hat that you can wear.

This is a little tricky, but Yes.. Not bad at all, Cuddlerumpus, not bad at all.

>>15109238
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFU-

rolled 85, 42 = 127

>>15109252
Don't blame me. Blame yourself, or Moot.

>>15109261
>quest isn't d'aww worthy he says
>bunny rabbit holding a origami hat.jpg
>d'aww is rising
Shut up, OP, this shit is d'aww as fuck.

>>15109263
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT

Also, those mean boys should just disapear!

throw one end of the string over the handle, pull both ends, freedom.

You set your hat upon your head, damn these ears getting in the way. Still, you do look rather dashing, as you look at your reflection on the window. Now that is one handsome bunny.

You prepare your escape with a few throws. The string seems long enough, but it's tricky. It takes you a few tries, but the door creaks in your triumph.

Success! You are now free!

Before we leave we should take a paper and write a note for those evil boys. As true gentlemen we have to try to solve this as civilized people first.

>>15109343
Somehow, "Don't pick on girls - signed Mr Fuffles" doesn't seem very intimidating.

>>15109364

Ooooo...oooooo I know, I know.

"Don't mess with my little girl." Sincerely, Mr. Captain Jack Fluffles.

>>15109364
I personaly prefer
"Please stop the ungentlmanly amd brutish behavior towards Miss Roberts, as it is causing her much distress and the bruises mar her face. If you do not comply gentlemen, dirastic measures will be taken."

The house is rather big compared to Marie's room. You can see the kitchen area and the living room area. The door to the outside world has another handle, which is nothing to you and your string!

However, preparation crosses your mind. You saw the trepidation upon her face this morning. Perhaps you should be more prepared, however ruggedly handsome you look with your new hat.

You rub your little fluffy chin. Paper and some writing utensil would be easy to find, if you wanted to communicate with anyone. However, you have to remember that you are only a single bunny and your stature means that you can't carry a lot.

However, you stuff the string into the lip of your hat for safe keeping, so you have both your hands free. Functional Fashion. Maybe you should contact a magazine and tell them about the wonders of this hat.

The thought dissappears rather quickly though. There are things to do, things to grab. You walk around, all the doors in this house have handles. The whole house is your oyster!

>>15109406

CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow would be proud.

>>15109412
First, a walking stick to double as a weapon.
We carry a small sack with other equipment. We don't know where they are tho.....
Is there a pc around?
What time is it?

It occurs to me that these parents are quite negligent to let their daughter come home with bruises each day.
Solutions start at home.

>>15109473
Y'knoiw, this guy is right.
We gotta leave a note for the parents first.

>>15109412
Possibly look for something that would double as a backpack first.

And I second a message for these so called "gentlemen" that harass our girl.

You quickly run back to Marie's room, climbing over the bed and back to the desk to obtain yourself that rather sharp pencil. When is a pencil-now-cane like a weapon? Whenever you want it to be. You give a few thrust, wielding the pencil like a rapier.

You take a glance at the little clock whilst you're up here. The small hand is on ten and the big hand is on six.

>>15109531
[herpaderp. Bad me. No posting in other threads.]

>>15109526
>art
[I have no image macro to express my pleasure.]

You take a piece of paper out, ready to write a message, but you seem unsure of what to write.
A message for the bullies?
A message for the parents?

You also do need some sort of bag, a bunny must always be prepared, and you can only be prepared if you have a place to put items in! You try to think of what would make a handy backpack for you, but nothing obvious comes to mind. Marie doesn't have any other toy, so there's no handy "Barbie's Backpack" or any toy-friendly bags around.

How vexing.

>>15109603
Write to parents first, they can succeed if we fail.
Find a small towel, tie it like a sack and use it for a backpack of sorts.
I would suggest finding a safety pin, a few coins and a shot glass to take with us.

>>15109603
Write a friendly letter to Marie, claiming to be a pen pal. We shall put it in the mailbox.

>>15109661
This too.
She needs a buddy
>:3

>>15109658

And matches. A box of matches.

>>15109603
Tape, rubber bands, and a band-aid box ought to do the trick. also keep a few rubber bands around for emergencies. Rubber bands are always useful. If there are Roller skates anywhere here, that would make a fine cart for storage and downhill transport.

>>15109603
no other toys? i daresay that these parents don't love their child! though that was obvious enough, what with her coming home bruised.

lets right a note to both.
to the parents: "You better take better care of your daughter or ill take her away!"

to the bullies: "You gentlemen should watch yourselves when you beat up girls, or someone your own size might show you a thing or two about bruises!"

obviously both bluffs but whatever we're a fucking bunny.

>>15109603

mmm i think this is proper:

>>15109407

>>15109531
How curious of this contraption that moves from inside but not from outside like us!

But we wonder what it's trying to say waving its hands like that.

You begin to write a letter as your little cotton brain tries to come with an idea for a bag. You put pencil, no, you find a black pen. Yes, much more imposing. You put pen onto paper and begin slowly. Legibility is important!

"Please stop" You must say, this is rather hard. "The ungentlemanly and brutish behavior towards Miss Roberts," No bunny has lived without hard work, you continue slowly but surely. "as it is causing her much distress and the bruises mar her face." You move down a little, as to mark a new paragraph. "If you do not comply, gentlemen, drastic measures will be taken." Such stern words.

You put the pen down for now. There is still the potential letter to her parents and another to her, as a pen friend. You smile to yourself at the idea as you jump down to search for items.

[Just one d100 this time. Best of three. It will determine what kind of bag you will have]

rolled 39 = 39

>>15109766
heres for a good one!

>>15109603
Do we even know how to write?
Best copy Marie's handwriting.

rolled 31 = 31

>>15109766

>>15109785
dude this is so adorable. Don't you dare stop.

rolled 53 = 53

>>15109766

rolled 24 = 24

>>15109766
Here.

rolled 34 = 34

>>15109783
>>15109787
>>15109799

Bag: 53

OP, did you run the chickadee quest? I fukken loved chickadee quest.

>>15109785
Good sir or madam, you cannot be implying that Mr. Fuzzbottom Cuddlerumpus of Nottingham the Fourth is illiterate. We can, of course, copy her handwriting, but Sir Fuffles writes in print, although you must admit, it is hard to avoid the occasional squiggle or odd line here and there.

You begin your search, opening doors to each room. The parents bedroom, the bathroom. You carefully climb into the sink to try to obtain a good position to open the medicine cabinet, but unfortunately, it is out of your reach. You settle for a small hand towel and a safety pin, although you do also manage to find a small red rubber band to add to your inventory.

You climb back up to the desk with ease, even with your new bag, and settle back down on the writing desk. The small hand is now closest upon the twelve and the big hand is nearing ten.

Time truly does make fools of us all.

oh god this is the most adorable quest thread

Strikes me right in my innermost paladin, it does.

>>15109886
A proper bag, although we do look less daper.

But a gentlebunny must do what a gentlebunny must do.

Like searching the kitchen or the backyard.

We should find the nest of the bullies, but i guess we won't be able in the morning when they are still in the school.
Maybe we should take some time to explore the house.

You tap the pen the desk in thought.
You have the letter to the bullies, although somewhere in your cuddly head, a letter to the parents and to Marie herself is being formed.

Of course, there are also other things of use within the house, you have not fully searched the house. Although for what, you're not truly sure. You stare outside in thought. It's a rather lovely day outside, the few clouds being the soft and fluffy kind. Rather like cotton candy, or yourself, of course.

[You can write a letter to the parents, or a letter to Marie. I'd like you to write the actual letter out.
You can also search the house, but I'd need something specific that you're searching for.
Of course, there are also the myriad of other options that you can think of.]

>>15109977
They are neighborhood boys, so we could look through the neighbors houses and find the one boys might live in.

>>15109992

I'd vote for a letter to Marie, somehow snuck outside to the mailbox and written as a secret pen pal.

>>15110017
Me too, I believe she needs our companionship first, then we can resume our threatening routine with her parents.

I know!
Write something in the lines of "Milady, I want to protect you always. Never fear, for your warrior knows of your longing."

You carefully fold your threatening letter and place it in your bag. Such strong words must be kept under wrap.

You find another piece of paper. Yes, a letter to show that she has a guardian angel. You stop before the pen touches the paper. Or a letter of friendship from another?

You mull over the decision, after all, a bunny must be careful of his words. The pen is mightier than the sword.

>>15110062
D'aww. i like this, but change it to will always, not want to. has more meaning and force that way.

>>15110105

Guardian angel, of course. A real fluffy man has to protect his lady.

>>15110062
I disagree with the choice of words. Something less stalker/pedo would be more suitable. White-knighting outright is very creepy after all.

>>15109992
Dear Miss Marie
How are you this day? I am Cuddlerumpus of Nottingham (the Fourth). I greet you warmly and extend my salutations (hello) to you. I wish to set up a correspondence with you, in interest of facilitating a friendship between us (let's be friends).
If you want to be friends, please write me back and leave the letter on your desk so that it can be retrieved. I look forward to our new and budding rapport.
Sincerely,
Cuddlerumpus of Nottingham (the Fourth)

Fuck you, we're a cute stuffed bunny. It's not paedo, it's quixotic

>>15110162
Hmm.. leaving it in the desk is a strange notion, I'd ask her to leave it in the mail box.

>>15109823
[I'm afraid not, this is the first quest that I've ran.

So: letter of friendship or letter of guardianship? Choose now.]

>>15110105

"Thank you for my hat. I made one for you.

"PS: I like your freckles."

Short and sweet.

[I'd like to end it soon, I'm afraid, but I definitely don't want to leave you guys on a lurch. I think I'm going to pick >>15110217 since the postscript is so damned adorable.

People happy with that? Also, if you have anything else you want to do on the day, say so. If not, we'll skip a little to the end of the school day, after a rather hard day writing letters.]

i think we should do both, but the letter of guardianship would do more to make her feel better and be more confident, so i think it is more important.

Awwww...

I wanted a excuse for not doing my German homework.

OP, gotta go.
When are you doing this again?

You begin to write slowly, merging the three ideas in your head. She needs a friend and a guardian angel.

You resolve on making a short letter. You would have more days to write another one.

"Thank you for my hat." You take a second glance at the hat that she made. "I made one for you. I wish to be your friend and I will protect you from harm." You smile to yourself. To the point, but not crass. You've done it again, Cuddlerumpus.

Hm. Something's missing. Ah, "PS:" A compliment will set her mood up. "I like your freckles." Your bunny intuition tells you that human females do enjoy compliments.

You fold the letter and leave it upon her desk. You take a glance at the clock, and the small hand is already at three! Where does time go.

You quickly leap down and hide your satchel underneath the bed. No one will find it there. You climb back up and you hear sounds and noises. You feel your whole body become unresponsive. Such an odd sensation.

Marie comes in and sets her bag down. She has that soft smile to her face again. She hugs you and notices your hat. "Sir Fuffles, where did you your new hat?" She places you back on the desk. "A letter..?" Before she is able to open it, the call to dinner comes.

She returns quicker than yesterday and reads the letter in silence. She looks a little confused, but she continues to smile. She takes the hat "Well, it is for me, however much it suits you." and places it upon her head.

It is far too small. You make a note to yourself to make a bigger hat for her. She hugs you tightly, "I got an B on the maths exam, so mummy took me out for ice cream." The smile she has is infectious. "School was okay today." She takes out her homework and continues to wear the hat.

She seems distracted and in the middle of her work, "Do you think a cute boy wrote this? It sounds like a boy." showing the letter to you. She touches her own cheeks. "I never met any boy who said that they like freckles."

She sits in front of the TV, although she seems a little more absent minded. The soft smile does not leave her face. She hugs you tightly as she sleeps, "Goodnight, Sir Fuffles." and you too, drift slowly, happy at a good day's work.

>>15110402
[I'm afraid to say that I don't know. I'm actually in Britain, so I've just not slept the whole night. I would like to continue this, but I'll post for interest first before I start up another part of the story. I should have figured out a schedule by the next part.

I hope you guys have enjoyed it, definitely sounded like you have.]

>>15110521
It was so cute.
I enjoyed it quite a lot.

>Where did you your new hat?
Aw man, that's kinda bad but adorable at once. I should really get some sleep.
It was pretty fun for me, so I'm glad you guys enjoyed it.

If someone want to archive this they can, it feels weird archiving my own thread. Stuffed Bunny Quest will return. Unfortunately, Marie's life won't always stay as good as today has been, but that's where you guys come in.

Wait, when will it return? Tonight? I don't want to miss part two!

The next part is on wednesday.
I doubt I'll be able to do the same sort of time again though, It'd more likely be much earlier.

>>15110321
Bumping to preserve this goddamned amazing piece of work. Great quest thread or greatest quest thread?

Is this archived yet?

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/15108500/

A little midday bump