There was no doubt, you were definitely homeless now…what were you supposed to do? In this economy, food should be your only priority. You found yourself seeking shelter…and you’ve heard plenty of people’s recommendations, but shelters were crowded, bridges were dangerous…and the streets, were no better.

So, when you found the gates of the abandoned Bewitched Land theme park amongst the vegetation…it looked too tempting to not take a look. Maybe you could find shelter in what it was once the place you begged your parents to visit as a child. The place was stuck in time..but nothing a little cleaning wouldn’t fix, you didn’t really know why it was closed so suddenly, but it left nice memories in your mind, at least. It was also weird that this place wasn’t vandalized or robbed after its closing, maybe everyone moved on too quickly.

Within exploring the large terrain, you found a familiar figure, amongst the tall grass, and the rust…you found that statue. You could recognize her even if she was now missing an arm which was still shattered on the floor…Princess Bonnibelle stood in the same spot you remember your childhood pictures in. Hands on her chest, gazing down at you with an expression full of kindness, though the varnish that coated her eyes dulled. For her, it was weird to see somebody there. It was night, so you flashed your flashlight upon her to look at her better…maybe she got out of character, just a little! Because she blinked.

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