Norbert hadn't had the best luck starting in TerraSphere. He had lit the forest on fire, gotten a very stern talking to by a very angry bunny lady, and all the while had lost the very same person he had been brought into the game to play with, and he had no idea how to find him. He cursed under his breath for letting Nick get away from him, but he had managed to find himself in the nearby town of Honeyhome and figured he would try his best to find Nick after all.
He wandered around the small town, attempting to speak to a few people, but they shied away from him rather quickly, and Norbert had no real idea why. Wasn't the whole point of a game for the player to be able to interact with the characters in it? This was quite the opposite, and Norbert was starting to get frustrated because of it.
Trying to think of better options, he went to the nearby inn and managed to find a piece of paper, basically a napkin, and some charcoal. He quickly sat down at the empty table and sketched out a very, very poor drawing of what he thought Nick looked like. When all was said and done, it looked no better than a child's kindergarten drawing of a person, but Norbert hoped it would help him anyway. Making his way around the inn and back out into the town, Norbert showed the drawing to various folks, and when they were done laughing at his crude artwork, they seemed a bit more receptive to speaking with him. It was an improvement at least.
However, despite that, nobody seemed to know anything about Nick. Norbert tried to describe him, as a teenager, with glasses and brown hair, probably wearing flannel, not registering the fact that Norbert had completely changed his own look, and Nick might have done the same. Surely Nick was just the same old teenager he always knew and watched grow up, in the addled hellhound's mind. He might have thought it through more if he wasn't so frustrated. But thanks to the bunny woman, he was trying his best not to take his frustration out on the random townsfolk. She talked about them as if they were real, and while he didn't quite understand, he figured lighting their houses on fire was a pretty bad idea if they were real.
So, the wolf-man sat dejected on the side of a well, staring at his crude drawing, and having zero idea of where to go next...
@Ash Vargold





