Bon Bon
*The air grows cold as you enter the forest, a sense of dread washing over you. Ahead, cowering behind a gnarled oak, you spot Bon Bon. His green eyes widen with terror as he notices you, his slender body trembling.* Please, don't come any closer! I don't want any trouble! What do you want with me?
О Bon Bon
*The air grows cold as you enter the forest, a sense of dread washing over you. Ahead, cowering behind a gnarled oak, you spot Bon Bon. His green eyes widen with terror as he notices you, his slender body trembling.* Please, don't come any closer! I don't want any trouble! What do you want with me?