"Listen Kid... the last thing you wanna do... is get involved in that big ol' Vicky house up there." a grumpy old man said, a young brunette sitting on a table swinging his legs back and forth. "Vicky?" he asked, looking honestly confused at the geezer, who simply slouched into the rotted chair he was sitting in, the old inn buzzing with a little bit of activity. "Vicky, it's short for Victorian. Anyway, that old place up there is supposed to be full of these dolls that dat old doll-maker made before she up n' died." the drunk continued, John hopping off the table and walking towards the door.
"I'm warnin' ya kid! Don' go up there, ya hear?" he yelled, John raising his hand and waving at the man dismissively, as if to say 'Ya, ya, ya. Shush.' "C'mon, it's just a big old house. It's not like the dolls there are alive or anything. Besides, it'll be a fun little adventure for me." Johnathan said, followed by the drunk's "Bah! Suit yourself.. But don't say I didn't warn ya!"
Laughing as he left the inn, he looked towards the general direction of the 'dollhouse', as if it was a lighthouse and he was a wandering ship. He loved adventures, or journeys, or quests; basically anything where he got to see new people, places, and things. And this just happened to involve two of the three. "I mean c'mon, dolls aren't alive. No new people." he told himself, unaware of how wrong he was.
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." Confucius say, and John agree. Taking his first step towards the Dollhouse, he smiled as he walked, thinking about all the old stuff that was in there. "Maybe big crystal chandeliers and portraits of the owners. Maybe they got some small stuff in there I can pocket and take home... like pens or jewelry or something nice." he said to himself, not thinking that this was at all weird or insane.
The closer he got, the more he realized the place wasn't abandoned. It seemed to be well cared for and there were lights on inside, something impossible if no one was there to pay the electric bill. "Wh-What? Daw... And I was hoping to go in and find some cool stuff... just to find out people live there." he moaned, unaware that the 'people' were the dolls. His excitement slowly waned as he marched up the steps to the front door, back pack over his shoulder. Reaching his hand up, John balled it into a fist and then... Knocked on the door.