Haunted House (Mikko)

Immediately upon entering the room, there sounded above him an eerie clank. Clank. Clank. Mikko blinked and craned his head. What in the world...? Dangling from the ceiling were all sorts of small figurines, seemingly made out of wood, deathly limp and staring back down at him with unseeing eyes. With a low growl he lowered his skull and turned his attention onto one closer to eye level, tiptoeing toward it with a wary twitch of his nose. Unlike the others, it was soft, with mismatched parts, taking on several different species and in such a way that even made the brute wrinkle his nose. Quietly he circumvented it, refusing to take his eyes off it even as he put it behind him--until something else forced him to do so. Fix me. He whipped back around, finding the sound to be coming from a pile of assorted limbs and parts, and lowered his head upon his approach. How he related to that pile of bits...and they didn't seem too hard to piece together. With only a moment's hesitation, he attempted to fix it, arranging the pieces like a puzzle and clumsily working them into joints.