Jonathonland

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Jonathonland is one of the six nexus points required to complete to open the final dungeon of the game, and is only accessible after getting the spaceship after Central Hub. It is themed around Jonathon and the guilt Jimmy has for stealing him, it exists as a resolution to the entire Jonathon storyline.

## Enemies

* Super Rad Ghost
* Night Guardian
* The King of Fops
* Bog Worm
* Jeff-in-a-Bag

## Treasure

* Apocalypse Jacket (Clothing)
	+ +20 ATK, +50 DEF, +35 MDF.
* Guillotine (Furniture)
	+ +3 ATK; 1/6th of the Spooky Set.

To get the Apocalypse Jacket, go straight up from the entrance until you get to this bomb tree then shake it with goon......then use goon to drag it in front of the boarded up door, then set it on fire with ghost.Make a right at the first fork in the road, and then just walk up to the toy-box to get the Guillotine.
## Light-Bulb

In the mirror room, examine every mirror until you get the usual, form based flavor text instead of the "writhing black mass" text......then use vampire to go into the mirror and grab the light-bulb.
## Jonathon Story Text

*"Once upon a time, there was a bear. He was a fuzzy, huggable little thing, filled with soft cotton stuffing. He looked just like the world-famous Jonathon Bear. He lived on a shelf in a department store surrounded by other bears that looked just like him. Every day, children would look at the shelves and take his friends. But, they never picked him. More bears were added every week, and he was pushed to the back, nestled behind fresher, newer, better versions of himself. The new bears would talk when you hugged them. Their fur was a softer, finer fabric. They had real velvet pads on their feet. Tickle their noses, and they would laugh. He had none of those things. His fur was coarse by comparison. His feet were some sad nylon blend. He couldn't laugh or talk, no matter what you did.One day, something changed for that bear. There was a boy looking at him. The boy wasn't looking at the other bears at all. He was looking right at him. In the boy's eyes, the bear could see all of the things that made him special. His fur might have been coarse, but it was a little bit longer, just like Jonathon's. The pads of his feet might not have been velvet, but they were just the right shade of brown. He couldn't laugh when you tickled his nose, but everyone knew Jonathon was ticklish on his feet. He didn't talk when you hugged him, but he also didn't have a hard plastic battery compartment and speaker inside. A hug felt like a real hug from Jonathon himself. But, the boy had a mother, and the mother had seen his price tag and shook her head. There were tears in the boy's eyes, and the bear wanted to cry, too, but he wasn't made with tears.Later, the boy returned. The bear wanted to jump and dance, but he wasn't made with muscles.The boy looked up and down the aisle. He fidgeted. He chewed his lip. Then he snatched the bear and stuffed him in his shirt. The boy ran. He ran and ran and ran. He ran all the way out of the store and into his mother's car. The bear had never been happier. He played with the boy every day. They made a fort from bedsheets and couch cushions. They watched Jonathon Bear together every day. One time, he defended a kingdom from a squad of plastic army men. Another time, he got to fly off of a ceiling fan. Once, he hugged the boy for an hour before the boy stopped crying. Every night, the boy made room for him on his pillow. But things started changing. The boy played with the bear less and less. Sometimes, the bear would just sit on the bed for days. Eventually, the boy started to leave him under the bed at night, next to the dust bunnies and forgotten toys. One day, the boy picked up the bear, and the bear looked into his eyes. He no longer saw love in the boy's eyes. He saw guilt and shame. The boy placed the bear into his closet, behind a pile of old clothes, back where he could never see him. And the bear sat there for months and months in that dark, sad, lonely place..."*

## Nexus Orb Text

"*Jimmy hears the click-clack of his mother's heels on the linoleum. He can feel a presence behind her. Watching. Always watching. Every day, the same feeling. The same eyes. A trembling, spidery feeling trickles up Jimmy's back. The sound of his mother's pacing has stopped. 'Look at you,' she says. 'You've gotten so dusty.' Her hands beat on fabric, and, for once, Jimmy can't feel the gaze anymore. She coughs. She tries to clear her throat, but she just coughs more. She coughs and coughs and coughs. Soon, the coughing has changed into deep, heavy sobs. 'Has it,' her sobs catch the words from her throat. 'Has it been so long?'"*