It was the first day of snow on the inanimate island, people throwing snowballs at each other, making snowmen, making snow-angels. It was all, cheery. OJ, and a few others didn't like a cold weather so they stayed inside. It was normal, until, when trophy was making more snowballs, he saw a print, not from anyone here. The print looked like a normal hand, but trying to look like an animals paw, but he shook it off and continued whatever he was doing.
Later, when it got dark outside, much colder. Everyone was inside, people in there hotel rooms, some cooking and some watching TV. Nobody had realized yet, they weren't alone on this island.
(Hey! Kari here, I'm only here to say that, this will feature Therians ^^ okey bye :3)
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"Lost Dog"
Mystery / ThrillerII AU PLEA HELP ME , ASLO EVERYONE IS HUMANIZED HELP ME.