the one and only

a new part

heyy, Just a announcement that Derek and wtv isnt wip, and im starting a new part, so enjoy!

Lucina lay on the frozen snow, her lungs frozen in a sudden stop of breathing. She knew she was dead, yet she could feel the wind brushing against her face and the snowflakes falling gently around her. Her mother, Schatz, had died beside her, her life ending from a tragic car crash. She was completely alone in a barren winter landscape, but she was not afraid. She was ready to face whatever fate had in store for her next.

As the hours passed, the wind grew colder and the night grew darker. Lucina's lungs beat furiously, her heart bleeding out of control. She could not see, her arms barely moving. It felt as if her body had turned against her, a prison she had no control over. The pain continued to increase, her breath ragged and shallow. She knew something had to be done, yet she had no strength to fight back. Her body had truly turned against her, and she was at its mercy.

Lucina felt the presence of someone behind her and turned, only to see a black figure grabbing her by the neck. She was being dragged across the harsh and icy snow, her head being forced against the icy ground. The wind whistled around her as her body was thrown around, her head hitting the cold frost with each slam. She was completely helpless in the hands of the mysterious figure, her screams muted by the wind and the freezing cold of the snow.

As the wind continued to howl outside, Lucina began to feel isolated. She looked around the empty room, feeling alone amongst the lifeless objects surrounding her. She yearned for a connection, but the silence was deafening and unsettling. In the corner, she noticed the radio, standing there, still and silent. With no noise apart from the wind, it was as if the world had come to a stop, leaving her in a state of solitude. She felt trapped and alone, desperate for some sort of connection, but she knew none would come in that empty room.

As Lucina wondered about her situation and how she could get out, she considered the vent and the disgusting infestation within. She would have to face the crawling, biting ants to escape, and she didn't know if that was worse than sitting trapped in the empty room. The possibility of freedom awaited her, but at what cost? Would facing the horrors within the vent be worth it in order to escape the solitary confinement of the icy room?

The loneliness and isolation of the icy room became too much for Lucina, who began to cry. The tears ran down her face, but they were not enough to prevent her from slipping deeper into the state of isolation. She was frightened, feeling like a ghost had haunted her, causing her to feel like an undead cobweb attacked her like a spider. She felt like she was trapped within a state of fear and dread, the loneliness and isolation becoming too much for her to handle.

As Lucina cried uncontrollably in the isolated room, the image of someone pouring a jar of tears down someone's throat and water splashing out came to her mind. She had actually met that before when she was 3 years old, where her mother had sprayed tears in a jar and her father had picked it up and started drinking it, almost puking from the taste. The thought of the incident brought a chuckle to her lips as she imagined the scene, the thought giving her some sort of comfort as she dealt with the isolation and loneliness of her situation.

As the tears dried up on her face and her crying subsided, she heard a voice, but it didn't sound like a voice she knew. It sounded dark and ominous, like someone who would attack her with a fork. She felt a sense of uneasiness wash over her body, the feeling of something crawling beneath her skin and the thought of insects sent shivers down her spine. She didn't know what this entity was or what it wanted, but she was sure she wasn't ready to face it alone.

As the thought of insects crawling beneath her skin began to increase her sense of unease, she grabbed her hat and swung it around fiercely. She envisioned herself playing with her bunny teeth brother, launching his rocket toward her face while she was aboard a ship, like a CANNON BALL. The image of her brother laughing and the rocket flying towards her brought a sense of joy and carefree lightheartedness to her mind, a departure from the ominous feeling she had experienced when hearing the voice. She could hear her brother taunting and teasing her, laughing as the rocket flew.

The end of part 1.