Snowcon Forest

Mend

The blurry figure floated closer and while Mustache Girl did her best to back away the howling blizzard slowed her progress. It was clear she would be forced to encounter whatever strange creature had been stalking her through the woods.

She let out a yelp, tripping over a hidden root, and fell back into the snow. The cold substance immediately sank into her clothes and skin, making her shudder. The wind, taking advantage of her wet clothing, tore viciously at her, making her colder with each passing second.

This had been such a stupid idea!

Mustache Girl knew she should have stopped looking for Time Pieces after the whole Conductor fiasco, ugh the fines, and done something else! But here she was, stuck in some snowy forest with a monster that would probably eat her face.

"I'm, I'm warning you don't get any closer!" She shouted, ignoring the faint cracking of her voice.

The wind was howling, the snow was blinding, and she felt oh so cold!

The creature was getting closer but she could not move. The cold and the fear that she had desperately tried to deny earlier were sinking in and locking her in place.

She was, quite literally, frozen.

It did not help that the air was heavy with what she assumed to be malice or hatred. It felt like the entire forest was watching her, waiting to see what her next move was so it could react.

And then it was upon her, the floating figure that would seal her fate.

The curtain of snow that separated them was much thinner now and Mustache Girl could actually make out what it looked like. It had some weird red coat on, and its skin looked blue!

It paused directly in front of her and stared, red eyes glowing in the darkness. The figure then leaned down and smiled at her, pointed fangs and monocle shining in the faint moonlight. It opened its mouth and...

"Hello!"

Mustache Girl screamed.

The piercing noise ripped through the previous silence of the forest, shattering it like glass. The figure cringed and leaned back to escape how loud the scream was, and was then promptly hit in the face by a snowball.

"Stay away from me!" She cried out, another snowball ready in her hand in case she had to throw it.

The creature shook his head and wiped the snow from his face. While he was distracted the shuddering girl took the chance to sprint off into the woods, or she tried to.

Riiiip!

Mustache Girl stumbled and fell once again, this time landing face first in a snowdrift. Her short cape had gotten caught on one of the lower branches of a nearby tree, tearing apart and trapping her.

In her panic she focused more on struggling rather than freeing the fabric that had gotten her caught in the first place. In turn this only led to her getting progressively more tangled and fearful as time went on.

It was a vicious cycle that had ensnared the terrified girl, and prevented her from being away of the floating creature that drew ever closer.

A soft voice interrupted her, bringing with it a sense of calm and control that helped to dispel the emotions that had taken control of her in the first place. Her struggles began to cease, but she was still scared.

"It is okay, you do not need to be afraid." The voice murmured. "I will not hurt you."

Mustache Girl took a deep breath, shoved her fear down, and spun around to face whoever was talking to her.