Snowcon Forest

Slush

"Move faster, I have to find that mustache wearing brat!" A harsh, masculine voiced barked, breaking the silence that had engulfed the forest.

Several figures could be seen moving through the darkness, all hulking brutes that tripped and stumbled as they tried to navigate their way through the trees and bushes that surrounded them.

"Yes Boss!" A different, ruff voice answered. "Mafia will find Mustache Girl for you!"

"But snow is heavy." A third muttered. "And Mafia not like snow..."

"Stop complaining and get moving! I'm freezing in this jar!" The original voice shouted, belonging to a jar that was held in one of the Mafia's hands.

Or rather it belonged to the mush that was in the jar. Mush that had eyes, an oddly well-groomed mustache, and was wearing what appeared to be a chef's hat.

The Mafia Boss growled and muttered under his breath. "Stupid brat, trapping me in this jar and then running away to escape her punishment! I'll get my revenge!"

The jar trembled once again, a shudder due to the brisk winds that blew through the too quiet forest, another shout escaped him. "AND CURSE THIS SNOW! I'LL BE SLUSH AT THIS RATE!"

Unfortunately this sudden outburst had a rather negative effect on the Mafia who was carrying him. Completely surprised by his Boss' rage, the bald man tripped and stumbled, slipping off of the snow covered grass and tumbling onto a lower ledge, where he immediately started to sink into the ground.

It appeared as though the group had stumbled, quite literally, into the local swamp.

"Mafia no like spooky swamp!" The Mafia yelped, struggling to escape the hands that were now reaching up from the somewhat frozen marsh beneath him.

The jar in his hands shook and squirmed as the Mafia Boss shouted at the top of his nonexistent lungs. "GET US OUT OF HERE!"

The other Mafia who had been with them, three in total, quickly rushed forward towards their leader and ally, yanking both of them out of the swamp before they complete sank into it. The Mafia that had been holder their leader hunched over and panted, heart pounding from the life threatening experience, while the jar just rocked back and forth in anger.

He hated the snow, despised the swamp that had nearly taken his life, and blamed the mustached girl for it all.

"Boss, Mafia see lights in the distance!" One of the Mafia suddenly shouted, just now noticing what appeared to be several sources of light that were just barely visible through the darkness that surrounded them.

Lights meant homes, and the jar had a feeling the people who lived up ahead might know where his quarry might be, if he did not find her there that is.

The Mafia Boss chuckled, malice flashing darkly in his eyes. "Get moving men, we have a brat to find."

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"Hm, so you still love books then? I'm glad to see that hasn't changed."

Snatcher scoffed and folded his arms, glancing at the frozen woman standing beside him. "Come on Christine, you should've known that already. We would spend afternoon's together reading!"

The frozen woman chuckled. "Yeah, but you were the one reading, not me."

"Because books are awesome, and entertaining!" Was the barked rebuttal.

"A dork in life and a dork in death, how fitting."

"HEY!"

The group, consisting of Snatcher, Moonjumper, Christine, Hat Kid, and Mu, had all decided to move to Snatcher's tree in order to discuss the ice coated woman's future in Subcon Forest. Right now she was inspecting the shadow's home while Moonjumper and the children took over Snatcher's chair.