dont die doll

RUN

YOLO

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

NO NOT DOLL TOO!!

oh no

Oh boi hazamod is having vietnam flashbacks

Doll decides to brace onward. Despite her weapon of choice (her lovely lace parosol with a knife hidden in the handle) having been stripped from her body before her awakening, Doll still felt as though she could take on any obstacle. She came to stand at the end of the corridor, just metres before a large stone arc. She stopped there a moment to rest and observe her surroundings. Doll's breath was visible in front of her, alerting her of the sudden drop in temperature. This was strange. Hasn't the room been much warmer only moments ago? Doll gulped once more. A slight sliver of fear began to weave itself through her core, but before she had time to move passed to stone archway, snow fell before her from the ceiling. Continue onward or go back? Was there something Doll missed?

Look around. Maybe there's something useful, or at least a blanket or something to keep her warm.

Get warm. It's a good idea.

Doll backtracks a few steps, deciding to heed the strange voices' advice and look around for useful items. Strangely enough, there was a burlap material that, when pulled from its pile of rusted chains, made to be a warm blanket. Doll nodded. This would do nicely. Doll turned back to the archway. Now that she was as prepared as she'll ever be, she confidently strode through the opening and into the harsh blizzard. Just a few steps in, she noticed something odd. The blizzard was indoors (of course, this was weird in itself, but not the most notable fact), and the wind seemed to be caused by an agonised wail. The howling tore at Doll's heartstrings, making her feel gutwrenching grief to her very core. Snow whipped at her face, causing Doll to squint through the storm. Her blanket was nearly not enough, but served to provide the warmth she needed to keep going. There were various trees all around her, much like a scene from Narnia (the first movie with all the snow). Doll used them to move toward the sound of pure anguish. She wondered if she should find something to protect her if her discovery lead to something hostile. That couldn't be the case, though... Right? (Move forward or find weapon?)

Weapon. It's a good idea.

A weapon would be best, even if it's as simple as a random tree branch.

Move on, no need to waste your time, weapons won't help against the guard-bots.

Doll kneels down and scoops snow into her small hands. She presses a stone lying by her feet into the middle of the snow, then packs the frozen flakes around it. As cruel as it was, she decided that this would be her chosen weapon. Standing from her crouched position, Doll silently bounces behind a tree. She attempts to calm her thundering heart, but can't think passed the adrenaline rush coursing through her. The howling grows louder, until it's as if the noise is coming from directly behind her tree. The sound rattles her. She looks down at her deadly snowball and wonders if she made the wrong choice.... She closes her eyes and breathes. Once. Twice. Okay. Doll's eyes snap open, her expression DETERMINED. Her body didn't quiver from the intense cold, and a warm barrier seemed to take its place. With a final breath of icy air, Doll leaps out from behind her tree, and with a mighty roar, she FLINGS the snowball at the *thing*. As soon as the rock within the snowball met its target, the snowstorm dies down almost instantly. Doll's vision clears enough to see the creature and-- LE GASP WTF?!?!? NANIIIIIII?!!??! Doll's eyes are wide like saucers. (what did Doll find? Should she scream? Run? Bury the creature before it ganks her too?)

(time for deciding ran out. Doll just gapes at what she has found.) The whining Jack Frost pouts at Doll. "Hee Hoe, why the fuck you gotta smash my heeing head in, you hoe??" Doll couldn't comprehend what was going on. "...P-Picasso?" She stutters, causing the Jack Frost persona to roll his eyes. "Of course it's me! Jeez, waifu, you sure are slow today!!" Doll was confused. How did Picasso even get in here? Did he get trapped here too? Doll could remember her friend being missing a few days prior to her abduction, but she hadn't thought he'd be in Mishima's attic too! "Let's just... let's just go." Doll's brain did a brain fart. It wouldn't think, and it wouldn't help her make any major choices. Picasso and Doll head off to a random direction through the snowy forest. Eventually, they get to an iced-over lake. The only way to the other side was to cross the lake, as going around would take too long, and Doll was a lazy sod. The ice appeared to be thin, but Doll was hesitant to ask Picasso to chill it. In fact, she was tempted to ask the Jack Frost persona to go first to "test the waters". (should Doll ask Picasso to freeze the ice solid, or make Picasso walk across first to see if it's even necessary?) (time taken to use freeze spell: 9 days) (Picasso walking: 1 day)

Walk across! A Jack Frost can't get hypothermia from water, anyway. ..and took me this long to notice rip

Walking, may as well get the short one over with

Walk. It's fast.

Walk. Very Fast. You don't have nine days to wait, do you?

Choice Chosen: Picasso Walking Doll nudges Picasso. "I dare you to run across the lake screaming 'penguins are pedophiles'." Picasso growled menacingly. Doll simply grins innocently. Picasso eventually just sighs and gets ready to make his way across the huge lake. "If I drown, ima haunt your ass." Picasso glares at Doll. She simply simpers. "It's a wonderful ass indeed." Our lovely Jack Frost sprite then burst forth from his position like a runner in the olympics. He was graceful and elegant, showing all the signs of a true athlete. Or so he thought. In reality, Picasso looked like a waddling duck with his arms flapping up and down and his legs failing to find a grip on the ice. Doll had to put a hand to her mouth to hide her mirth. Picasso's voice screaming "PENGUINS ARE PEDOPHILES" in a high-pitched girly voice, possibly an imitation of Doll's, nearly killed the poor smut-writer from laughter. She was on the ground, spazzing out, in the process of dying when Picasso decided to look back. At this point, he was in the middle of the lake and over the thinnest layers of ice. There was no cracks to be found, despite the sprite being around Doll's weight, so he'd stopped and checked to see if Doll would follow. Picasso nearly got a heart attack when he saw Doll having a seizure.

Picasso panicked, and in his panic a gust of icy wind tunneled around him and pushed him in Doll's direction. He made it back twice as fast as he had to get to the middle of the lake. When he went to check if Doll was still alive, he nearly face palmed. "You little shit. You were laughing at me!!" Doll was still laughing too hard to reply. All that was coming from her mouth was the sound of a dying cat, and she was clapping her hands like a mcfucking seal. Her face had tears smeared all over from the initial attempt at hiding the laughter. "Hee ho shut the fuck up." Picasso's voice only spurred more laughter from the possibly sugar-high girl. He eventually sighed and picked her up, hoisting her onto his back. There was no way Doll could walk from all this laughing. Picasso used the wind that had taken him from the middle to Doll's side. He ordered it to bring them to the other side of the lake as fast as possible. In no time, the two were on the other side of the frozen lake and Doll still hadn't shut up. Picasso was mildly worried. But then, out of no where, a bubbling laugh split past his snowman lips. It was at this moment, that Picasso looked back. His eyes darted back in time to see a hooded figure move behind a clump of trees. A cold blast of dread brewed in the pit of his stomach. Doll and Picasso were cursed. (Go after the hooded figure or Continue passed the lake?)

Hmm........ YOLO. Don't risk it. Keep on going.

Go after the hooded figure, could be another friendo.

Chase them to death.

Hooded figure? Important! Get them! and this is racist against penguins i am so triggered rn jk