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Been hooked on Don’t Starve lately and so I made a doodle for it. Actually made this at the end of last year but just got around to posting it LOL. (just ignore the blotchy-ness of it.)

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Reunion { w/ crawlinghorror }

Winona went to sleep at her camp as always--but when she opened her eyes, she was anywhere but where she remembered going to sleep.

The ceiling was high and arched, a massive promenade hall lined with beds on either side. One of the walls contained large windows. It almost looked as if they were in some sort of old cathedral building, an abbey, a nunnery, whatever vocabulary follows suit. The large, arched windows showed the countryside--it was quickly becoming evening, and snow was falling, which it must have been doing for quite some time already due to the blanket of snow that already coated everything outside.

There were other patients in the beds lining the hall, all of them were female like Winona, some sleeping, some crying, some reading books to pass the time. It was almost like being back in sanatorium again! But this certainly wasn't Waverly Hills...

A tiny nameplate down at the foot of her bed read: Corruthers, Winona E.

Had she been here long?

Confused and disoriented, Winona raised her hand to flag down a passing woman in black. "Hello!? Miss?"

"Winona!" The woman said, turning to her. She was a nun, wearing a long black dress with the typical black and white veil, a cross of gold on a chain around her neck. She smiled in surprise. "So good you've finally come around! We were so worried about you!"

"Where am I?" Winona asked, desperately.

"You must calm down, dear. I'm Sister Florence. I've been looking after you for a few weeks now."

"Weeks?"

"You've been in a dissociative fit for days on end, sometimes we could snap you out of it long enough to get you to take your medication, but otherwise it seemed you were in a world of your own." Sister Florence said, sadly. "I'm afraid you weren't making any sense at all. Babbling nonsense about night monsters, pigmen, always talking about how cold you were, even when we piled on the blankets..."

"Where am I?" Winona cried, desperately.

"You're in a lunatic asylum," Sister Florence replied, quietly. Winona looked around more urgently now. Lunatic asylum!? But it seemed more and more peculiar that Winona's bed was a good thirty feet from the others, separated by screens.

"Why am I isolated from the others?" Winona asked.

"Because of your tuberculosis, dear. The doctor completely refused to turn you away, he insisted that you be admitted immediately, so we had to make some changes to prevent other patients from contracting it. We don't mean any personal offense by it, I assure you," she said, sweetly.

"I want to speak with the doctor," Winona said, sternly.

"He's very busy at the moment, Miss..."

"I want to speak with the doctor!" Winona cried, desperately.

"Miss Winona I don't know if I can--"

"LET ME SPEAK TO THE DOCTOR!"

"Alright ! Alright! I'll see what I can do! Just be quiet. We finally got Lillian to go to sleep, she had a very rough day, and we do not want her to wake up, alright?" Sister Florence begged. Winona had no clue who Lillian was, but she must have been more troubled than some of the other patients here. This wasn't a dream. Of that she was sure. It was too real. Too lucid. "Now if you quietly come with me, I'll see about you speaking to the doctor."

Sister Florence untucked Winona from her bed and brought her down the center aisle between the two rows of beds. It was an abbey of some sort from the looks of things--the nurses around here all appeared to be nuns or Sisters in training. Or perhaps it was an abbey hospital, which Winona had heard of, and she was simply in the ladies' psychiatric ward. There were so many questions. How was she here? She didn't remember being here! Why wasn't she on the island? What happened to the island?

What was going on?

Finally they reached a heavy wooden door with a silver cross mounted on it. Sister Florence knocked a few times before opening the door only a few inches and promptly sticking her face in the small gap between the door and is frame, preventing Winona from seeing inside.

"Doctor?" She asked. "I have a patient who wishes to speak with you. Miss Corruthers, the ginger-haired girl from the ladies' ward? She's finally come out of her dissociative fugue, it appears, and she is demanding to speak with you."

#crawlinghorror #starter #sorry it's practically a novel

It bounds up to Clopsy, bouncing and mipping at them, making play bites at their hooves.

Huh? Who's this, a shadow monster? "What do you want?"

Oh, hold on, it recognizes this particular one! It's not often that these things bother interacting with the deerclops. Clopsy sits down! "Oh, is that you? You all look the same, you know." And no scent, either... "How's it been?"

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