> You’re so tired. So very tired. Even Grillby is telling you you need to go home and take a nap. Someone else is telling you to take a nap? That’s a change of pace. Eventually, you decide to be free from the gentle nagging worries of your bar friends and excuse yourself.
> Your blue eye flickers as you open the door, opening up to one of your ‘shortcuts’. You would disappear immediately and you felt something like you were stumbling- like your foot caught on a step that you weren’t expecting. You find yourself stumbling out into the snowy woods, standing in front of the big box your brother had made into his ‘sentry spot’ a while back...
> Weird. Your shoe’s untied, but not like that would effect your powers, right? Just a little hiccup... Maybe you’ll just walk back home when you do plan on going back. Right now, you slowly turn to the box and glance over the big, blocky letters that were written on it. You reach out to touch over one and frown as the box squishes. Well. Cardboard and water don’t mix. Even if it’s frozen water...