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@ultraheadspace replied: "Hehe...I wanted to see you, mum~" Aven claims Browning's bed like a cat would. "There's not much to do here...and I wanna change that. Let's build something together, mum~"
"Build something you say...I...wouldn't know where to start with that, hon. Was there something you really wanted to do, specificlly? There isn't much around and I suspect for good reason. Phi tends to enjoy having me suffer through boredom, it seems..."
@ultraheadspace: Bites her other cheek
She is dying. This is how she perishes, consumed by cannibals -
Browning awakens to the sound of something entering her tent. It's shuffling slowly, and letting out low groans as it heads towards her bed. As she flicks the light on, she sees...a zombie girl with tattered clothes, filthy from head to toe like she just crawled out of a grave! "Need...warm..." Her hand reaches out and grabs Browning's thigh. Unsurprisingly, it's ice cold.
And like a normal person, Browning let out a shrill screech from the cold feeling between her thighs. Out of reflex, her leg began to punt the undead creature from one of her sides. The doll continued with no real change going on as she felt those ice-cold grips slowly shift up. She would then shift her leg to smother her foot into her face in another vein effort to have her get off.
“Off! Off, I say! Get off! EIIIIIIIIIIIIII!”
Not the best first impressions but the doll wasn’t entirely fond of the dead rising up from the ground in order to feast on her body. Of course, she wasn’t biological at all but the fear of the unnatural still supersedes all in her neural cloud.
@ultraheadspace continued from here!
"Are you su-" Her words are cut off as they tighten the rope around her neck. Equal parts excitement and now fear start to settle inside her. It was hard to breathe let alone talk but, still she tries. "What now?" She asks, eyes seemingly innocent as she's completely at their mercy.
Browning wakes up to find a wrapped gift lying on top of her. It seems like a clothing box! When she opens it, she finds a nice heavy knit sweater! Perfect, just in time for the harsh Hinterlands winter. Who made it for her, though?
"..."
Browning seemed a little hesitant about the gift. On one hand, it's something else to wear in this godforsaken place. On another, where the hell did this even come from and more importantly...who? Examining her surroundings wouldn't gave her the answers she wanted, only more questions.
The tent was still, nothing over turned, unfazed. Should she even over think such a gift? She doubts a sweater could even be anything evil...even if it was probably given to her by one of those evil gnats that pester her so.
"...It'd be kind if you at least stayed around for a little while longer. Maybe we could have shared a hot chocolate or something..."
Oh dear. Browning can just sense that there's someone in her tent when she wakes up. Not Martz or Phi, at least, but she can smell coffee, so at the very least they've stolen some of her food. Lovely.
Nothing really lost in her eyes. Coffee was never her preferred drink of choice when it came to morning brews. However, the development of some new scamp in her tent only seemed to fill her with some form of agitation. It didn’t even seem like her tent was hers anymore with how often people could just barge in without any respect of her privacy. Grumbling out of her slumber, Browning tossed out of her bed whilst grabbing her service rifle.
Swinging the barrel side to side, she scanned the entirely of her immediate surroundings before hopping off the bed. She didn’t seem like she was fooling around anymore.
“Alright! Where are you?! I know you just robbed me! Get out of your damn hiding spot right now or I swear I’ll light up anything that moves! I’m not kidding!”
The doll announced, the agitation in her voice palpable while she cocked the charging handle back and forth to ready the bolt of her weapon. The sound was menacing but compared to the usually characters she deals with in the Hinterlands, not so much.
@ultraheadspace replied: X bottom left! Aven will play!
"Weren't you suppose to be some where else today, hon? I thought you had important business to attend..."
Browning is getting ready to bathe in a freezing cold Hinterlands river again, when suddenly she's ambushed from behind, grabbed and a knife held to her neck! ...It's only the spine of the knife, though, strange.
"And that's 32-0. You machine guns aren't very situationally aware, are you~?" Ah, that's why.
There would have been a greater upheaval in her temperament if the doll hadn't been jaded by all the suffering she had to endure from those who keep her in this god-forsaken place. Right now, Browning was running this all like another trick. Maybe the psycho bunny playing another prank or a construct from her unconscious mind by the mink.
What was there before her wasn't real. It couldn't be.
"And what do you know about Machine Guns, Martz? Or should I say Phi this time? Doesn't matter. I know this place like the back of my hand. I can tell whats an illusion and what isn't. How about you cut the charades and just come out and mess with me properly?"
"It's not like I'm going anywhere any time soon..."
