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Challenge #4 - Icebreaker


Howdy, stranger. You're looking a little lost, can't find your way back? I understand; the forest is thick this time of year, and the trees unkind. You must be lonely, though. But worry not, for there are lots of signs... well, there used to be, but to be quite honest they seem to have vanished when I wasn't looking.

Oh. There is a noise on the wind; can't you hear it? It seems like the puppets have begun their yearly parade through the mountain paths. But if you stay on your road (oh, you can't see it?) you'll be well out of their way. Merely a matter of not getting underfoot, you see.

Hmm, I seem to have forgotten something. It's surely fine, though; I seem to be forgetting lots of things lately, but I'm still here, aren't I? Good as rain, really.

Oh, you think I'm rusting? That's a mighty mean thing to say, I do so think. Perhaps you could benefit from a good rest, something to recharge your soul. It's a consumable, you know. Best be looking after it real good, or things might go a little... wrong, shall we say. But I'll look after you while rest, so just close your eyes for a minute. Yes, just like that.

You're not sleeping. I can tell. Nightmares? Scared of the dark? You have nothing to fear as long as you stick to the rules. They're common sense, really. Just don't wander off the path. You'll see. When the sun rise, you'll see. It's right there. Worry not.

I hear the puppets getting closer now. Just stay still. If you can't see the path, just stay still. I'll hide you, so just stay still.

You're leaving. Why would you leave? You can't see the road, you said. It's too dark, you said. The shadows are moving strangely, you said. The trees are bleeding, you said.

I'm rusting, you said.

I don't think I'm rusting, though. I feel fine; it's a bit harder to move these days, that's true, but that happens with age. I feel quite old, sometimes, I will admit, but that's just because there are so few good conversationalists these days. So many screams, so few 'good morning's and 'hello's.

I feel fine, and I'm quite comfortable, right here. So there's no need to worry.

You're crawling on the ground. Something chases you. I offer assistance, of course. I'm not callous. Would you like my help?

Oh. I move weird, you say. There are blood stains on my body, you say. How odd. I don't bleed much these days, but then the trees surrounding me are quite kind, to share their life with me. I'm gotten a bit attached, you see, and so when you speak of them like that I must admit to some disgust. No need to be harsh, now.

Your scream is just a bit grating. I do wish you'd stop. It's quite an overreaction, don't you think? You got in the way of the parade, that's all. The puppets will move on, and you'll still be here when they're gone. And I'll fix your body, too.

Worry not.

[Yeah, I don't know what happened, LOL. Ice broken?]

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