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7/26/2025, 2:56:57 AM
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ONE WEEK LATER
DECEMBER 14
>Winter had finally come.
>Maybe not the season necessarily... but the atmosphere, undoubtedly.
>It started to snow, and snow, and snow.
>The once green grasses of yards and fields were now caked in a foot of powdery white. There was no wind, so it fell in silence.
>It was quiet.
>Too quiet.
>You don't remember when you started running. All you know was that you were just running.
>Step by step, you trekked through the ankle deep snow, panting with wild abandon, running.
>You didn't dare stop.
>Hiding wasn't as easy in the snow. Your tracks were deep, easy for even the dumbest of hunters to notice.
>Notice you.
>You hid behind the corner of a building, trying to calm your breathing. You hoped that the snow would cover your tracks, fill them in like a cup.
>But it wasn't falling fast enough.
>Amidst the silence, you heard footsteps.
>These ones were smaller, more timid... far more careful than you were.
>And they were getting closer.
>Step, step, step.
>You knew who they belonged to.
>You held your only line of defense tightly in your hand, ready to use it at a moment's notice.
>Deep down, maybe you prayed.
>Did you believe in a god?
>"I see your footpriiiiiiints~"
>She taunted you from afar, singing to you.
>You felt your heart jolt.
>Slowly, you distance yourself from the corner, trying to creep your way towards some nearby bushes.
>Hopefully, you can lose her in there—
*KRRACK!*
>A branch, hidden by the snow, breaks beneath your feet.
>It's no longer quiet.
>The sound of running fills your ears.
>You forget the bushes.
>Immediately, you break into as dead a sprint as you can muster.
>The wind howls, the snow batters against your face, but you keep running.
>You keep running for your life.
>You don't look back.
>The buildings all look the same.
>Your chest hurts.
>Out of breath.
>But you keep running.
>After a couple minutes, you come to a stop behind some trees, panting heavily and clutching your chest.
>It actually hurts to breathe, but you continuously suck in air.
>Only for a moment, you hold your breath, listening out.
>Apart from the whistle of the wind, the air was dead again.
>No footsteps, no taunting.
>Nothing.
>You lost her.
>Thank Go—
*BLAM!*
>A rush of icy cold smacks you in the back of the head, and you stumble forward.
>You manage to catch yourself on the tree next to you and stay upright.
>Not even a second later—
"AGH! COLD! SHIT! FUCK!"
>Snow ran down the back of your neck and down your back, sending shivers up and down your spine.
>You felt your ass cheeks clench on sheer instinct.
>Then you heard giggle.
>That fucking giggle.
>You turned around by the heels of your feet.
>Standing ten feet away was a smug little Scootaloo, dressed in thick winter garments, with a snowball in one hand, and a wide, shit-eating grin on her face.
>Another giggle escaped her throat as she stared up at your suffering.
ONE WEEK LATER
DECEMBER 14
>Winter had finally come.
>Maybe not the season necessarily... but the atmosphere, undoubtedly.
>It started to snow, and snow, and snow.
>The once green grasses of yards and fields were now caked in a foot of powdery white. There was no wind, so it fell in silence.
>It was quiet.
>Too quiet.
>You don't remember when you started running. All you know was that you were just running.
>Step by step, you trekked through the ankle deep snow, panting with wild abandon, running.
>You didn't dare stop.
>Hiding wasn't as easy in the snow. Your tracks were deep, easy for even the dumbest of hunters to notice.
>Notice you.
>You hid behind the corner of a building, trying to calm your breathing. You hoped that the snow would cover your tracks, fill them in like a cup.
>But it wasn't falling fast enough.
>Amidst the silence, you heard footsteps.
>These ones were smaller, more timid... far more careful than you were.
>And they were getting closer.
>Step, step, step.
>You knew who they belonged to.
>You held your only line of defense tightly in your hand, ready to use it at a moment's notice.
>Deep down, maybe you prayed.
>Did you believe in a god?
>"I see your footpriiiiiiints~"
>She taunted you from afar, singing to you.
>You felt your heart jolt.
>Slowly, you distance yourself from the corner, trying to creep your way towards some nearby bushes.
>Hopefully, you can lose her in there—
*KRRACK!*
>A branch, hidden by the snow, breaks beneath your feet.
>It's no longer quiet.
>The sound of running fills your ears.
>You forget the bushes.
>Immediately, you break into as dead a sprint as you can muster.
>The wind howls, the snow batters against your face, but you keep running.
>You keep running for your life.
>You don't look back.
>The buildings all look the same.
>Your chest hurts.
>Out of breath.
>But you keep running.
>After a couple minutes, you come to a stop behind some trees, panting heavily and clutching your chest.
>It actually hurts to breathe, but you continuously suck in air.
>Only for a moment, you hold your breath, listening out.
>Apart from the whistle of the wind, the air was dead again.
>No footsteps, no taunting.
>Nothing.
>You lost her.
>Thank Go—
*BLAM!*
>A rush of icy cold smacks you in the back of the head, and you stumble forward.
>You manage to catch yourself on the tree next to you and stay upright.
>Not even a second later—
"AGH! COLD! SHIT! FUCK!"
>Snow ran down the back of your neck and down your back, sending shivers up and down your spine.
>You felt your ass cheeks clench on sheer instinct.
>Then you heard giggle.
>That fucking giggle.
>You turned around by the heels of your feet.
>Standing ten feet away was a smug little Scootaloo, dressed in thick winter garments, with a snowball in one hand, and a wide, shit-eating grin on her face.
>Another giggle escaped her throat as she stared up at your suffering.
7/19/2025, 8:10:39 AM
Working on the next chapter of a green (longer than I planned), but I've made it a thing to create a pic for each chapter. This is for chapter 5 but I'm not sure if this will be the finished pic or not.
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