Frostbitten (CYOA) #23

>>30727128
Have Misty wear the necklace and there's nothing I can think of buying that might help us.

>>30727398
“First of all, you should probably wear this.”
You take the necklace with the pony doll leg on it out of the saddlebag and give it to Misty. She looks it over with a slightly perplexed look.
>Well, if there ever was something to not be my style, it'd be this.
“Yeah, it's not really mine either, but if it protects against magic it'll be pretty useful if we run into Will again. I don't want something like what happened to you to happen again. Don't think I could handle that.”
>I know... don't worry about it so much, alright?
“Easier said than done.”
>Yeah. But I know it's not impossible. You're stronger than you think. Now let's get going, I wanna get back to check on Philip and Peach.
“...Alright. Let's go.”
Out the door you go, snow crunching underneath your hooves as you step out into the cold air, observing at the city you haven't been able to see in a while. The city is a bit chillier than usual, and a lot of the ground is coated in ice and snow. You even got dangerously close to slipping and falling a couple times. The dilapidated city around you looked even more abandoned, with giant icicles hanging off of the various overpasses hanging over the area, and on some fallen buildings. Best to avoid them, you thought. You weren't too keen on getting skewered today. You hope, however, that in time the sun would melt away the snow, and travelling would be much easier.
Time passes, and before you know it, you're back at the shack concealing her-... your home. But something feels... off. The door leading to the shack is completely gone now. You remember it being destroyed by something that led a trail of weird liquid that went deeper into the city. That trail is surely gone now, though.
“Uhh, Peach? Will? Either of you there?”
You're left standing outside the shack, nothing to be heard but dead air.

>>30727657
Ready our weapon and head inside.

>>30728061
“Get the pistol out. Something seems off.”
>Right.
The sword makes a metallic sound as you pull it out of it's scabbard. You ready it and trot inside slowly. The shack's interior has been almost entirely desecrated. Besides the fridge being in front of the hole in the ice as always, everything was destroyed and stained with a strange black substance. The couch had been split in half, seemingly in one strike, something only a pony with incredible strength could hope to accomplish. A picture frame that was once on the wall had been knocked down and shattered, glass being spread around the area it fell. Examining the floor a bit closer, specks of long-dried blood stained the wood floor. The pattern suggested that blood was dripping from somewhere at an alarming rate, and who or whatever the blood was coming from left a trail of blood that continued on past the fridge and further on into the ice.
“This is bad. This is really, really bad.”

>>30728292
Continue.

>>30728386
>Let's get inside. I hope we aren't too late...
“Me neither. Let's go.”
With the help of Misty, you push the fridge out of the way with relative ease. Each step into the icy cavern filled your body with fear. You didn't want something bad to happen to them, they were one of the only ponies who seemed like they were happy together besides you and Misty. Now either one of them are in trouble and you feel like it's your fault. Regardless of who is to blame, you hope that you aren't too late and that one of them isn't hurt or worse. You've somehow ran the entire way to the entrance of the home and stop before setting foot inside. The door's closed, but the trail of blood clearly continues into it. You can hear some odd noise on the other side but you can't make out much. It almost sounds like... scratching?

>>30728656
Open the door and stand back.

>>30728732
You slowly walk over to the door and force it open. The door swings outwards and before you know what's happening you're lifted into the air by your neck and forced into the wall. Hyperventilation sets in when you're met face to face with what became of Peach Rift. Her face in it's entirety has been replaced by large, protruding lips that seem to have no teeth and are leaking a chunky light brown liquid. She-... it keeps opening and closing it's mouth rapidly as if it's trying to chew on something that isn't there.
>YOU WILL NOT TAKE HIM FROM ME.
It manages to mutter out in a deep, throaty voice. You feel the grip around your neck being tightened as the world around you begins to fade.
>Chance!
You hear Misty call out before the sound of a pistol being shot and a high pitched wail. A painful feeling runs down your spine as you hit the ground. You open your eyes and look up to get a look at her full body. She seems taller and slimmer, so slim in fact, you can see her bones and veins protrude from her light pink skin. Her body structure seems to be more like a hyena's than a horse.
You crawl away from her grounded body. She seems to be looking at the place where Misty shot her, right in the midsection. The crystal is sticking out of her as pus begins to leak from around it. It almost makes a whine-like noise as it stretches it's neck back to the wound and tries to lick it with a gross, long velvet tongue. She isn't hostile anymore and seems to be more concerned with tending to her wound. Misty and you just stare at it, unsure of how to continue.

>>30729022
Ask her what happened.

I'm seriously starting to get sick of this quest and I think you might've lost all of your other players.

>>30729353
Don't keep playing if you don't want to.

A thread of 2 nerds, what a surprise

>>30729022
Get some distance from her and set a defensive stance. We're not here to take anyone. What happened with you? Did you drink tap water?

geez what to do now

>>30732679
We wait for the fag of OP?

>>30735170

>>30736516

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>>30737633

>>30738392

>>30734127
oh

>>30740536
Don’t worry anon you’re one too

Dead, fag never appeared

Wow, he still has players and he just never showed up.