[center][h1][color=darkgreen]Linkle[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h3][color=red]Merge Rate: 33%[/color][/h3][/center]

[center]Word Count: 808 [/center]

[center][color=darkgreen]Level 10[/color] - (24/100) + 2[/center] 

[center]Location: Frozen Highlands ~ Snowdin - Treat's Doll House[/center]

[@Dark Cloud][@Majoras End]
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Linkle couldn't stop herself as she flew through the air like a fastball, her body focused more on pulling air back into her lungs than doing anything to soften her inevitable impact with the ground. Luckily for her someone did that for her. She watched Albedo move forward, brace himself, then get closer and closer before the sudden impact.

She, much like the Doll Master, had expected she would knock him over. Maybe it was due to that climbing he did, but Albedo held firm. He had caught her in more of a hug than anything, and was treated to the Skullgirl wheezing into his ear for a moment before he righted himself enough to put her down. It wasn't that far to the floor. "Nice catch." She managed to choke out as he did.

As Linkle took a few more deep breath's she spotted the Stalfos begin glowing and, with a wave of its finger, call up a barrier of bones between them and the behemoth. It was a technique that seemed oddly familiar, but more importantly than that he showed himself to be definitively on their side. That was a relief. Though now there was another friend down here with that man in addition to Frisk and Albedo.

Speaking of Frisk, the kid approached and handed her one of her crossbows. It was only when they swapped the color of the little heart floating in front of them that Linkle took notice of it, but that was only for a moment before the child handed her the other one. She nodded her thanks to Frisk before standing up, just in time to see the man smash his way through the Stalfos bones and come right at them. His charge was stopped, however, by a garden of crystals that bloomed underneath him courtesy of Albedo. This the Alchemist followed up with one of his flowers, pressing the man up against the ceiling where he began lashing out mindlessly in rage, or maybe fear. He reached down, trying to grasp the stem as though it were a regular weed he could rip from his garden. 

She hesitated. She was never comfortable with fighting someone that didn't have an avenue to fight back. Then, Frisk spoke up and reminded her that she didn't have the option of finishing this fight on her terms. She could take a punch, but she didn't Frisk could and if what he had done to those bones was any indication neither could the friendly Stalfos. Playtime was over.

Her strawberry hair flashed into a icy blue and the temperature around them dropped sharply as she raised her crossbows to the ceiling. The tips of both glowed with the same blue light as she fired a pair of bolts as the Dollmaster. They struck him in the head and pair of his exposed chest, and he let out one last airy shriek as an explosion of cold covered him and threw up a veil of mist that began to fall from the ceiling. As it cleared it reveled the dollmaster, completely encased in ice. She jumped up, giving the ice a high kick. At her touch the ice imploded inwards all at once, then shattered. Linkle landed only moments before the mans sprawling body followed, slamming into the basement floor hard enough that the fur of them could feel it in their boots.

Labored breathing still came from him, even if his body was broken. His fingers managed to drag one arm, plaintively, across the floor toward them. Linkle took a few steps back out of reach just in case he had some unexpected last gasp of strength. "My dolls..." he gasped out as the arm snaked its way toward them. "My beautiful dolls. Don't...leave..."

Then the hand collapsed upon the floor. Shortly after, it was dissolving into fine flakes of ash leaving only a small mote of light shining in the center of it. Linkle wondered how many people had actually seen him before they had? Had there been other dolls he had watched before Treat? Was he the reason the owner of this mansion was missing? How long had he been hiding from the world?

She didn't let these concerns show on her face as she twirled her crossbows and holstered them in her boots, her hair changing back to its normal color as she turned and faced the three of them. "I'm really sorry guys. I should have been able to handle this before you got back." They had returned weirdly fast now that she thought about it.

She glanced over at the Stalfos, the two half skulls laughing in her eyes briefly meeting the two empty sockets in his. Maybe he was the reason? "So, who's your friend? Oh, is Treat okay!? Did you guys manage to talk it out with the rabbits? I have completely reconsidered, I don't think she should be living up here by herself."