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Word Count: [color=fff79a]982[/color]
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Frozen Highlands - Snowy Forest

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[center][h1][color=9e0b0f]BODY DESECRATED![/color][/h1][/center]

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“Blinking” (if you could call it that), The Prisoner woke to his vision obsured by the weight of the winter on his body. He never should have strayed off the path that Frisk, Linkle, and Albedo lead him down. He had expected to find new adventure parting from the skeptical Albedo, yet only found himself lost in the snowy fields. They had to have sprawled around for miles in each direction. He looked down at his hands worriedly to see that they had completely nearly rotted into a disgusting green and purple mush of flesh and disease. He had no blood to shed to fend off the infectionous Malaise. He could feel his body whithering underneath him with each step he took. He was going to die and much like he did on the island and ruins, find a new body to host himself in.

The Prisoner stopped dead in his tracks as his body began to violently vibrate, the disease he festered now rapidly spreading across the interior and exterior of the corpse. It started at his feet as his body began to wither away, turning to a mushy pile of disease before fading into ash, blowing into the wind. His body had been desecrated. Reduced to now his Malaise-ridden head, the Prisoner now laid in the snow. “Well, shit.” He said complaining about the situation in the silence of the wind and snow. There’d be no way he could continue like this for very long. He had very few options. Either go back to find Frisk, or bare the harsh winter around him, trying to find a way to possess a new body.

The choice seemed obvious. Frisk was the only member of the crew who openly accepted him and possibly with time he could learn how to be a part of a team. The blob-like form of The Prisoner began slowly rolling through the snow, leaving a small trail in the snow as he went on his way to meet back up with the group. He hadn’t been walking for long, so on feet, it should only take a few minutes to regroup, but in his current condition, it was very possible that The Prisoner could be delayed.

The Prisoner made no delay to admire the scenery as he rolled as fast as he could as a simple head could, collecting snow on the surface of his head. “Frisk, I can’t see you buddy!” He shouted from the ground, still able to somehow speak despite not having an actual throat. His voice could have easily been drowned out by the winds or muffled by The Prisoner’s rolling through the thick white flour of winter, but just in case it helped him locate his new companions through the difficult terrain.

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After have been rolling for what had seemed at least a mile, The Prisoner found himself back in the general location of where he had deviated from Frisk and Albedo, though he suspected they had pressed onward towards the tower Frisk had mentioned in their introduction. It took him a minute to find any leads as to where they went, following a trail of what was the feet of a few people, but most prominently, the trail of a child’s shoes. He knew they had decided to go in this direction once seeing this and made immediate way to following the trail he had picked up.

The Prisoner had slinked through the flat and hills of snow, now determined to regroup with the small group that had set out, and within a few minutes of his journey found the sight of Frisk, Albedo, and the bird-man who acted as a sort of guide. It had seemed that The Prisoner had missed quite a lot in his aimless rolling, because as soon as he started proceeding towards them again, he had snapped at Albedo before taking off to the sky, leaving Albedo and Frisk in their lonesome. The Prisoner slowly approached the duo, making his best attempt to not suddenly startle them, now being in this odd, bodiless form. He’d had given them a friendly wave if he still had his arms, but being reduced to a discusting, green, vine-like blob made that impossible. “Hey.” He intejected from below, looking up at the alchemist and the child.

From afar, it would’ve taken The Prisoner a moment to notice the change in Frisk’s overall appearance, however being closer to the child, or rather, now young adult, brought the changes clear to his eye. He rolled up to Frisk and Albedo, his green, mossy-viney head of sickness littered with sprinkles of snow. “Whoa, what happened Frisk? I was only gone for a few minutes and you’re... Older?...” The Prisoner seem genuinely perplexed by the change in overall form, but paid it little attention, as his curiousity had not been quenched. Where did Teba go? And why had he seemed so upset. “I... take it something happened between you three?” He asked clearly in reference to Frisk’s new appearance and the now missing Teba.

He kinda slithered up closer to Frisk and Albedo’s shoes, ready to continue their “mission”. He looked up at Frisk. “You mind giving me a ride? I wouldn’t advise touching me, but, I’m a little [i]short[/i] on stamina right now.” He seemed very proud of that joke, as he let out a short chuckle before he lookef back up at the pair. “Seriously though, I might need a ride.”