Preview of Wintersday Wrapping (Dec '23)
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Summary: Severa wakes up only to be put into another twisted experiment. Survive a sticky gauntlet or be captured by festive toys and become a gift yourself.
Word Count (Full Version): 1706
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There was an oddity to those gifts which caught Severa's eye, many of them were moving, as though the boxes were soft rather than firm and from several angles she could see; charr paws. Her fellow test subjects were fighting to stay free and those who were defeated were recaptured, packaged up and humiliated with only their feet on show.
Running to the presents seemed only to be a good idea if she could find some way to break her fellow charr free, first. Instead she steered away before the chasing toy pack could corral and herd her to their choosing.
Squelch. The sound made Severa groan into the hefty ball as her bare toes braced to walk into the snow, only to find it was not cold and frozen but thick and sticky goo. "Mhmh!" She gasped, stepping out and wrenching her foot. In a relieving twist, the gooey mass snapped, heavy residue clinging but not leaving her rooted in place. By now the toys had almost caught up she realised she had no choice but to run into the sticky mire.
"Ghhhr bhhhnm hnngh." She growled in frustration as she ran forward, quickly turning to a mere waddle as she had to put a striding effort into trudging even a single length of her body.
Above the gooey, gurgling furrows she left, the toys ran on, most of them light enough to dance over the surface without so much as leaving footprints. The heavier ones split and started to run around the bank to cut off wherever she might try and go.
"Mhhh, hmghh..." Severa let out inarticulate groans into the gag as her exhaustion grew. More beeps chimed in the air signalling more charr joining the twisted game, yet the pack of toys on her heels weren't interested in new prey.
While far from desirable, her situation had been going well until with a loud, comical sounding splort the charr felt a sharper pull of gravity. A hidden pocket in the mire had instantly plunged her from knee high to the waist. Her legs kicked, trying to find solid ground yet the thick gooey-white mire she was in held her back.