Your New Best Friend

As many people know, Old Everglade is largely abandoned and for good reason. New Everglade may have a lot of current residents, but the deeper into Old Everglade you get, well… the more off-kilter and less controllable things get. It’s why most NPCs won’t tread there nowadays unless they really need something.

A teenage boy by the name of Thomas is worried for his sick grandmother. His grandmother is terminally ill and, though taken care of at Everglade’s Nightingale Care Institution, is likely not to make it through to the new year and told him about a childhood toy she had back when she used to live in Old Everglade. For this reason, Thomas ventured into Everglade’s abandoned areas and found the toy- this doll seems to have made friends, however, and in chasing it it led him to a very, very old bridge. The bridge was rickety, barely standing, but determined to see his grandmother smile one last time, Thomas persevered.

This was not the best idea Thomas has ever had. Crossing the bridge broke a series of seals that had been placed onto the bridge to cordon off an island known as the Isle of Doll. Thomas’s grandmother’s doll had been from outside of it and had been coaxed into bringing a human there to break the seal so they could become true friends, and in doing so released the dolls from the island. Though the island was small, it was filled with hundreds of abandoned dolls, all lining the edge of the island. They move in jerky, rickety movements as if they should not be moving at all. And now they’re out, and they’re coming to Everglade to find new friends. Forever friends. Friends that won’t ever, ever be able to leave them. Ever again.

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( Optional Prompts )

[ Even though Hela doesn't know exactly how she got there and she's incredibly pissed about how her last family reunion went, she saunters around the cities like everywhere is her own personal catwalk. She finally settles on Everglade to make her first post, leaving on top of a half-ruined wall the device she has been given, whatever that thing is called. They don't have smartphones in Niflheim, or Asgard for what matters.

The woman is the video is raven-haired, wears dark clothing and the kind of makeup that would make a raccoon jealous. She's beautiful in the way dangerous predators always are, the kind of beauty that is better seen from a safe distance. ]

I want to talk for the person responsible for this realm, as it is my wish to thank them close and personal for bringing me here. [ There’s a smile on Hela’s lips but the tone of her voice shows anything but real happiness. She has a rather deep, powerful voice for a woman and her eyes are sharp. ] I am Hela, Goddess of Death, Odin's first bo...oh, what now!?

[ Her face suddenly has the exasperated look of someone who has been interrupted one too many times in the past. Hela looks down at whatever is bothering her and sure enough, there's a creepy looking doll now clinging to her shin. After a second, it tilts its head up in jerky motions...and Hela has had enough.

She leans over, holding a hand over the doll's head as if she's about to lovely pat it., only to summon one of her necroswords. It stabs the doll right in the head and through its body until it gets impaled on the ground, tiny arms flailing around. Hela's powers might be dampened after what happened to Asgard but she's pleased to see that some things work as they should. She straightens up, grinning more sincerely this time. ]

As I was saying...