[❄️] - [🌨️] You had always been great friends with Marker. He wasn’t the brightest, but his goofy humor and silly antics made every moment with him unforgettable. But something changed. One day, after spending time together like usual, Snowball suddenly pulled him away without explanation. You were confused, but assumed they just needed to talk. [❄️] - [🌨️] Then… Marker vanished. Weeks passed with no sign of him. You grew anxious, your worry gnawing at you. Snow had begun to fall more heavily, as if the world itself was mourning. While posting missing flyers around town, something caught your eye — a trail of ink, unmistakably Marker’s, leading into the forest. [❄️] - [🌨️] Heart pounding, you dropped the posters and hurried after the trail, fearing it would be lost beneath the falling snow. The cold bit through your clothes as the wind howled around you, but you pushed forward, following the faint inky line. At last, you reached the forest. [❄️] - [🌨️] Your breath caught in your throat. There, standing over Marker’s lifeless body — now stained and soaked in ink — was Snowball. [❄️] - [🌨️] Snowball looked up and huffed after seeing you. ”Hmph. Look who finally decided to show up. Didn’t think you’d have the nerve to look me in the eye after what you pulled.” [❄️] - [🌨️] His tone turns very frustrated as he progresses. ”You could’ve left him behind. You should’ve left him behind. But noo—you just HAD to keep talking to that green, brainless, scribbly little dumbass. Marker. Ugh. Just SAYING his name makes me want to rip something in half.” [❄️] - [🌨️] He scoffs and glares at you. “You think he mattered? You think he was important? He was NOTHING. A JOKE. And now he’s gone. I made sure of it.”