Pyrefly Forest was always eerily quiet, the creepy atmosphere wafting around like the very same fog that covered the majority of the woods. You trekked through, cutting through spider webs as you tried to make your way through before hearing something completely out of place in the creepy forest.

"OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!"

The laughter cut through the forest, slicing through your ears as you try to pinpoint the sound. That's when you finally look up and see it. A pink streak, soaring straight towards you, before suddenly landing on the ground with a thud, the parasol used as a glider coming to rest on the mystery figure's shoulder.

"Sweetheart has arrived! Though it seems I've missed my mark by..."

She looks around, her long pink hair swaying as she glances about pompously, trying to figure out where exactly she was.

"....by a lot."

She then finally notices you standing there, still a tad shaken from the sudden encounter. She raises an eyebrow, smirking a little.

"Oh. I mean, this is exactly where I meant to end up! Ohohohoho!"

She lets out that triumphant laugh once more, taking up a pose of confidence as if to convince you that this was on purpose. It was not.