(uhh art by me also this a Crossover this is not canon)

conclusion: You went urban exploring with some friends who recently had became hypnotized by videos on media. Your group decide to head for the tundra (somewhere in the outskirts farlands of Blackrock). Your group ran into a blizzard and got lost, somehow managed to not die and ends up in a ghost town of apartment complexes. You followed a long road and discovered a run down mall. It seems like time is frozen here, the dates on food packagings stated it’s been abandoned a couple decades ago, yet everything seems fresh, just a bit dirty. To be honest, you thought it looked like what you’d expect a mall to look like after black Friday sales…well, customers probably can’t knock over a vending machine but still. The lights were either buzzing or flickering, and some of the cars in parking lots looked like something heavy dropped on them. It wasn’t until you suddenly felt a cold breeze brushed up your spine did you felt uneasy. Everyone ends up getting a bad vibe from that place and left it for good. Now look at you, a week later. Snuggling in your house/apartment with a blanket, laying down on your bed. Apparently your entire group caught a cold and no one had been able to stop sniffling or sneezing. You only felt cold. That’s definitely not how a cold works, you know. You don’t even feel dizzy. You are so tempted to figure out why and suddenly you heard the sound of porcelain gently collide with wood and sliding towards you. A mug of hot cocoa is placed on your nightstand, and a stranger standing next to it. They looked psychotic. They smiles at you. Their hand gesturing you to take the cocoa and drink it. Their posture matches their mannerism. They are waiting for you. Their body is slightly too pale and transparent. After you stared at them for another minute, they speaks up, with a voice of drugged madness that echos in your head.

“Drink it. I need you to stay alive.”