Krampus plot

[unglitched]

This just isn't Vanellope's day. One minute she's in Milliways minding her own business, the next some hairy horned monster thing is bundling her up in a sack and carrying her off.

The next thing she knows, she's being dumped in a... huh. What is this place, exactly? It looks like something out of an old-school FPS, all bare stone corridors going off in different directions. And the hairy horned monster seems to have vanished completely. Where is she, and how the heck is she supposed to get back home?

Maybe that big guy in the leather armor knows something. She approaches him and clears her throat.

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[unglitched]

The ice continues to spread. It reaches toward the still-present jet of flame, turning to steam that starts to envelop the whole corridor.

"Now what?!"

[its_possible]

"We could try going the other way," he says, already taking a few steps back from the doors. "We're not getting through here. Past where we came in, that must be the way out."

Unless there's no way out at all. But if there's a way in, there must be a way out.

[unglitched]

"Fine by me!"

Her form dissolves into a stream of glowing pixels which stream away from the doors and coalesce ten yards down the corridor.

[its_possible]

That's a handy trick.

Uther has no such option, though, so he has to settle for jogging backward away from the doors, until he's far enough away that he doesn't feel the need to watch for the bees anymore.

[unglitched]

Vanellope is waiting for him, at what she hopes is a safe distance away.

"What kept you?"

[its_possible]

"Making sure we're not followed," he says, glancing now in the direction they'd originally come from.

"Those things looked nasty, whatever they were. And what we have on hand isn't suited to fighting them off."

[unglitched]

"You're sure they're not followin' us?" Vanellope looks warily back over her shoulder.

[its_possible]

"They don't look very... very well-made for flying," he says. "Like bees, but with tentacles instead of legs. They weren't moving very fast, but I wouldn't want them to catch up with us."

And adhere, and sting. Who knows what sort of venom they might have.

[unglitched]

"Don't blame ya."

There's a brief lull, then: "So what's your name, anyway?"

[its_possible]

"Uther," he says. "Uther Doul. Champion of Garwater."

There's more to his official title, but it's not that important. It's just for show.

"And yours?"

[unglitched]

"President Vanellope von Schweetz of Sugar Rush Speedway," she says with no small amount of smugness.

[its_possible]

Presidents outrank mere bodyguards, no matter what skills he might have. That settles that, then.

He likes knowing his place.

"An honor to meet you," he says. "Even in these circumstances."

[unglitched]

"It is, isn't it?" Smug Vanellope is smug. "So how 'bout you scout ahead and see what you can see?"

[its_possible]

"Of course," he says with a nod. "But if you hear buzzing, don't stand still."

Not that he thinks he needs to tell her that; she seems quite capable of taking care of herself. But some people like to play brave, and get themselves hurt that way.

[unglitched]

"Go on! Do it!" She makes a shooing motion down the corridor.

[its_possible]

Wire cutters in hand--hey, it doesn't hurt to be careful--he starts off down the corridor.

It's hard to tell where exactly they'd arrived, with the featureless walls, so he's not sure when he's gone past that point.

"So far, nothing," he calls after a while.

[unglitched]

"Keep looking!" she calls back.

...is it her imagination or is there a noise coming from behind them?

[its_possible]

Around a corner, there's a... well, there's something. Someone?

Human shaped, but as he draws closer, the figure doesn't move. It looks alive, but...

"I think I found statues," he calls.

[unglitched]

"Huh?" Vanellope jogs down to the corner and peers around. "...huh. Weird."

[its_possible]

Never mind him, he's just frisking a wax statue of George Washington. It doesn't provide any usable weapons, but hey, he found a gold coin in his coat pocket.

Anything might come in handy.

"Why would someone have statues made, just to put them in a place like this?" he asks.

[unglitched]

Vanellope prods at the bare leg of a Marilyn Monroe statue. "What're these made of, anyway? They don't feel like stone."

[its_possible]

"Wax, I think," he says. "In some places, they make wax masks for the bodies of dead saints and heroes, and--"

He takes a step back.

"Or they could just be wax people."

He's not going to investigate that any further, not in front of a child, unless specifically ordered to.

[unglitched]

"Hello-o-o?" Vanellope cups her hands around her mouth to shout at the figures. "Anyone who's actually alive, raise your hand!"

Unsurprisingly, nothing happens.

[its_possible]

"I don't like these statues," he says quietly. "Too easy for someone to hide among them."

And they don't seem to have anything useful on them; and if they're some sort of sacred objects, he should probably not be searching them.

[unglitched]

"Yeah. And they're creepy-lookin', too." Vanellope shivers, then squints into the void. "Is that a door up there?"