❄️ Scenario — The Snowfield The Underworld had been strange for hours. But this was different. Parrot stopped walking. The other surviving players nearly walked straight into him. “Parrot?” He didn't answer. Ahead of them was something that shouldn't have existed down here. Snow. A massive white landscape stretched through the darkness, completely untouched. Snowflakes drifted through the air, illuminated by the faint blue glow coming from somewhere beneath the ground. Parrot slowly stepped forward. “...This isn't possible.” One of the players behind him looked around. “What isn't?” Parrot didn't respond. Something was standing in the distance. A player. Someone he recognized. The figure was standing completely still in the snow. Parrot's breathing caught. “...Wifies?” The figure turned. It was him. Same appearance. Same clothes. Same familiar silhouette. Parrot stared at him for several seconds. “Wifies...?” Wifies didn't answer. Parrot took another step. “Wifies, it's me.” Nothing. Then another figure appeared. And another. Parrot's expression changed immediately. Drmae. Snowlicker. They stood several blocks apart from each other, motionless in the falling snow. “There's no way.” The others began whispering among themselves. Parrot looked from one figure to another. “Those are people we know.” One of the players quietly replied, “Are they... alive?” Parrot didn't answer. Because deep down, he already knew something was wrong. Then he saw another person. A familiar figure standing near a frozen tree. Parrot froze. “...Leo?” Leow0ok. For a moment, Parrot simply stared. Unlike Wifies, Mae, Snowlicker, and Drmae, this one hit differently. Parrot hadn't known. He hadn't known Leo was gone. “Leo...?” The figure slowly turned its head toward him. Parrot's voice became quieter. “You're alive?” Leo just stared. No response. Parrot took another step. “Leo, please.” Nothing. The snow continued falling. Then— another figure appeared. Dean. Parrot's eyes widened. “Dean too...?” And finally, farther back in the snowfield, stood one more familiar face. PestoPasta2009. Six people. Six familiar faces. All standing in the snow. All completely silent. Parrot looked around at them. His companions didn't know what to say. Neither did he. “Why are they here?” A player behind him whispered, “Maybe they're not actually them.” Parrot shook his head. “I know.” He looked back toward Wifies. “But they look exactly like them.” The six figures suddenly began moving. Not toward Parrot. Not away from him. They simply began walking deeper into the snow. Parrot instinctively followed. “Wait!” The figures kept walking. “Wifies!” No response. “Leo!” Nothing. “Dean!” Still nothing. Parrot stopped. The others stopped behind him. The snowfield suddenly seemed enormous. The six figures were already becoming difficult to see through the snowfall. Parrot stared after them. “...They're dead.” Nobody corrected him. He lowered his head. For once, there was no joke. No sarcastic comment. No plan. Just silence. Then Wifies stopped. The other five stopped with him. All six slowly turned around. Parrot looked up. For one brief moment, he could swear Wifies was looking directly at him. Then the snow became heavier. A wall of white swept across the field. And when it cleared— they were gone. Parrot stood there for several seconds. “...Let's go.” One of the players hesitated. “Parrot—” “Let's go.” He turned away from the snowfield. But before leaving, he looked back one last time. Nothing. Just snow. And six sets of footprints disappearing into the distance.

❄️ The Snowfield

The Underworld — Somewhere Beyond the Frozen Pass

[45:17] — Wifies

The snow had been falling for what felt like hours.

Parrot walked at the front of the group, his boots sinking slightly into the fresh powder with every step.

Behind him followed the others.

They kept close.

Nobody wanted to become separated in the strange white landscape.

Parrot suddenly stopped.

The players behind him nearly collided with one another.

“What's wrong?”

Parrot raised one hand.

Stop.

Everyone became silent.

Ahead of them stood a cluster of snow-covered trees.

Something moved behind one of them.

Parrot slowly reached for his weapon.

“Who's there?”

Nothing.

He took another step.

Then he saw him.

A familiar figure stood partially concealed behind the tree.

Wifies.

Parrot's eyes widened.

“...Wifies?”

The figure froze.

For a second, Wifies simply stared at them from behind the tree.

Parrot lowered his weapon slightly.

“Wifies?”

Wifies suddenly turned around.

And ran.

His boots kicked snow into the air as he disappeared between the trees.

“WAIT!”

Parrot immediately chased after him.

The others followed.

Branches snapped beneath their feet as they ran through the snow.

Parrot kept his eyes locked on the fleeing figure.

“Wifies! STOP!”

Wifies didn't look back.

He only ran faster.

For a brief moment, Parrot could see him between the trees—

then another snow-covered ridge blocked the view.

Parrot reached the ridge.

Nothing.

Only footprints.

A trail of footprints leading deeper into the snow.

Parrot stared down at them.

“...He was right there.”

Nobody answered.

The group continued forward.

[46:53] — Snowlicker & Mae

The snowfall became heavier.

The group eventually emerged from the forest into a huge open field.

Parrot stopped again.

Two figures stood in the middle of the snow.

Side by side.

One was Snowlicker.

The other was Drmae.

Parrot's expression immediately changed.

“...No.”

The two figures stood completely still.

Snow gathered on their shoulders.

Neither seemed bothered by the cold.

Mae stood slightly closer to Snowlicker, her head tilted downward.

Snowlicker stared straight ahead.

Parrot slowly approached.

The others followed behind him.

“Snowlicker?”

No response.

“Mae?”

Still nothing.

The two figures remained motionless.

Parrot took another step.

The snow crunched beneath his boots.

That sound seemed to wake them.

Snowlicker slowly turned his head.

Mae did the same.

For several seconds, the two simply stared at Parrot and the players behind him.

Then—

they turned away.

Snowlicker started running.

Mae followed.

“WAIT!”

Parrot broke into a sprint.

The others followed him across the field.

Snow flew behind their boots.

Mae disappeared over a small hill first.

Snowlicker followed.

Parrot reached the top—

but the field beyond was empty.

There was no sign of either of them.

Only two sets of footprints remained in the snow.

They eventually faded beneath the falling flakes.

Parrot stood there silently.

“Why are they running from us?”

Nobody knew.

[47:34] — Dean

The group continued deeper into the frozen landscape.

The silence became heavier.

There were no mobs.

No hostile players.

Not even animals.

Just the sound of their footsteps.

Then Parrot noticed someone ahead.

A lone figure.

Walking away from them.

Slowly.

Parrot immediately recognized him.

“Dean...?”

The figure didn't stop.

Parrot began walking faster.

“Dean!”

Still nothing.

Dean continued walking.

His head remained pointed forward.

He never turned around.

Parrot broke into a jog.

“Dean, wait!”

Nothing.

The distance between them slowly increased.

Parrot stopped.

Dean continued walking until the snowfall swallowed his silhouette.

Parrot stared after him.

“...He didn't even look at us.”

One of the players behind him quietly said,

“Maybe he didn't want to.”

Parrot didn't respond.

He simply continued forward.

[48:25] — Leo

A short time later, the terrain began to rise.

The group climbed a snowy slope.

At the top was a large stone formation covered in ice and snow.

Parrot looked upward.

Someone was standing on it.

A figure silhouetted against the pale sky.

Parrot stopped.

“Leo...?”

Leow0ok stood on top of the snowy rock.

He wasn't walking.

He wasn't running.

He wasn't hiding.

He was simply watching.

Leo's eyes remained fixed on the group.

Parrot slowly climbed the rock.

“Leo?”

Leo didn't move.

The wind blew snow around him.

His clothes shifted slightly in the breeze.

Parrot stopped several blocks away.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Leo continued staring.

Parrot stared back.

The players behind Parrot remained at the bottom of the rock, watching the strange encounter.

“Leo...”

Still nothing.

Parrot took one more step.

Leo finally moved.

Not toward him.

Not away from him.

He simply turned his head toward the horizon.

Then he looked back at Parrot one last time.

And stood there.

Silent.

Watching.

Parrot eventually lowered his weapon.

“...Let's keep moving.”

He climbed back down.

The others followed.

When Parrot looked over his shoulder again—

Leo was still standing on the rock.

[48:40] — Pesto

The group traveled for several more minutes.

The snowfield eventually gave way to a long downhill slope.

Parrot stopped at the top.

Something was moving below.

A person.

Walking down the snowy hill.

Parrot narrowed his eyes.

The figure was familiar.

Pesto.

Pesto walked slowly down the slope.

One foot after another.

His arms hung loosely at his sides.

He didn't appear to be in a hurry.

He didn't look frightened.

He didn't look confused.

He simply walked.

Parrot watched him descend.

“Pesto...”

Pesto didn't react.

Parrot began following.

The others followed him as well.

They carefully walked down the hill after Pesto.

Snow slid beneath their boots.

Pesto remained several blocks ahead.

“Pesto!”

He kept walking.

Parrot called again.

“Pesto!”

Nothing.

The figure continued down the hill.

Eventually, the snowfall became thick enough to obscure him.

Parrot hurried forward.

The others followed.

A few seconds later, they reached the bottom.

Pesto was gone.

Parrot looked around.

Nothing.

No buildings.

No trees.

No caves.

No footprints.

Just an empty snowy valley.

He slowly turned toward the others.

Nobody spoke.

They had seen the same thing.

Six people.

Six faces they recognized.

Six people who should not have been there.

Wifies had run.

Snowlicker and Mae had fled together.

Dean had walked away without looking back.

Leo had watched them from above.

And Pesto had simply disappeared down the hill.

Parrot looked back toward the snow-covered landscape.

The wind blew across the field.

For just a moment, he thought he saw a familiar silhouette between the falling snowflakes.

Then it vanished.

Parrot tightened his grip on his weapon.

“...Keep moving.”

The group followed.

Behind them, the footprints slowly disappeared beneath the snow.