Willow and Wynter were carrying an unconscious Vanellope towards Santa's workshop, Willow holding Vanellope's arms while Wynter held onto her legs. The other five racers were in a visible state of panic at seeing their president in such a state.
"This is my fault," Witchy was mumbling to herself. "I should've known Candlehead wouldn't understand I was being sarcastic with my statement. Now look what's happened."
Licorice was whistling a happy tune in an attempt to ease everybody's exhaustion. However, she was on the verge of a mental breakdown as well. Ever since Candlehead saved her from drowning in a taffy swamp, Licorice had thought of Candlehead as her closest friend. For her, Candlehead being in trouble was one of the worst things that could happen.
"Okay everybody, we're going to drop Vanellope off at the workshop, and then we're back on our quest for Candlehead," Willow explained. "Is that clear?"
Everybody nodded. "Good, and besides, the workshop is right here," Willow stated. It wasn't until then that everybody noticed the giant workshop in front of everybody.
Willow instantly dropped let go of Vanellope's arms. The glitchy president instantly landed headfirst on the ground with Wynter still holding her legs as if unsure of what to do. Willow dashed over to the door and banged on it.
"Excuse me, Mr. Short, delivery here," She said. After about a minute, the door slowly opened up, revealing a rather diminutive elf who was about Sour Bill's size. Looking up at Willow, he sighed.
"Tom, Billy and Pointy said you had run off again," He mumbled. "But I didn't expect you to return so quickly."
"It's going to be a short visit, Short," Willow stated. Before Mr. Short could respond, Willow picked up an unconscious Vanellope and roughly tossed her through the door.
"Hey, you can't do that to the president!" Taffyta shouted. "Vanellope isn't the president here," Willow replied before turning to Mr. Short.
"Vanellope here was injured in a wolf attack," She explained. Mr. Short's eyebrow raised in confusion. "They did what?" He asked.
"They attacked Vanellope," Rancis butted in. "What's so confusing?"
Mr. Short opened his mouth to speak, but Willow cut him off. "Never mind them, we have to go and find Candlehead," She reminded before gripping Rancis' arm and dragging him off. However, she twisted around to stare at Mr. Short and shouted out, "Take care of Vanellope, will you."
Mr. Short nodded vigorously. Willow smiled before turning back to the group.
"Now, let's go bring back your friend," Willow stated as the group took off back towards the unknown regions.
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Candlehead was wandering around the wilderness. Ever since she had escaped from Fannar, she had become more perplexed and petrified by the regions of the game. Occasionally, she would twist around in fright, seeing things that weren't even there. She was shivering in the cold, and bit her nails in fear.
Finally, after several minutes, she heard footsteps plodding lightly through the snow. Turning her head around, she saw a dark figure in the distance.
"R-Rancis?" She whispered lightly, hope clear in her words. The figure took a step closer.
"Oh, Rancis, it's you!" Candlehead shouted, joyfully. She instantly took off running towards the dark figure, her arms stretched to hug it.
And then she froze once she was a few feet away and could see the figure clearly. Instantly, her smile vanished, her pupils shrunk, and her skin paled. Her eyes drifted up to see the frost-bitten face with the icy blue eyes and the long, crooked nose.
She remembered the face clearly. It was not Rancis. It was Fannar.