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Chrislma in Wasteland 1Chrislma in Wasteland 1 by AutobotAxann
CHRISLMA IN WASTELAND
The Return of Chrexis
You know those old stories, those old tales that lay abandoned on the bottom of the drawer in your desk?
Do you know what happens to those characters left all alone their tales unfinished?
One little Hylian was about to discover the truth because of a simple zip-drive.
Chrislma lay there watching the sky in the field, daydreaming for a bit before she finally snapped to attention and sat up. Her auburn hair was kept in a pigtail look, her Hylian ears twitching as she heard a distant hum of machinery. Her light blue dress was complimented by her pink fingerless gloves, pink bandanna tied around her neck, and her little pink shoes.
Her ears twitched once more. "What is that?"
She stood up and looked around curiously, before approaching a rather random hill.
Approaching slowly, and cautiously, Chrislma finally stopped, and stared at an opening in the hill of grass.
A voice suddenly piped, ""Chrislma, what are you do
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