A Tent

Ash began to bolt towards the tent instinctively. His body was telling him how **** his situation was, and he wasn't going to ignore it; the freezing cold snow only made his feet hurt more, but eventually, he found himself frantically slipping into the tent. It wasn't much warmer than the outside. In fact, it was probably only a few degrees warmer. However, Ash was relieved at the sigh of a backpack in the tent. Perhaps whomever left this tent would also have some clothing, or maybe even a hand warmer. Anything would be appreciated.

As it turned out, Ash's first request was on the money, as the duffle bug was full with...some sort of clothing. Ash wasn't necessarily begin a beggar as he looked over the clothing, but he did want to know just what he had here first.

The largest of the objects in the duffle bag was a what looked like a white body suit. Fur lined both the inside and out. It for sure would be warm, and Ash was eager to pull it over his body. However, he examine more of the objects.

Pink gloves were the next object. Frilly and puffy, they looked more like pom-pom's than gloves, but Ash could see slots for someone's fingers.

Large pink shoes, that probably would go up to his knees, were the next object Ash found. They had a weird winged look in the back, but again, fur lined both parts and Ash wasn't necessarily going to question the clothing.

Last of the clothing was a large face mask and ear muffs. Not necessarily in a clear state of mind, Ash didn't contemplate the floppy bunny ears which were on top of the objects.

In fact, Ash didn't really question any of the clothing. What was his alternative choices to dressing in the weird fur lined attire? Freezing to ****? Obviously not. Working his body into the tight fitting gear, Ash shivered his leg first into the body suit. It was instant relief. Warmed by the fur lining, he quickly slipped his other leg into the next hole. Now warm (slightly), in his legs, he didn't so much as blink as he pulled the rest of the body suit on him. from the neck down, he was as white as a ghost. Luck proved to be on his side as he slipped his legs into the fur boots, fitting like a glove into them. With a quickness inspired by impending hypothermia in his fingers, he slipped the frilly monsters onto his fingers as well. To complete his outfit, he pulled the face mask and ear muffs over his head, his nose having felt like it might fall shatter if he didn't warm up.

Ash, his entire body encased in the fur-lined gear, sat his ass down as he let himself warm up. And warm up he did, slowly feeling better and more clear headed until he finally felt fully mentally there.

He'd probably been sitting still for about 15 minutes. Now that he was not near **** from hypothermia, he had the chance to examine his attire in the handy dandy pocket mirror that remained in the duffle bag.

The gloves were sort of annoying to navigate, only having three finger slots and no spot for a thumb, but Ash managed. Finally, he was able to get a good look at himself.

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M̵̳̀i̵̟͊s̶̑͜s̴̺̑i̷͕͗ṅ̷̟g̴̠̈́.̴͎̂N̴̞̎ǫ̴̓ enjoyed, without any doubt, being Ash Ketchum. People were nice to Ash Ketchum. People didn't run away screaming from Ash Ketchum like they did from the cursed abomination that was M̵̳̀i̵̟͊s̶̑͜s̴̺̑i̷͕͗ṅ̷̟g̴̠̈́.̴͎̂N̴̞̎ǫ̴̓. Instead, M̵̳̀i̵̟͊s̶̑͜s̴̺̑i̷͕͗ṅ̷̟g̴̠̈́.̴͎̂N̴̞̎ǫ̴̓ felt like it was treated quite as it deserved. Not as some glitched Pokémon, but as a future champion!

M̵̳̀i̵̟͊s̶̑͜s̴̺̑i̷͕͗ṅ̷̟g̴̠̈́.̴͎̂N̴̞̎ǫ̴̓ allowed itself to introspect for a bit. Ash Ketchum had been teleported to the top of a mountain M̵̳̀i̵̟͊s̶̑͜s̴̺̑i̷͕͗ṅ̷̟g̴̠̈́.̴͎̂N̴̞̎ǫ̴̓ frequently haunted. Few humans ever climbed it. Few humans even visited the island the mountain was on. While M̵̳̀i̵̟͊s̶̑͜s̴̺̑i̷͕͗ṅ̷̟g̴̠̈́.̴͎̂N̴̞̎ǫ̴̓ enjoyed having taken Ash Ketchum's place, it certainly didn't want to harm Ash Ketchum, no!

Instead, it let itself secretly examine the boy, clad in the cosplay attire M̵̳̀i̵̟͊s̶̑͜s̴̺̑i̷͕͗ṅ̷̟g̴̠̈́.̴͎̂N̴̞̎ǫ̴̓ had let out for him. If M̵̳̀i̵̟͊s̶̑͜s̴̺̑i̷͕͗ṅ̷̟g̴̠̈́.̴͎̂N̴̞̎ǫ̴̓ was Ash Ketchum, then Ash Ketchum could certainly be something else. Struck with it's own glitched sort of genius, M̵̳̀i̵̟͊s̶̑͜s̴̺̑i̷͕͗ṅ̷̟g̴̠̈́.̴͎̂N̴̞̎ǫ̴̓ blew a gust of freezing cold wind at the kitted up Ash Ketchum. He'd make a great.....

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Lopunny! A shiny, white fleshed lopunny. That's what this outfit was. It was sorta a cosplayers interpretation of a lopunny, but Ash could place it. Hmphm. He certainly wasn't happy being a white and pink 'pokemon', but what was his alternative option? As he considered his next move, Ash felt a rush of cold air on his back, and he turned around.

He was alone.

Huh. It'd felt like something was in the tent with him. Maybe he was just being paranoid.

However, Ash felt a bit better after the rush of cold air. Warmer, for sure. It felt like his outfit got a little tighter, in a weird way, but perhaps he just was fitting it better. Thinking over his choices, Ash decided on leaving the tent. His only other option was just sitting here till he died in a lopunny costume. The outside world was still a harsh, freezing reality. Ash looked around. A path, decrepit and broken down, was nearby. That was his best choice.

As he walked the path, he....