Vel had approached Crumbelina pretty slowly. Something had seemed different. Crumbelina's hair was alls white, as well as her eyes, and her skin was a dark grey. "Whaaat is going on?" She came to a halt about three feet away.
P҉̡e̴r̵̵s͢͞o͡ń҉.͘͞ ̸E̶ņ̶́e̡̛m̷y͢.̶ ͢E͏v̧͠͠il͟͟.͡ ̶͡A̴̷͝v́͡ò͢íd.
Not͡.̧.҉. an͘ ̨ęnemy.́.̷.͞ ̴a̶ ̢f̶r̷ie͞n͟d͝ ͟of ͟mi҉n͡e.
Ļ͡I̢͘S͞͏Ţ͘͞EN͠ ̷̕T̕͟O ̧̀U͡Ś ̡C͜H̢I͏L͢͠͏D̛͘ ̢̀W̵̡È̴̕ ͢K̵̕NOW͠͏͝ ̶̨͟B͘҉E̴Ś̸͘T ̨́̀WE ̨̨͝H҉̢A҉̵V͘͢Ę͟͠ ҉G͜͝I̶̡̕V̷EN Y̧͘Ó̸̢U̴̡ ̛͢OU͘͟R͘ P̀R̀O̷T́͞E͘C͘T͢I̴̵͠Ò͡N͘͘͟ ̛̀̀W̶̨͝E̸ ̕K͏NO̴̢W ҉̶͟W҉HAT̢͟ ͞҉͠I͞S̵ ͏B̵̀͝E̕͏S͠T̴ ̢̀͠F͜OR̸͜ ́͢͡Y̵OU͞ ̴͟͢W̸͘E͠ ̷À͡R̛͢E̢̛̛ ҉T͘͟HE̴̛ ̛̕O͢͜ǸL̷̨Ý̷̛ ҉O̵N̷E̡S ̴͘W̴͝H͏̵O̶͢͝ ̷̡C̷͜͜A̴͏͢R͟E͢
S͈̲̱̰̺̗͙ͭ͐̃͗H̜͔̳̲̓U̱̕T͓̱̳͎͖̼̙̒ͨ͋͊ ̤̝̘͝U̯̖͖̼̤̱͌̎ͨP̸̩̻̭̃ͯ!̖̙̽̃
If Crumbelina had been breathing, she wasn’t showing it: there was no telltale rise or fall of her chest as she glided forward, almost touching Velvet, only to linger, backing away a bit, hesitating. The broodfester throes surrounding her whispered a language only she could understand, while all Velvet would hear would be gobbledygook and other nonsense words.
The tiramisu racer opened her mouth to speak, but shut it, unable to say anything. There was this sinking feeling inside her that told her that Velvet wouldn’t be able to understand her in this state, so she had decided not to speak, instead choosing to simply hover there, staring at her friend with glowing white eyes.
