Hello and how you doin beautiful people, wow we've lost so many along the way, congratulations to everyone that's made it this far.

Please don't participate if you didn't pass the last round(didn't receive timeless beauty.)

Thank you u/Cautious-Damage7575 and u/CanAhJustSay and the whole team really u/FatBrownMan_ u/Amadis_of_albion u/honestlynotbg I can't thank yall enough.

Here are your fates my lovelies

OPTION B

You see a rope tied to a wooden beam, you take a deep breath and rub your palms together to ready yourself for the task in hand, you grab on... With every ounce of strength you can muster you start climbing.

Halfway through you notice it wasn't just the wooden frame of the window that was rotting wood... So was the beam that the rope was tied to.

As if the beam was just waiting for you to realise what a quagmire you've gotten yourself into it buckles from your weight, the Tigger plushie smiles revealing its fangs and unhinges its jaw like a python...

You fall directly into his mouth and you're swallowed whole. You ded

OPTION C

You hear a voice... It's the spirit of u/Ok_Dimension_4707 compelling you to run to the flue from the great beyond. You decide to listen to this mysterious spirit.

Without a second thought I run to the fireplace, it's not even lit what could go wrong?.... Just as I step in I'm instantly vapourized, my Ash settles on the metal steps. Oh!... Another portal to hell it seems 😂💀

OPTION A

Heart racing, I run head-long through the rotten plaster of the wall, creating a burst of white, powder-like plaster dust. It gets in my eyes and lightly coats my clothing. I don't look back, but in my mind's eye I see the cartoonish outline of myself in the decrepit wall, left in the wake of my escape. Thinking about cartoons allows me to smile for a moment... I conjure the image of the Kool-Aid Man, jovially bursting through the wall behind me, spouting his familiar catchphrase, "Oh, yeah!"

No, Mr. Kool-Aid Man, I say to myself. The correct response is, "Oh, no." The picture in my mind morphs from the beloved, smiling Kool-Aid Man of my youth to two gritty homicide detectives, peering over the chalk outline image of a murder victim. The murder victim is me.

Knowing that time is not on my side, but also knowing how imprudent it would be to do otherwise, I quickly scan the room. Each corner, from one to the other, is darker and gloomier than the next. Something smells spoiled, like a pot roast left on the counter far too long. Worse, the scent of despair is nearly palpitable. Evil once lurked here in this room's dank and musty crevices. Something told me it never left.

The room dances with shadows. Decaying drapes hang in long, deep folds that shapeshift into visages of hideous beasts. The only illumination is from a sliver of moonlight, shrouded by clouds and creeping in through a tiny opening in the drapery.

The room is filled with what is most certainly the town's largest collection of laboratory equipment? What the hel? Am I still in the same hose? This is so trippy, the room was bloody,fully tiled and most certainly well stocked. I spot some cadavers... "Oh! That's the source," I think to myself

Suddenly, I hear a soft whoop behind me, as the plushie enters the room. Then, a flash of light bounces off Tigger’s fangs. I'm Paralyzed by fear until I noticed he isn't looking at me; rather, his gaze is locked on the shadow to my left—the oddly human shaped Shadow to my left. The shadow moves with an abrupt jerk, and I see her... A woman so beautiful, wearing a lab coat, she must be a doctor... But why was the plushie so scared before?

She takes her hands our of her coat to reveal them... She has fully metallic hands with scalpels for fingers, who or what is this scalpel woman?

I take a step back, but neither of them seems to notice me. Plushie pounces, red eyes reflecting off the glint of steel, while Scalpel Woman settles into a fighting stance and meets the attack straight on. She slices through the air with supernatural dexterity and surgical precision. Orange fur flies into the air and swirls down as I notice that the stripes on Tigger’s tail have been removed in one deft stroke of the scalpels. He howls in pain and outrage.

As the battle rages to fever pitch, and I'm certain that soon there will be but one victor, they both stop dead, to catch their breath as if they're both near their limit. But nope... Plushie is just getting started, plushie let's out a monstrous roar as he begins to grow even bigger. They're still too focused on each other to even see me at this point, I'm mere inches from a door marked exit. What should I do?

Option A: Help scalpel woman fight plushie and possibly get rekt

Option B: Get the out of there through the door and let em fight it out amongst themselves

Bear with me for bein a little late. The good stuff takes time sometimes. Winners get timeless beauties again ofc. Challenge ends in 24 hours give or take, hope yall have fun hehe. May the odds be ever in your favour (◉‿◉) Giganto Tigger plush is watching you.