When she came to, she was surrounded by snow. A desolate, frigid hallway that was all but devoid of warmth. The atmosphere was still, and cold. Every move she made, a piercing, biting cold would welcome her in its embrace.
Every movement she made to pick herself up was heavily laden by the deep chill, each intention felt delayed, as though she was struggling to move in a dreamscape. Her motions turned to impressions as she slowly lifted herself to rise.
Standing, she huddled herself, and sluggishly lifted her head, staring unto the dark, decrepit hallway that was reminiscent of a snowed-in cabin.
By the time she took her first steps, her limbs were benumbed by the pervading frost. Each stride felt as though she was hollowing in the cold.
Mere seconds felt like an eternity, each step was met with self-doubt, each print in the snow, a thought. Until...
A light. In the distance, the light of a window coming from inside a room. Her curiosity gave way to tenacity, and she made her way towards the light.
As she drew near, her flame slowly illuminated the exterior of the room. It appeared to be an entrance to a cabin, in the middle of a hallway...
A seeming respite, only... it was snowed in. Frozen shut from the outside. A cruel realization.
She bathed herself in the light of the window, entranced by the warm glow. It almost made her forget the cold, for but a moment.
Maybe...
this was enough for her.
Turning around, she rested her back against the window's wall, sliding down into a seated position, holding herself tightly.
She looked ahead, in what she thought were her last moments, to find a figure, revelling in the window's light. Slumped in the cold. Preserved by the frost. It was... holding something.
She drew upon the last of her energy, warding off the call of the weary sleep that beckoned her. She stumbled towards the figure, and pried open the hands it held up to its chest...
Something... fell.
From then, she found her namesake. Matchstick.
Matchstick's most cherished friend and travelling companion. They've been by eachother's side, wandering the halls for as long as she can remember. Dustcatcher was the first living candle she encountered after escaping the Glacial Halls.
The two of them share a close bond, and are only
briefly seen apart, if ever.
Matchstick's first encounter with Chimney Urchin was shaky, at best. She had just fallen through a Manor Wound, winding up on Chimney's floor.
Upon her awakening, she was met with a candle with an unsettling, shifty appearance and a disheveled, sharp smile.
Startled awake, in an unfamiliar room, her instincts picked her up quickly, ready to square off. Only, she was met with no hostility, just an apology.
As it had turned out, Chimney simply didn't have much for social cues, as he was the only surviving candle of this floor, owing to his weaselly hiding tactics and familiarity with the horrors of his surroundings.
Knowing what lurked out in the open halls, he had dragged her into a nearby quiet room to escape detection of this floor's threat.
Working together, and with the teachings of Chimney's unconventional survival skills, the two of them had escaped his floor which eventually reunited Matchstick with Dustcatcher.
As of now, the two share an almost sibling-like bond and camaraderie.
Matchstick and Thief share a mutual respect with one another. They don't talk much, but they find a solace in shared silence together.
She sometimes asks him to pick up any matches he comes across on his departures.
Sawbone's presence as a medical professional brings a lot of peace of mind to Matchstick.
She no longer has to solely rely on using matches to cauterize wounds...
They get along okay.
She had only heard of him through Thief Candle, but apart from that, they don't really interact.
Though, Matchstick watches pretty intently whenever he's speaking to Dustcatcher.
Matchstick is still perturbed from her waltz with Madwaltz. From that dance, she experienced firsthand Madwaltz' affliction, a melody...
Knowing of what Madwaltz has to endure in their mind, Matchstick ponders how they've remained so sociable in their state of insanity.
Eerieshard has made it adamantly clear she wishes to make no connections. When Matchstick tried, she was met with a passive aggression almost as sharp as her shards...
"We walk under the same light, for now, and you can rest, knowing that."
"but..."
"It would be wise of you not to blur that line, Matchkeeper. You know I will keep your secrets for you, all of you. That is my customary."
"...Any more than that, and you'll come to find why i'm untrusting of the light."
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Matchstick's First Concept Sketch!
Matchstick's Old Render before the Artstyle was refined!
A Little Doodle of Matchstick!
Matchstick and Dustcatcher in the 2024 Holiday Card.
A Pixel Doodle of Matchstick!
"huh??? ???"
Matchstick's favorite sleeping spot.
A Doodle of Matchstick & Eerieshard conversing.
A Doodle of Matchstick pictured with Chimney Urchin.
Matchstick with an axe.
Angry...
