Smoking Witches Brew

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hi, I write for slashers, OUAW, uprooted and whatever I might be hyperfixated on. I mainly dabble in self insert and OC writing. If you have any requests lmk, my inbox is always free :o)

Requests are open<3

Rules for request below

I will write for anyone in the fandoms, I’m only currently caught up in uprooted and have just started icebound.

I’m happy to do dabbles and headcanons depending, I usually don’t write long stories but I try to be compelling and interesting.

My preferences in writing are fluff, angst, humor, and horror (and I’ll be sure to label each story/fic as such and I’ll be sure to tag the proper triggers and type under the title)

Like I said, I mainly dabble in self insert and OC but I can write shipping stories/headcanons if requested

I will not do any stories involving excessive gore, horror and gore w/ a purpose is fine, I won’t write any sexual content

Characters I’ll write for

OUAW:

Kremy lexroux

Gideon coal

Morning frost

Gricko grimgrin

Twig toadspring

Torbek

Uprooted:

Peggy

Bitsy

Hazel

Booker

Grumley

Jean Claude

Slashers:

Bubba sawyer

Nubbins sawyer

Choptop sawyer

Brahms heelshire

Billy lenz

Date everything:

Jerry

Dorian

Hector

Chance

Parker

Amir

Scandalabra

Dunk shuttlecock

Sinclair

Fantina

Hetalia

Axis+ Prussia, Romano, Spain, Austria

Allies+ Canada

Nordics

Balatic trio

Turkey+greece

Others- Cuba, Belarus, Ukraine, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Morocco, Belgium, Australia, Hong Kong

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Hector relationship headcanons

Hector is a very attentive partner. He can sense your problems before you say them. He just likes to imagine himself as the protagonist of a romance movie and part of that is taking care of his beloved

Mainly because he fears if he can’t be useful then he can be discarded, cause like, what other purpose does her have??

He needs a lot of reassurance that you aren’t gonna leave him for someone “better suited” for you, whatever tf that means

Because he does a lot of watching and hears about all your problems as a result. He hears you complain about your job, your friends, your relationship, your chores, everything so once he’s out he so ready to make your life 100x easier

But he himself cannot accept a lot of nice things?? Like he feels so awkward and tense when you’re nice to him sometimes. The guilt eats him alive, has very bad self esteem issues

He’s very respectful of boundaries, especially if what you need most is to be left tf alone. He understands that sometimes ppl just need a few minutes to calm down from a situation

Honestly, he sometimes needs to be alone for a while. At least 2-3 hours by himself so he can recharge his emotional battery

Very sensitive, like, super sensitive and emotional. Not in the way where you like, say something slightly mean and he starts bawling. But if you say or do something sweet he starts crying. He just gets overwhelmed w/ emotions easily, since, he’s probably been isolated for so long

Loves to have you sitting in his lap no matter how big you are, you could be over 6’5 and/or over 300lbs and he’d still be like :33, need a seat?

Crush that man, he’s made of metal he can take it

Honestly, it’s kinda like a weighted blanket. He finds the pressure reassuring. He loves it when you lay on top of him or across him. Or you have your head in your lap.

Total service top, please tell him what to do. In the vents he talks big game about what he wants to do for you but once he gets there he’s like “c-c-c-can I ho-hold your hand.”

But once he gets comfortable you don’t have to ask. Kinda likes the idea of you depending on him for a lot of stuff, back to the whole “I need to be useful.”

One time he heard you bragging about him over the phone w/ your friends and omg, he couldn’t work for an hour. The fact you acknowledged him to your friends AND you were bragging?? He damn near shut off.

God I need him

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I had a dream I made a post about Sinclair and it got like WEIRDLY popular, and ppl were literally salivating over it and someone reposted it w/ yandere headcanons??

I think I literally just said “Sinclair would be a very clingy lover.” And ppl were off their fucking KNOCKERS w/ that shit.

But honestly, facts. I wish I could progress more into Sinclair’s route but I’m being cock blocked by that twink ass Scandalabra. Cause he wants me to fuck more.

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So I immediately had to write the biblical relationship between chance, Parker, and MC so here you go. This is me mainly talking about Parker and how weird he is.

Parker x reader x chance

This is all w/ the idea that everyone is fully realized, fuck the realized endings though

Chance has no idea why you’re w/ Parker in the first place. From the MOMENT he rolled the dice and it landed on ‘love’ he felt his heart sank. Especially cause he knew Parker would be asking him to roll too.

So in this headcanon, chance agreed to roll. Only because you seemed to excited and GOD he can’t say no to you sometimes. He figured since Parker and chance had never played and they’ve only played one DnD game that it wouldn’t be so bad. 1/3 odds seemed find to chance.

It was not fine

Chance rolled love and he could feel his soul leave. You and Parker were ecstatic though. You two both hugged chance screaming. YAY!! THREE BOYFRIENDS!! WHO ALL CAN KISS!!

Parker doesn’t actually know the difference between friendship and romance. Except you can kiss and have sex. Even then the lines are a little blurry for his liking. Which is why he’s actually made rules to being in a relationship!

The three of you play dnd like every weekend. Y’all make snacks and drinks and a playlist for this. It’s actually one of chance’s favorite activities w/ you and Parker. Despite Chances,, hesitations w/ Parker he still is super pumped to play w/ him

Parker isn’t actually very good w/ dnd. He’s learned all the rules but he’s not very, imaginative. Which is fine because chance loves writing and coming up w/ stuff on the spot. Parker gets really pumped whenever chance describes his moves/actions. It’s like a kid who’s allowed to pick what’s for dinner. LIKE,,, I DID THAT?!?! Type vibe

Parker is VERY clingy. He constantly wants to be around you two all the time. He loves just being near you and chance whenever he gets the opportunity since he was locked up in that dingy attic for probably years.

He doesn’t even care about touching you, he just wants to be near you two at all times. Sometimes you don’t even have to be doing anything and he just stares you and chance down like he’s about to attack you guys

Follows you into the bathroom too just to talk. Chance tried to ignore Parker but he’s literally that one audio that’s like “hello? Are you pooping?” Thankfully he was on the toilet because he shat himself

Parker is also very protective of you and chance. He barks at ppl, and bites

The three of you went to a local convention and some guy threw something at you and Parker turned and lunged at the guy and began to chase him. Growling and barking while doing so.

God there’s so much more I can write

Maybe I’ll do a part two 😭😭

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Idk why ppl always make Chance and Parker friends or even lovers?? Not just that but chance being mutually in love w/ Parker?? Parker would have an unhealthy obsession w/ chance and follows him around everywhere he goes. Like, he’d be OBSESSED w/ chance and chance has considered filing several restraining orders but doesn’t only because MC is his lover and Parker’s lover. Like he’s canonically uncomfortable around Parker. Chance is very weirded out by Parker. Parker would be obsessed w/ him because of DND and he’s always wanted to play but chance finds every excuse not to play w/ him.

I’m not mad about it btw, I just think ppl are missing the chance(hahahaha) for a one sided romance. I LOVE one sided angst especially if the one in love is super fucking weird. I love Parker so, so much. I need him to feel the pain of rejection.

Chance x reader x Parker but Chance is afraid of Parker

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Slightly nsfw BUT

I’ve had this little romantic kinda kinky idea in my head w/ amir and a YN who can’t take complements like, at all.

And one day you think y’all about to get kinky when he ties you down and gags you. But instead of getting freaky he just, gives you complements until you’re a mess. And you can’t even do anything about it cause you’re tied up gagged. So you just kinda have to take it as he kisses you and tells you how beautiful you are.

Like you’re GONNA take a compliment whether you like it or not. Of course you like it 💕💕 he’s so sweet 💕💕

Honestly, better than sex.

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It’s nap time at work and one of the nap time CDs has a song that sounds exactly like Johnny splash, and it makes me giggle

It’s just the way he sings sounds like an Elvis Presley impression but like, it’s bad?? Epic CD has my favorite songs but I’m trying not to loose my shit while all these kids are sleeping

I could totally see him singing to your kid and getting REALLY into it. Like he tries singing your kids to sleep but he just keeps them up. Imagine doing duets w/ him.

Your kids would probably brag to their friends that their daddy’s famous, but it’s just some Elvis Presley wanna be. God I love pathetic men.

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Multi fandom sleep headcanons

Germany hetalia, Jerry date everything, nubbins sawyer, Jean Claude uprooted, gricko grimmgrin

Tw for nubbins section

Germany

He’s a light sleeper, like it’s like his brain never fully shuts off

Germany wakes at even the SLIGHTEST noise of something wrong, mainly because Italy but other times it’s cause of Prussia

Surprisingly though, gets a full 8 hours of sleep.

He goes to bed @ exactly 8:30 every night to wake up at 4:30, not a minute earlier not a minute later

He doesn’t rlly have pajamas tbh?? Usually he just throws on an old tank top and some sweats, which thank god his muscles would be so hot under all the fabric, like maybe he should sleep w/ out a blanket too! Oh maybe you should take your shirt off maybe- Actually, just take off your pa-

He has a military ass alarm clock, he neatly sets it up every night to make sure it goes off on time

He also works out right before bed, probably yoga or something to calm himself down like maybe some running and then he takes a shower and makes sure his body is clean

He’s not too stiff when he sleeps, he actually can move around quite a bit while he sleeps

While he has a strict bedtime he can be up and ready at any given moment. He can bounce up at a single moments notice to go get shit done

Jerry

Oh god, he doesn’t have a bed, he barely even has a room. It’s so cluttered and dirty he usually sleeps on a pile of soft things he’s collected

This collection is: un-used tissues, forgotten stuffed animals, old cloths/fabric scraps, hair balls. He just has them piled up and then he just plots down and snoozes

Doesn’t have a bedtime, he kinda just sleeps when he sleeps. It’s very sporadic and of the moment, one minute he’s up and one minute he’s down

He wears some fucking Scrooge ass pajamas, with a little candle and a night cap too. As he sleeps on a pile of stuffed animals and towels

Very cold like, Jerry is ALWAYS freezing. He piles blankets and sheets on his body to stay warm. Has thought about getting insulator to keep the heat in

Active sleeper, never ends up in the same place twice and it’s wild. Probably talks in his sleep too, like little mumbling and gasping

Has sleep apnea, which is why he’s always so tired and skittish. Idk why it makes sense to me but it just does

He sometimes likes to hold a teddy bear while he sleeps, he just likes to hold something close to his body and maybe have something wrapped around his shoulders to simulate the feelings of being held

Nubbins sawyer

Tw: roadkill, mental illness, unhealthy family dynamics

Sleeps on the floor of his twin’s room, or on some shitty war cot Choptop stole. It’s hit or miss where he ends up

Nubbins sleeps with no blankets and no pillows, he sleeps on his stomach and uses his arms and pillows instead

Usually wears the clothes he had on during the day, including underwear, when he decides to conk out

Honestly, due to his schizophrenia, he has a hard time actually keeping any semblance of a sleep schedule. Sometimes he stays up for days at a time and sometimes he can only stay awake for 4 hours a day. Or when his brother forces him to wake up.

Sometimes, rarely, he brings home road kill to sleep with. Similar to a stuffed animal, just something to hold. Bubba being the kind brother he is, made nubbins ones so Drayton wouldn’t get upset w/ nubbins for bringing home a stinky animal corpse

He’s very sporadic in his sleep, which is why he sleeps close to the floor in the first place. Like he literally rolls in his sleep. He kick, tosses, throws and screams

Jean Claude

Has a very nice, very comfortable bed that is definitely not soggy! I could actually see him to be the type to have a water bed, although idk how well that’d pair w/ his talons and beak

Has really poorly made silk sheets that are definitely not real silk. With matching pillows! I wonder if he’d prefer wool or feather pillows

He has a night gown he wears that totally not lingerie. It’s very flattering and flowy! I could see him on a balcony basking in the moon light

Sleeps pretty tight! He doesn’t move around a lot but he does let out a few HOOOOONK, SHOOOOOs!

With the gang he tends to sleep more alone, mostly cause he barely knows these people. He prefers to stay a comfortable distance away

Has a whole skin care routine too, w/ a face mask, cleanser, and several crystals involved in keeping his feathers fresh and crisp

Gricko

He probably knows how to make a KILLER hammock, w/ like, nature. Can probably build a tiny hut whenever to take a quick nap in w/ Hootsie

It kinda reminds me of a wolf but he will smooth out his sleeping surface before just plopping down and sleeping

Snores, and it reverberates in his giant nostrils. It’d be quite beautiful if not such a horrible sound naturally. Almost like his own broadway stage

If he’s outside or sharing a room, he wears whatever clothes he’s in. If he’s in a room and w/out the rest of the party members, he sleeps completely naked

Has a small night time routine of washing his face, and brushing his teeth maybe takes a shower if he’s smelly enough. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s a way to get him to unwind

Sometimes he sews or knits before getting ready, it’s something repetitive and relaxing that lets him process his day. Or he writes songs and jams with hootsie

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Hetalia axis as your coworkers

Germany

Honestly, kind of a good and bad coworker to have.

He does his shit and keeps everyone on task. Making sure everyone in your team/side actually does the work

But, he will make you redo work if it’s not up to par w/ his standards, and he has HIGH standards

Very considerate though, and if you’re having trouble he will help you no questions or judgement

If you have a question he will teach you, but he won’t let you leave til you UNDERSTAND what he’s saying.

Like he will make you sit down and take notes while he barks instructions at you

And will hunt your ass down if you’re even a few minutes late from breaks.

Italy

Again, has his perks and weaknesses

Very kind, very sweet, happy to help but the only way his ass it helping is by looking cute.

He loves talking and being friendly, very nice to work with, if you’re fine w/ doing all the work

Absolutely clueless about everything, like how did he get this fucking job omfg you’re going to kill someone w/ your malpractice

But he loves to chat w/ you in the break room and even buys you lunch sometimes.

Report his ass to admin before he kills someone

Takes naps literally anywhere in the break room, under tables, on tables, on the couch, behind the lockers

Japan

Silent

You never know if he’s there, he’s so quiet it like a ghost flew by

It’s by choice, he doesn’t want to make friends, and he won’t. Unless you intentionally talk to him every day then at some point he cracks

Does his job and does it WELL

Although, if he does see you do something wrong he unprompted helps you.

Probably has one friend and they have the weirdest inside jokes

Has pretended to not speak English so they didn’t have to talk to a customer and feels no shame about it.

Prussia

Omg, you either love him or HATE him. Like he so obnoxious

He’s a coworker who’s been there for YEARS and you have no idea why?? He’s lazy, his stupid, his rude, he literally breaks rules while talking to management

He’s actually the leader of one EXTREMELY niche department and he’s literally the only one who can do some really niche job

Knows this, so he uses it to be as big of a dick as possible

Takes his shoes off in the break room and props them on the table while watching TikTok’s on full blast

Gives you weird foods in return for favors

Romano

Total flirt, every lady in the department loves him. He’s so charming it’s unreal

He does all the work for girls and does none of his own

He’s every guy’s least favorite coworker though, especially for guys

Hes lazy and rude but very good with customers

The only thing is that he LOATHES management more than he hates work

So he will do anything/help you to either piss off management or make sure they don’t come around

Other then that he’s just rude and lazy

Takes naps sprawled out on the couch like, or he has a secret hidden place he takes naps

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Hi hi hi😼 can you write hazel and booker (from uprooted) fluff for me pls thank you🫶🫶🫶 (take your time btw!!)

Ooo! Wasn’t expecting any actual requests tbh, I just be writing shit in my free time :33(I’m doing headcanons and a little Drabble to go w/ these)

Rating: fluff

Booker

You and booker are a dynamic duo, one’s never too far from the other. Mainly cause booker trails you to make sure you don’t do anything stupid with the others

He loves to sing songs to you in your guys free time, often in hotels or when camping he’ll sing songs to you while you cook for group or are cleaning whatever needs to be cleaned

He will often dump his chores onto you, but he’s also a little more willing(JUST A LITTLE) to do anything you don’t want to do or help you. He’ll often OFFER to help you do your chores if you help him, but you end up doing a slight majority of the work

Believes you’re a total equal to him(sometimes even above him) so he feels just slightly more comfortable on relying on you to help him with certain things. Despite his slacker personality he often finds it hard to totally rely on people and he’s ever the more grateful to be able to relax his shoulders with you around

The night air was whistling past your ears, the darkness of the sky left the skin beneath your fur feeling cold to the touch. It was late at night and despite your rather lavish hotel room you couldn’t sleep, no matter how hard you tried to close your eyes they always found themselves open wide to stare at your ceiling. It wasn’t for a particular reason, you weren’t sad or worried. Everything was peaceful, booker lay next to you snoring softly. Everyone was at ease and calm, you supposed you could just pause for a while and listen to the nature around you.

Suddenly your ears twitched, fearing familiar feet scrap the floor behind you. Too lazy and too tired to bother lifting his feet, rather to drag them. You felt a head on your shoulder as he laid on your back, still tired. His body felt hot compared to the cold nighttime air you had grown use to. It was peaceful and quiet for just a moment, until you heard a loud groaning whine in your ear.

“Come back to bed” he whined, stretching the end of the sentence out long to show you how upset he was.

“I can’t sleep, could you sing to me?” You insisted.

It was rather silly, but you had grown so use to booker singing to you in your free time. You thought back to all that had happened in the evening to realize that booker didn’t sing to you at all. He was busy making plans to help his dad, while you had to help Jean Claude with faking his accounting scheme; then everything got flipped on its head, and you were back to trying to figure out what to do. The day had been long and when booker hit the pillow he was gone. You didn’t even have time to sit together and talk, he couldn’t sing you any songs.

You heard a loud yawn right next to you as booker wrapped his arms around your torso, hugging you tight. Without a single protest or groan, he began to murmur a sweet little song. It was something different from what he usually sang to you. Most nights he’d sing to you, songs with complex meanings. Songs that showed off his vocal talent and that made his voice sound like smooth caramel candy. This song was something simple, a song he knew by heart. It was a simple nursery rhyme, one from Muckbed. The words were simple and the melody was repeating, but what you heard was the sweetest song you’ve ever heard play against your ears. It was something deeper in his heart, more than any of those fancy songs to impress you. It made you feel at peace and at home, with you in his arms.

As he finished you were being guided away from the balcony back to the bed and soon booker was lying on top of you, snoring into your soft fur. As you began to drift away and fall asleep.

Hazel

The mischief you two cause is amazing. Although you two have the most sweetest adorable faces, you two come up with the most elaborate schemes to get a couple cookies

Hazel often comes to you for advice and encouragement, she doesn’t need it just likes hearing it. She trusts you to let her know she’s right and her idea IS good(you always agree with her)

No matter what whacked out plan she has, you manage to clean it up and make it somewhat do able. Of course it’s mainly bakeries and restaurants. You two know every restaurant like the back of your hands, it’s quiet remarkable the things you two manage to get up to

You two cover for each other really well being able to hide and lie for the other like you two are the same person, especially when it’s from soldiers and booker. Great minds think alike!

Even so, when it comes to you touching her food. Suddenly your years long partnership in both crime fighting and romance are suddenly gone, and she becomes a noir detective to crack the case and get the culprit.

It was currently free time, a lazy afternoon. Hazel rummaged through her bag, looking for their last danish pie she had stolen. A sweet little treat she could not beat. As she searched through her bag, grief struck her heart as she realized that there was nothing left in the bag. She looked up, disgruntled and disappointed. Looking up at you, whining sadly as she crawled into your lap. She lamented about her stolen pastry and how you two ‘have to find the thieving culprit’ not understanding the irony in it all, knowing you two stole said pastries from a bakery last night. You gently stroked her ears in solidarity, trying to not stir suspicion for you were to blame for the crimes.

As you tried to comfort your dearest, suddenly she jolted up. Staring intently into your mouth, her nose twitching as she sniffed the air. As quickly as she got up suddenly her nose was in your mouth, taking a deep whiff of it. As she pulled back, you saw the disappointment and betrayal in her eyes as she smelled the blood of your crimes in your mouth.

“It was you! You ate my last pie!” She accused you, jamming her finger into your chest.

You looked up at her, flabbergasted and totally guilty. You shook your head and desperately tried to defend yourself. It wasn’t you, it couldn’t be you, you were helping Grumley clean his ears. Alas, your attempts were futile for you both knew.

Hazel then began lecturing you, telling you how rude it is to steal someone’s left overs. How upset she truly is with you, and how she may never forgive you. Upset and betrayed she shuffles away to go complain to Bitsy, leaving you alone and needing to make things right. For as silly as it is, you needed to make things right.

As Hazel set up your camps, having forgotten and forgiven you, she hums to herself gently waiting for you to arrive to take your place in your sleeping bags. After a while longer than she liked, you shuffle over hiding something behind your back. Curiously, hazel looks at you, a little nervous and excited

“What you got behind your back?” She inquires, her eyes sparkle with excitement.

You smile gently, and pull the small cake you managed to bake. Showing off the amateur treat off proudly. Hazel gasps taking the cake in into her hands.

“I made this because I felt bad about eating your danish, I had to break back into the bakery to get the supplies and bake it. It’s probably not that good but I don’t bake.” You told her, as you watch her stuff almost all of it into her mouth in one go.

Pulling her hand away you see she saved you a piece of the cake “it’s wonderful! This is the best cake I’ve ever had, well, that’s not true the ones at hamiltoads mansion were like really professional, but this one’s the sweetest cake!” She proclaims through a mouth full of frosting and cake.

You take a bite of your own treat, and it definitely wasn’t the best cake a little dry and too crumbly. It was still the perfect treat though, because it was for hazel. You two quietly enjoyed your treat and laid down to rest.

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Ice breaker

(Meant to be platonic but could be romantic) ouaw krew x reader

Masculine reader

Horror and angst(reader death and resurrection, extreme elements)

(Also I spelled Kremys name wrong, ignore that, that literally didn’t even happen)

You walk into the room, the metal door slamming behind everyone. Everyone snapped their heads back, weirded out but not particularly shocked, only twig and Gricko gasped at the sudden loud bang. This house was a nightmare since you arrived, you all had been invited to a dinner party but, you had been locked into the house with the only way out being a hidden spell somewhere within the house. Looking around the current room, it was dusty and cold. There was an arm chair with a thick wooly blanket, a fire place, and a small coffee table with a glass of solid ice. You shivered slightly, still not use to the cold. Hootsie bumping my leg empathetically.

“Why would they put a lounge in the kitchen?” Gideon asked aloud, picking up the blanket before setting it back down.

Kremmy quickly agreed “I don’t know gid, this whole house is a fucking labyrinth. Shower under the stairs, fucking oven in the library, it don’t make no sense.”

You began to stutter and shiver “Why is it so cold?” The air nipping at your skin forming goose bumps.

You felt gricko bounce up next to you, patting your leg.

“It ain’t that cold, maybe a bit chilly.”

You watched as torbek clumsily looked around the room, you yawned loudly. The cold always made you so tired in the cold, feeling your eyelids begin to drop slightly. As everyone looked in the room, searching for a key to get out of the house. You and gricko stood next to the entrance door, your eyes taking in the room. It was an average lounge room, more narrow than long. The walls looked as if they were slowly decaying, the beautiful blue wall painting looked muddy and watered down somehow. The fireplace somehow still looked warm, despite the relative absence of life within the house. Finally your eyes flickered onto a beautiful jewelry box. Torbek waves gently at you as twig pointed at the same jewelry box. It looked like a renaissance painting, a beautiful pink garden complimented the white and gold of the box. Torbek picked up the small jewelry box, curious to know its contents. You blinked in confusion as before your eyes, a small string snapped from it. That’s when you heard the grating sound of the door on the other side begin to close. The metal began to slowly scrap as the door began to close and the sound of loud air filled our ears.

Everyone’s heads snapped as they began to realize what was happening, pausing only for a moment before kremy broke the silence.

“Oh fuck! Everyone scram hurry!” Kremy ordered, being so far back you looked at gricko and picked him up. Hootsie taking lead as she bounded to the door. One by one everyone filed out: frost, then twig and torbek, Gideon who threw Kremmy as quick as he could. Then it was just gricko and you. The door begin to get lower and lower, your legs they could with no luck. The world began to spin as you quickly realized you two weren’t going to make it. Realizing it was too late for you, as the door dropped too low for you to get through you dropped to your knees and slide gricko into the other room. Locking me alone in the room.

As the door slammed shut, you lay on the floor. Breathing heavy, you look up when to the door hearing the frantic banging on the other side. Shuffling closer, you began to bang back, feeling relieved and terrified at the same time. You curled against the door and scanned the room, looking for anything dangerous. Muffled voices just beyond reach, words you couldn’t even comprehend. It wasn’t until you heard something from within your own mind.

‘Can you hear me, are you there?’ Frosties voice rang clearly in your head.

“I-I’m here frostie, is everyone alright?” Shuffling to your feet you rise up slowly.

As you caught my breath you soon recognized the sound of air being pumped into the room was still there, and it was getting colder. You quickly found myself shivering harder than before.

‘Everyone is alright, are you alright? Is the room you’re in safe?’ Frostie questioned.

“It’s getting colder Frostie, I-i know I complain a lot about the cold but I think there’s cold air being pumped into the room.”

‘Do not panic, you’re going to be okay. Go find something to keep yourself covered. Look for anything that you could exit.’

You began to slowly do as told, picking up the blanket and looking around the room. The room was quite large, all the vents being high into the air. Chilling the room from top to bottom. You try and keep warm, rubbing hands together. Soon you had searched the entire room. Behind every bookcase, chair, and even the fire place. You looked up into the fire place, unsure and skeptical if there was even an opening, considering you never saw a chimney on the house. Maybe you could climb out, if you could shimmy your way up. The only thing you feared was how dark it looked. No light meant no exit. You sighed and just curled up in the fire place, wrapping the blanket around yourself and shivered. Until you heard the banging intensify as it quickly turned into rapid slamming.

‘Did you find anything? Gideon and torbek are trying to break the door down. Twig, Kremmy, and I are going to seeing if we can somehow unlock it.’

You squeaked out a small reply “No frost, it’s still getting colder. The air is pouring in fast, frostie I’m not made for this. I can’t withstand the cold like everyone else. I was made for the desert, I was made for sweltering heat not the cold.” You began to hyperventilate, feeling your heart beat quicken and pump within your own chest, panic consuming your mind.

‘Shhh, shhh it’s okay. We’re going to get you out, just stay calm. What ever you do, do not try and remove anything on your body. Try to get as many things on you, no matter how you think you feel.’

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You breathed out, the heat creating gaint puffs of air in the room. The pain soon seeping from your skin to within your flesh, piercing your arms and legs and your teeth chattered like a rattle.

‘When people experience hypothermia they tend to feel as if they’re hot and remove their clothes. So whatever you do, do not remove your clothes.’

You felt tears swelter in my eyes as the cold air prick your skin, the blanket doing nothing to soothe my ice touched skin. You shivered hard as the banging slowed down. Your heart sank when you heard what sounded to be like more air being blasted into the room, your heart beat quickens as I curl into myself.

‘Are you there? Answer me please’

“Am I going to die frostie?” I squeak out. “I think more air is being poured into the room. I-I can hear something.” The room began to feel darker and darker, my eyes felt heavy and I grew more and more tired.

‘N-no, don’t worry that’s just Gideon. He’s going to try and melt the door. Perhaps go closer to try and feel the heat from the fire.’

You began to crawl to the door, like a shivering baby. As you got closer the sounds of Gideon blasting the door become louder and clearer. Your arms gave out and you could only curl into a small little ball, vibrating and crying. Your heart beating out my chest as the sound of blood rushed to your head. You tried to steady your breath as the room became colder and colder, your hands and feet were becoming more and more numb as it seeped into your chest. You looked up at the vents and saw tiny icy crystals began to form around the vents. If only they could freeze over. Watching the ice creep out farther and farther from the vents, you felt hopeless.

You waited for what felt like hours, even though you could hear Gideon’s fire. The air was stealing all the precious heat away. Your eyelids felt like closing, as the coldness seep deeper and deeper into your flesh consuming you. As your eyes almost fully closed a sudden voice sprung into your head.

‘How are you feeling? The door is almost gone. Gideon is going to take a break and try going at it again.’ Frost projected, his voice making your heart beat.

“Frostie, I’m tired. I feel, warmer. I think I can feel Gideon’s fire. From this side now.” You murmured, the sudden realization making you slowly curl closer to the door.

As quickly as your body was cold, it suddenly became very warm. You were still shaking but it felt better. As the warmth of what you assumed to be the door seeped into your skin.

‘That’s good, that means maybe we’re making progress.’

As you lay your back against the door, you never realized that you couldn’t feel the heat coming from behind you, it felt as if your entire body was slowly being heated up. Ice like crystals soon encapsulated the entire room, freezing it over. You felt sweat dripping from your forehead, you felt uncomfortably hot now. Your eyes began to droop again.

“It’s really hot, I’m starting to sweat” you laughed, you slowly laid back down. Comfort pouring into your heart as you hummed quietly.

There was a long pause in silence, as your eyes fluttered back open. Heat began to pool around you as you felt hotter and hotter. You didn’t think about it too much. Just happy to be slowly warmed up, yet your feet and hands were still numb.

As you were peacefully breathing you heard frosts voice ring in your heard fretful and alarmed ‘Listen to me carefully, do not remove your clothes. Whatever you do keep that blanket on you.’

You smiled and blinked, confused and frightened by the serious tone. “I’m not a whore frostie, I know how to keep my clothes on.” You slurred giggling a little. “It’s starting to get hot in here, are you sure Gideon stopped? I’m gonna move from the door at least.”

Suddenly, you heard the sound of Gideon’s fire starting up again. You flinched from what you thought was the sudden heat burning your skin. Scampering away from the door. Panicked once again as you realized what was happening, the room wasn’t heating up. Gideon didn’t make progress, hypothermia was setting.

‘What ever you do, stay covered. Is there anything else you can use to keep yourself warm?’ The desperation in his voice was missed on your ears, you began to feel too tired to move and too tired to think. Only wanting to be out of the room as soon as possible. Ice crystals now nipping at your blanket.

“Frostie, I’m tired. I’m really tired, the room is covered in ice. I, I think I should just stay by the door. I feel so so tired.” Your eye lids began to fall again, as you curled on the floor. “Do you think I can go to sleep frostie? Maybe if I close my eyes I can wake up and everything will be fine. Right?” You whispered.

‘Yn, do not go to sleep please. Just stay awake for a few more minutes.’

He pleaded, your mind already slowly giving away.

The room became darker and darker. You watched as ice slowly crept toward you, until it touched your skin. Your eyelids became heavy and cumbersome. You could just rest for a while, everyone was safe. That’s all that mattered. Torbek, gricko, twig and gid, everyone was safe. You saved gricko, that’s all that mattered. You deserved a little rest, you’ll be okay. Even as frost desperately tried to keep you awake, knowing sleeping would only lower your body temperature. You slowly closed your eyes. His voice slowly fading into the background. You felt comforted by his voice no matter how terrified he screamed.

On the other side, frost looked up at the others. Terrified and frantically, there had to be a way to help you.

“What happened, is everything okay? Why are you making that face?” Kremmy questioned frost, the sound of the fire blasting drowned out his voice.

Frost gave Kremmy a look, it wasn’t good.

“Gideon, isn’t there anyways to hurry it up?” Kremmy pleaded, frantically pacing back and forth.

“I can only go so fucking hot! God dammit!” Gideon bellowed, completely and utterly frustrated and hopeless.

Torbek was curled in a small ball, weeping pitifully as Hootsie, twig, and gricko tried to comfort him.

“This is all torbeks fault, if only torbek hadn’t picked up that box.” He moaned out in a desperate bargain, if only he had done this, if only he didn’t do that.

“It’s not your fault torbek! He’s going to be a okay! Gideon will have him back out in no time!” Gricko tried desperately to sound optimistic.

Gideon felt the feeling of helplessness overcome him, Grickos words only made him feel shameful. Whatever he was doing wasn’t working, he wasn’t strong enough, his fire isn’t hot enough. The overwhelming anger of it all boiled inside him until he let out a frustrated scream, and began to wail on the door. Hot fire engulfing his fist, punch, after punch, after punch to the door. Leaving a bigger and bigger dent.

Kremmy, seeing the door finally give way stopped perked up and smiled. It looked as if it was going to break. Soon he began to cheer Gideon on, as the dent became deeper and bigger.

As you slipped into a deep sleep, you slowly found yourself sitting up. You looked around the room and saw everything. The ice growing thicker and heavier on the vent, the old fireplace, looking down, you saw yourself. Curled into the tightest little ball, slowly breathing. Tiny bits of ice slowly creeping up your blanket and skin.

You suddenly felt two cold hands slowly pull you up and away from your body.

“It’s time to go, little one. Your journey is over, it’s time to leave.” The voice was whispy and soft. It made you shiver.

Slowly looking up, you saw what you feared most in this situation

“Who are you?” You asked, even though you knew the answer.

“I’m here to protect you, you’re safe with me.” It whispered, its hood shrouding it in darkness.

Looking back at your body, you squirmed and tried to escape its grasps. Only to realize your body had stopped breathing. It lay limp on the floor, a peaceful dreaming face looked back at you.

“I can’t die. I can’t die yet. My friends, they need me. How will I protect them?” You pleaded frantically, as you wiggled and shuffled trying to get out.

“You don’t have to worry about them, you’re gone. You have to come with me. I will keep you safe.” It ordered

You cried out in desperation and despair, as you watched yourself being slowly pulled away from your still body. Your vibrant skin now dull and frost bitten, leaving your cheeks a now red hue while your skin slowly turns an ugly blue. You shook and pleaded with the angel of death, but it was an unrelenting force. A force which you fell powerless to.

As the angel slowly carried you, farther and farther away. The room grew to shades of gray, going lighter and lighter. The sounds of metal crashing to the floor was faint and dream like, too far to fully grasp. As you began to give in, the angels warm arms comforted you. Like the little match girl, you were finally warm again. It reminded you of the comforting feeling of home.

As the door crashed onto the floor, Gideon, frost, and Kremmy shoved into the room one trying to outrun the other. Gideon hoisted your body over his shoulder, he hissed at the pain of sudden frost and ice on his skin. As they all quickly shuffled out of the room.

“Alright, gid just hold him like that okay, get him warm. Gricko, can you maybe, I don’t know, check his pulse?” Kremmy began to order, spitting them out as fast as he could.

Gricko tried to do all he could to find any signs of life, stating you weren’t breathing. As he grabbed your wrist, his heart sank by how cold your arm was. Frost tried to gently rub any ice off of your body, removing the frozen blanket from your limp body as torbek stared at your lifeless figure in horror.

Gricko squeeze every pulse tightly, desperately trying to find any sign of life. Any sign that you were still save able.

“Maybe I could perform CPR, Gideon lay him on his back.” Gricko planned, quickly beginning chest compressions.

It hadn’t been that long. Maybe you just needed a little help, a little boost!

Frost and Kremmy looked at you, your blue face haunting their souls. You looked peaceful, frost thought. ‘If only I was able to keep you up a little longer’ he wondered.

As you were being carried away farther and farther, your life flashed and danced around your eyes. Beautiful lights filled your vision, as you danced at shows and wasted your life. You saw your greatest mistake repeated over and over and over. The horrors of your reality, your actions danced before you. Using cheap drugs to cope with the loss you caused. The angel stroked your head gently, pitiful.

Your eyes flickered and that’s when you saw something that made you smile, you saw your home. The first time you ever felt apart of something after your first love, the first time you felt human. After having your humanity stripped from you, after being treated like a wild animal. An object to admire and use, you felt like a creature to behold and loathe. No matter how kind Mr light was to you, what they’ve done for you brought back your humanity.

It was everyone together in twigs inn, a week after you met everyone. A week after you left the carnival to cure yourself of your inhumanity and shame. Everyone was happy and laughing. You were laying on top of Hootsie as twig gently brushed your now short hair. Gricko dancing with frost, all be it terribly but they looked adorable and hilarious. Gideon and torbek trying to fix a light bulb and Kremmy playing music. You had never felt more human, it was a home you never had. A home you never thought was possible.

The warm light shinning made you feel warmer than you’ve ever felt. It made deaths hands that much colder, as you found new strength and a new purpose you jerked up and out of the arms that held you. Falling to the ground you felt your self falling faster and faster until you realized you can’t hit the floor.

All you could hear was air rushing past your head as memories began to fly by, your life flashing and fluttering behind you over and over faster and faster. You screamed yet no sound came out, you cried yet nothing was heard. You grasped for something you couldn’t reach, you kept falling faster and faster, until you felt it.

The floor hit your body, you were thrown across the room. Your ghost like body, skidding across until your back hit the wall. You got up surprised to feel nothing at all, you looked for your body. Until you saw the door opened. Quickly rushing to your body you saw everyone gathered around. Quickly making way you squeezed past them, unnoticed.

Hearing Kremmy mutter something “he’s gone gricko, stop”

You reached down and touched your body.

You felt your body, your cold lifeless body. Slowly melted into your hands. Oozing into one another you felt them mix and combine, your spirit and your mud mix into one. Until you felt your heart beat, and Gricko pulled away. Everyone pulled away just as you had made it. All you saw was darkness, all you felt was the cold floor against your back as you waited to hear anything.

Fading in and out all you heard from within your mind was a gentle hiss “you win this time”

As your consciousness faded back in, you heard voices frantically speaking.

“He’s gone gricko, just stop”

“He can’t be gone, just lay him back on Gideon.”

“I don’t want his fuckin body on top of me, he’s dead.” Gideon snapped, staring down at you outraged and upset.

Gricko tried to plea before frost cut him off

“They’re right gricko, you need to stop this. He’s gone, let’s just take a quick break and figure out what to do next.”

“This is all torbeks fault, torbek is sorry, torbek is so so sorry.” Torbek wailed, before curling into your cold body. His scruffy fur tickling you.

“Shhh, you’re alright torbek. You didn’t know there was a trap, alright.”

Suddenly your body began to shiver, you were so so cold. Your skin felt frozen and blitzed. Shivering out of desperation for warmth. Desperately trying to find comfort and salvation. Feeling torbeks fur on your body as if it were a warm blanket. Torbek got up quickly, confused.

You mustered all of your strength to you could squeak out was a small “cold” too quiet to be heard. You heard the room instantly go silent.

Your sprawled body began to shake harder and harder, seeking warmth and comfort.

“Mr. Kremmy, do bodies usually move like that?” Torbek whispered.

“I-I’m not sure, Rigor mortis doesn’t usually happen so quickly or that violently.”

You heard them shuffle closer and closer to you, before you were once again surrounded by everyone.

“Holy shit! Can you hear us? Can you hear us?” You heard twigs voices call out.

Your eyelids fluttered open for a second as gricko grabbed your wrist and tried to get a pulse.

feeling him touch your vein made your skin crawl worse than the cold and you jerked your arm away from him, growling like an animal. Before you began to curl like a wilting flower. Whispers of disbelief and gasps of horror erupted within the group. Until Torbek broke the chain and grabbed you, wailing in relief and euphoria. He cried out squeezing your shivering form into his damp scruffy fur. Cheers began to erupt from the crew, gricko and Gideon squeezing you as frost tried to keep people from crushing you.

You curled into their arms, before falling asleep again. This time, no man met you on the other side of sleep. In fact nothing met you, it was a peaceful dreamless sleep. When you woke up, you were lying down as gricko attended to your frost bitten hands and feet.

He looked up at you sheepishly as he grabbed some bandages “oh good your awake!” He said as he began to take off your shoes “yeah, so, here’s the thing. I took a Quick Look at your feet and hands while you were asleep and we’re gonna have to amputate them. Now you’re awake though so, you better start drinking.” Gricko informed you, wrapping your bloodstained hands tightly.

Horror struck your heart like a sharp iced needle, contorting your face at the mere thought of loosing your arms and legs. Until you heard a chorus of snickers and giggling “just kidding! I’m gonna be making a banana paste to help with the frost bite, you’ll be fine in no time.” Gricko cackled, as he finished wrapping your hands. Frost gently stroked your hair.

“I’m glad to see you alive, yn. You had me scared when you told me you were going to sleep.” He smiled.

You smiled back at him, “don’t worry, I just get really tired when I’m cold. I don’t know why, but it happens. I’m pretty sure I did die though.”

Frosts eyebrows furrowed in confused and fright as you began to recount your experience with death, and how you it went. Twig brewing some nice warm tea for you. Everyone began to laugh and talk, as you were finally home and the night was filled with laughter, warm drinks, and banana paste on your toes.