The Regulars One Shots

🟣 Frostbound Friendship

In the heart of Minecraft, amidst a swirling blizzard, ten members found themselves facing a chilling predicament. The heating systems, essential for survival, had faltered, leaving them at the mercy of the freezing cold. Among them were friends bound by camaraderie and a determination to weather the storm together.

Henwy, his bubbly spirit undeterred by the biting cold, rallied his companions. "A-Alright, guys, l-let's huddle up. W-We'll figure this o-out together!"

Sigils, the expressive leader of their group, nodded, his breath visible in the frosty air. "W-We need to find t-that heating system fast. Z-Zud, you're o-on it."

Zud, always up for mischief, grinned beneath his scarf. "N-No worries, I'll h-have it sorted in n-no time."

But as minutes turned to hours and the blizzard raged on, anxiety gnawed at their resolve. Zud hadn't returned.

"I-I'm getting w-worried," Henwy admitted, his voice trembling with concern. "W-We should go a-after him."

Sigils agreed, though his words were punctuated by chattering teeth. "L-Let's stick together. Biffle, Nico, Ian, y-you stay here and k-keep warm. The rest of us w-will search for Zud."

As they trudged through the snow, every step felt like a battle against the elements. Sigils stumbled, and Henwy gasped as he fell.

"A-Are you okay?" He asked, offering a shaky hand to help him up.

"I-I'm fine," Sigils replied, his voice strained. "Just a bit... cold."

Henwy offered his cape he wore around him and gave it to Sigils. "T-Take my cape." Henwy offered. "A-Are you sure?" Sigils asked.

"G-Go ahead, I'm wearing l-long sleeves and pants a-anyways." Henwy stated.

"W-Wait a minute, why is there b-blood on the snow and the c-communicator system panel?" Henwy asked.

"C-Could the strong wind b-bashed Zud against t-the hard metal pillar? T-That means he's not f-far!" Sigils concluded.

They pressed on, their determination overshadowing the biting cold. But their search took a harrowing turn when Sigils tripped over something again buried beneath the snow.

Henwy rushed to his side, his heart pounding with fear. "What... what did you trip on?"

Sigils brushed away the snow, revealing a sight that sent shivers down their spines. "It's... it's Zud's glove."

With trembling hands, they uncovered Zud, unconscious and clutching the heating system tightly.

"H-He found it," Henwy breathed, relief washing over his despite the dire circumstances. "B-But we need to g-get him back to the others."

Together, they struggled to lift Zud's limp form, the weight of their friend and the gravity of their situation heavy upon them.

Through the ear communicator, they relayed their urgent message to the waiting crew members, their voices trembling with both cold and emotion.

"W-We found Zud," Sigils managed, his words shaky but resolute. "W-We're bringing him back. H-Hold on, everyone. We'll g-get through this."

With each step, they drew closer to safety, their bond as friends and allies proving stronger than the icy grip of the blizzard. And as they stumbled back into the warmth of the cafeteria, their hearts filled with gratitude for their frostbound friendship, forged in the crucible of adversity.