The Crew's Book of Hermitcraft Season Six Oneshots

Out of Control

When it came to her magic, Stress tended to have various amounts of control over it, depending on the day. Sometimes she'd have such fine control that she could be an ice Michaelangelo. Others, she was liable to turn people into ice pops if she walked too close to them. So she knew she was in for a bad day when she woke up to a room rimmed in frost.

She sighed, putting her gloves on. They were helpful in not getting people killed on the bad days. She went for a walk around the battlements of the castle, taking in the view from all around the castle. Suddenly, there was also an Iskall. Stress, naturally, yelped and leapt backwards.

A bolt of ice formed in her hand, against her will, but she managed to redirect it into the sky, where it wouldn't hurt anyone. Iskall offered her a hand to help her up, and she took it. She pulled back immediately, though, when frost blossomed on his gloves.

"Not having a good day, then?" He asked, concerned. Stress just nodded in agreement.

The two sat there, talking about empty topics, such as Demise, and the oversaturated hermits, and how Sahara was doing this week. Snow surrounded them, despite the fact that it hadn't been snowing. Iskall casually asked Stress if she might be able to supply some ice for RUN boxes. Stress was about to reply when-

"HEY ISKALL!"

She had the life scared out of her for the second time today. A lot of things then happened in a short space of time. A blast of ice shot from Stress' hand, and she directed it away from Impulse. Impulse flew into the blast's trajectory, oblivious. The ensuing icicle went through his shoulder, inches from his heart, and he landed, screaming in pain.

"Got the... Got the ghast tears, Iskall..." He managed to say, before passing out from the pain and blood loss. Stress and Iskall rushed over to him, Stress keeping her distance, afraid to hurt him further, while Iskall immediately began to assess the wound. After a moment, he declared that Impulse would live if he received medical attention ASAP.

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Impulse woke up, his eyes meeting concerned red ones. Tango. Impulse tried to remember what happened, but his head was all foggy. He had a large bandage around his shoulder, and his mouth tasted like healing potion and blood. Which is actually nice, in a sick sort of way.

Stress came in, holding a bouquet of icy flowers. When she saw Impulse was awake, she pulled him into a hug, mumbling countless apologies. Impulse hugged her back, assuring her it was fine, and it wasn't her fault. She'd just been having a bad day, and he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

When Stress left the room, Tango muttered something to himself. When asked to speak up, he sighed. He pushed a doubt out of his mind, and spoke.

"If anything, it's the fault of the person who cursed her with those powers."

He turned to face Impulse fully, and apologised.

*GAAAAAASP*
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