Mighty's Book of Oneshots 4

The Freeze (Frozen Over AU)

Author's Note: Another story added to the collection of the Frozen Over AU. The idea just came to me, and I decided to add to the narrative. This time, we're focused on Iskall. 

 Enjoy!

 :)

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((two whole months after The Frost))

Iskall's POV:

 A never ending storm of ice and wind. Every couple of days the winds would die down, and I would be able to see outside my dead omega tree. 

 Every time I looked; however, I wouldn't see anything. 

 No other hermits.

 No animals.

 Nothing. 

 Originally, I assumed that I was alone in the jungle. With communications down, I couldn't call for help or even know if the others were alright. 

 For weeks on end, I've been trying to get my eye piece to work but some water got inside of it and turned into ice. 

 I shuddered slightly and coughed when I tried to take a deep breath. Normally, I'm fine with the cold. I'm Swedish and I've spent almost the entirety in a frozen, watery wasteland last season. This season, however, I've spent my time in both a scorching desert and a muggy jungle. 

 Maybe spending all that time in hot weather is making me weaker to the more colder climates? It makes sense, but I wish it wasn't true. 

 I sighed causing a big puff of white breath to come out of me. Sometimes, I wish I was still affected by the Curse of Binding dragon mask. If I could just make a big enough fire in my base, then I could open up a hole in my newly built obsidian ceiling so smoke could escape. 

 Well, even if I was part dragon, I'd need dry wood and kindling in order to start a fire in the first place.

 I've checked every nook and cranny of my base, and I haven't found a single piece of wood that wasn't soaked with melted snow or frozen with ice. My whole body shuddered as I walked over to my stairwell that led to my recently moved bedroom. 

 Originally, I had this little room close to the top of my tree so I could work on my base better. Now, with this ice age covering the server, I've had to transfer it under my base for the sake of keeping myself warm. 

 I was about to head down into my bedroom, but a weak sound pulled my attention away from the warmth waiting for me in blankets. I turned towards the entrance to my base and walked towards it. 

 The noise, which was just barely growing louder, was coming from a dark part of the jungle. Normally, I wouldn't go into the darker, denser parts of the jungle due to the hidden creepers and such. 

 With this Winter weather though, I don't think I have to worry about the explosive mob. 

 I continued to follow the sound until I found a large snow mound that was slowly breaking. Part of the mound was breaking as a ghostly pale hand slowly tried to unbury itself. In a panic, I rushed over to the mound and shoved the heavy snow to either side of me as the body slowly started to twitch due to the wind hitting it. 

 " M-Mumbo... Bro..." 

 Mumbo's suit had been torn in multiple places; his skin now had a pale blue colour but his cheeks and nose were a bright red. I leaned down and scooped the hermit's limp body up. 

 " Don't worry Mumbo.... I'll get you inside..." I coughed slightly as I awkwardly carried the hermit inside my base and down the stairs. When we entered the underground of my base, Mumbo's face scrunched up as his arms moved slightly.