Stay Chill

Sword Made Of Ice

In Royal Woods Prison, the Stephenson Bros and Johnathan Krunk were doing some hard labor, breaking rocks with pickaxes in the cold, almost looking like a Russian gulag or labor camp when the Soviet Union was alive decades ago. Except, the only difference was that there were no whips and no beatings all around, no; there was just the sound of rocks clinking and breaking when a pickax hits it from a prisoner, and exercise was something to help a person become warm if they had been doing it long enough. Every prisoner had a coat around them to keep warm, and wouldn't die of hypothermia. Of course, if not for the amendment ruling out against cruel and unusual punishment: there would be some corpses on a mountain or in a pit like the Soviet labor camps back in those days.

The whole prison was courteous enough to make sure that every one of the prisoners were not so cold, and had some extra blankets around in case someone needed it.

Michigan was a harsh environment when it came to the season of winter, and every one of the prisoners were freezing cold outside in the working yard of the jail. "Gah! This weather is the worst." said Frank before breaking a boulder in half with his ax. "Feel like I'm in Vorkuta or a North Korean labor camp."

"Come on, bro." said Paul. "I'm sure if this was North Korea, it would be worst. And, gulags aren't around anymore."

"Oh, shut up, Paul." said the leader of the brothers flatly before getting back to work in this kind of labor

Malcolm was sweating a little, and he wiped a few drops of water from his face. "Whoo, this is so backbreaking." he muttered. "And yeah, I'm sure North Korea would be way worse than this. We would all probably be dead right now from being in the cold for so long."

This kind of work went on for almost and hour, and Krunk was the one who was working the hardest since he was a little muscular than the three brothers. "Just keep it together, boys." he noted to the three. "We won't be in this rat hole forever." and he piled the pieces of rock he broke and put them in the gigantic pile of other rocks that the other inmates have broken so that these stones could be use to create new pavement on the streets if they were getting to old or having too much cracks in them. "Whew, this is killing me." said Johnathan after he was done with his work

A harsh buzzer was heard and the warden of the whole prison announced: "Alright, everyone, take a thirty minute break!" Every prisoner never felt so happy to take a break from this labor and did their own usual business and a few of them were even making snowmen just for the heck of it. Not every prisoner was a cold-blood murderer like Krunk, or a sleazy bunch of scumbags like Stephenson brothers. No, a couple of the prisoners are gonna get a parole tomorrow for good behavior over some minor misdemeanors.

While trying to keep warm, Frank was dreaming of going outside of the prison to celebrate his freedom over this prison. Of course, he knew that he wasn't getting out any time soon. One of the German shepherd dogs that belonged to one of the officers sniffed Krunk's hand and it couldn't help but bite it.

"Yeow!" Johnathan screamed in pain. "Get off me you stupid mutt!" He was wagging his arm and hand around to get the dog to let go of his hand.

"Hey hey hey hey!" Said the owners rushing over to Krunk's aid. "Ignatius! Bad dog! Bad dog! Let go of his hand right now!"

He had to prune his German shepherd off of the left hand and after he managed to successfully remove him from Jonathan, the dog looked loyal and idle again. "What was that all about, dirtbag.!" Asked Johnathan in an angry voice. "I didn't do anything wrong this time!"

"I know, I know." Said the officer. "And you know better not to fight the dog. Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not alright!" Johnathan threw a swing at the officer, knocking him to the ground hard. Four other police officers tackled and started beating him terribly.

"Alright, that's enough!" The warden intervened. "Go put Krunk in a solitary confinement cell, and make sure he stays there for one full day."

Just like that, the four officers dragged the bruised Krunk back inside the prison and dragged him on his knees to a confinement cell below the whole prison, and there were glass shields at every corner and a bed.

"Get in there, you!" Said one of the officers. "You need a nice, full day in solitary confinement!" Said the second. The cell door banged closed and the four policemen left the room, and it left Krunk alone.

Growling and mumbling to himself, Johnathan was thinking if there were any way he can get out of here. "I wonder how the Living Taser is pulling through in his time in jail."

Meanwhile

Living Taser was in a special cell where he could not get out of, even in electric form. He tried and tried with all his might, but to no avail and gave up eventually in the next two hours of his incarceration.

In the Loud house

In the Loud house, Luna was practicing her ice blasting and her way of creating ice spears or ice swords from her hands out of thin air. "Dude, that's new." She muttered as she created herself a two-handed sword made of ice. "Makes me feel like a frosty knight."

She smiled and began slashing her way through the targets, going as far as to decapitate a few heads.

"Take that!" She exclaimed after piercing a dummy that looked like Lady Gaga. She turned her attention to a dummy that looked like Beyonce and she decapitated her before slicing her to and fro. "And that!"

She was having a little too much fun with this and the sword accidentally slipped from her hands, and it landed from the air, next to Lana.

"Gah! Easy, Luna. That almost killed me." She said

"Heh heh, sorry Lans." Luna said sheepishly. "Be careful. And come on, it's a new trick that I just learned."

"Well, try and practice some more and you won't poke someone's eye out." Lana suggested.

"Yeah, you clod!" Lola added.

"Will do, dudettes." And just like that, Luna began practicing her ice powers some more at the dummies of talentless pop stars and she was slowly becoming better at her new ice sword technique.