They the Wubbox : Rewritten

[Chapter 37]

Ice sat quietly in his home, laying sprawled out on the couch while looking at his phone. Strombonin and him had gotten their cottage in the woods not too long ago, and surprisingly, Wubbox paid them a visit about a week and a few days later.

Apparently, he was looking for some advice about his kids, and needed a second opinion. Some of them were getting into different styles and likes, and he didn't know what to do. The only reason Wubbox didn't text was because he didn't get Ice's number.

But today was a lazy day for Ice.
Strombonin and a few friends were in the spare room, playing video games and yelling at each other. Ice was more low-key, and decided not to join because they were too high-energy for him.

Ice was on monstagram, and looking at pictures from his friends recently. They seemed to be having a good time, and he was glad that they were being outside and socializing, unlike him, just being inside constantly. He was scrolling through, but he stopped when his phone buzzed with a notification.

"WARNING : As of 12:43, wildfires are expected to rage throughout the forests, and anyone who lives near or in forests should evacuate immediately. More details to be present."

Ice read it confusingly. Wildfires? On a cold island? It was always snowing here, and around 20° and fires would never be able to last very long. The only logical thing that could ever cause a wildfire was if there was significant heat they hadn't seen before, or a group of monsters made a bunch of fires around the forest, drying out the trees and using oil to spread it.

Ice heard Strombonin's familiar paws padding against the wooden floor nearby, and he quickly sat up.
"Strombonin, have you seen the alter?"

Strombonin turned his head over to Ice, then saw his serious expression. "Another amber alert?"

"No, this time it's about wildfires!"

"Wildfires? That's bogus! No fires can start in literal snow and water!"

"That's what I'm saying, but we should probably evacuate just in case." Ice agreed.

"Alright, I'll get the others ready to go."

"And I'll grab the planner's bag. Aren't you just so happy to have me, a prepper for every disaster~?"

"Yep." Strombonin barely replied as he turned to go into the other room, informing the others about the situation.

Ice quickly went over into their room, around the corner and opening the closet. In the closet, Ice had made a preparation pack for any kind of emergency. It held medical items, wilderness survival items, canned foods, and more.

He had always planned and thought out every outcome of decisions since he could remember. Even as a kid, he had planned a lot of this. His mother even had him plan things for her, mostly meetings, and sometimes other plans.
And once he got access to the internet from his first friends on cold island, he learned about hundreds of thousands of horrible things that could happen. The one which fascinated him the most was undead monsters, known most popularly as zombies.

He picked up the bag, and saw the others waiting at the doorway for him, their bags in their hands or around their bodies. As he stepped closer, they opened their door, and to their surprise, the fire was just behind their home. Albeit a few miles back, but still noticeable.

"Holy shit!" Furcorn exclaimed, stepping back.

"It's spreading pretty fast, we should get going!" Rare Bowgart said nervously.

"I got 'chu guys!" Ice bent down as they began to move, sweeping them up into his arms. Without leaving anyone or anything behind, Ice began to quickly move them back out to the mainland.

The temperature outside was oddly warm and very humid, which means the wildfire must have gone on for a while, and burned a lot of the forest. Ice was sure his home would be somewhat safe, as it was built with bricks and clay.

They made it to the dock pretty quickly, and most monsters on the island seemed to be panicking, and law enforcement was attempting to calm them down. As Ice placed them back down onto the ground, another monster approached them. It was Ziggurab and Tiawa. Tiawa had a scarf around their neck, and Ziggurab had little gloves on his four claws.

"Ice, we have a proposition for you."

Ice looked over, and got down to face them. "Yes?"

"Once the fires are mostly over, we're having some monsters go in and find any other survivors who couldn't evacuate. We would like to ask if you would help us." Ziggurab explained.

"Oh, I'd be more than happy to! I don't get much, and I'm sure Strombonin and his friends hold themselves over for a while. Right?"
Ice looked back to Strombonin and his friends, who nodded in agreement.

The alarm was louder than he thought it would be. He didn't understand what was happening, but he quickly grabbed his phone from beside him and got out, placing his hands to his head to hopefully deafen the sound somewhat as he got outside.

Many other monsters were outside as well, and he seemed to be the last one out. He stepped back by the forest, then turned to see that his whole building was actually on fire, engulfed in flames and charred with black.

Fire was in shock, looking at it in disbelief. Who could have done this? Why would they have done this? If someone had a quarrel, why not just hurt one instead of everyone? It didn't make sense.
He turned at the sight of red and blush flashing nearby.

The cops and firefighters came up the nearby street, and the monsters that were with him quickly moved out of the line of sight of the firefighters. Once they were all out, everyone began getting questioned by the cops. Fire didn't seem to pay attention much to what was happening, just kind of in shock and disbelief.

He turned to his side, observing the landscape around him. But from the glare of the fire, something in the thorn bushes caught his eye, and seemingly a cop's when they walked by, and turned to look as well. Even though the fire was raging a deep orange and red, Fire could tell it was clearly a vibrant green tuft of fur.

The only monsters with such fur would be a dandidoo, reedling, furcorn, shrubb, in rare cases a floogull, and Humbug. It wasn't clear enough to tell, but he knew Humbug would never do this. He was the son of the poison element–one of the nicest celestials even when everyone was against her.

Even Wubbox knew he would never hurt anyone or anything, let alone stand the great heat of fire haven, which could burn him to a crisp in seconds.

He decided to leave it up to the cops to decide. They should know what to do about these kinds of crimes. But then again, Buzzinga had just come to Fire Haven, said to watch out for fires, then his motel was set ablaze.

There was something suspicious about it, but he decided to brush it off. It could've just been a coincidence.

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