StickWar Oneshots and Headcannons

★A Rebellion Against An Empire★

Glacial Uprising!Spearton × Voltaic Revolution!Swordwrath Reader

Type of Fanfic: Platonic

Plot: You, a Voltaic Swordwrath and a few other Voltaics have escaped after the Order Empire has captured Magis, alongside many of his army.

You trotted forth with your other peers as you brave the mountains of the Glacial Uprising but because of the cold, you passed out with the others.

Fortunately enough, a few of the Speartons and Swordwraths that were scouting the mountains found your unconscious forms in the snow and took you all in.

Requested by:K0rts1

A/N: I'm able to post a decent enough oneshot regarding these two. It was nice that I'm able to make a good enough pace of a fic, compared to my first one.

But hey, practice makes perfect. No?

I also apologize this took so long, exams really took a toll on me.

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Harsh snow covered the lands of the Glacial Uprising, fifteen stickmen were struggling to brave through the harsh winters, their armors were only hindering through their travels and it was giving less warmth than it should be as it brushed against their bare, frostbitten skins.

[Name]'s eyes grew blurry as they lifted their feet before planting it back into the heavy snow, dragging their lethargic body despite the exhaustion. "Just...a little...more my bretheren... we will all..see light soon..." They rasped out unconvincingly, their positive outlook becoming futile as they felt death growing near.

A small thud could be heard, and then another and another. Feeling a pit in their stomach, [Name] turned around. The color from their face drained away as they saw their comrades drop dead (or at the very least unconscious) into the snow like flies, one by one.

They wanted to help their fallen comrades, but they felt as if help was drawing near. They were sure of it. With a heavy heart, they continue to trek through the snow, putting an arm over their eyes to avoid being blinded by the snow. 'It's..so close...I can...feel...it...'

For what it seemed like minutes, it felt as if hope was lost. [Name]'s vision started to grow blurry, and they could've sworn they saw a small silhouette coming their way. They tried to call out for the person's attention.

But all of a sudden, [Name]'s vision suddenly faded to black as they pass out on the snowy ground.

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Darkness.

It was the only thing [Name] can see, they can feel, they can hear.

It was almost as if everything was on mute, and all the color was drained out of the entirety of their existence.

They tried to call out for someone, anyone.

But none.

It feels as if there was no light at the end of the tunnel. Hope was all lost.

All [Name] can do is sit, wait and hope they wake up....