The tale of snow and sun

Cold?

Mythland had snow and ice everywhere, it was as if the coldest winters from Rivendell decided to plop down right over Mythland, and sharing a border with the now cold empire, the Codempire was starting to freeze as well.

No one had any ideas why it was getting so cold, summer was just ending, it was barely even autumn yet.

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My fucking wing, my fucking wing, my fucking wing, my fucking wing, my fucking wing, my fucking wing, my fucking wing, my fucking wing.

The pain has just gotten worse and worse for both Scott and Gem. Gem still won't tell them anything about the Egg and Scott is still confused about why he is even here.

They took him to a new room. Somewhere different. Just last night (Scott can't tell what's night and day anymore) Scott went to sleep in the cell and woke up I this room. It was nothing but a bed.

This place was going to drive him insane. The room he is in now is covered in ice. It's been getting harder and harder to control his powers and it's getting a little bit out of hand.

Though the room's temperature was far below freezing, Scott felt nothing. He didn't feel cold, he couldn't feel the frostbite spreading from his fingers up his arm. The cold wasn't affecting him. But it was affecting everyone else.

He believes that's why he's in this room, separated. He no longer had Gem to talk to, though she never really did talk back, at least in the other cell he could listen to her shallow breaths and know that Gem was still alive. Here he can't do that.

All he could do in this room was sit in the corner, and go insane. Or he could go mad sitting in the middle of the room, or any of the other three corners. He could go crazy while standing up, but that would get tiring.

Why am I think about going crazy, I'm no going to go crazy. Scott thought to himself. When he pulled his wings around himself his hands instinctively went to comb through the feathers. Stop.

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Hours and hours and hours and hours went by as Scott just sat there, disassociating. Imagining a world where Xornoth wasn't a demon, where his parents were still alive. In his dream world the Cod War wasn't going on. He and Jimmy were happily married.

He gently smiled to himself. This world was perfect. This world, where he lived in peace. If he had his way, he would make this world happen. But instead he stuck, stuck in a room. A room full of ice.

Scott stood up quickly. He turned around and around, looking at all of the walls.

"Let me out!" He yelled.

"Let me out!" He shouted.

"LET ME OUT!" He screamed.

Tears started to fall down his cheeks, they didn't get every far before turning into frozen raindrops. They all fell to the ground, some broke into a million pieces while others bounced around the room. He slowed down, his breath hitched, I'm not getting out.

He flopped onto the floor, crisscrossed with his head in his hands. He sobbed, "I'm not getting out, am I?"

"You can't give up." Jimmy told. Scott looked over and there he was. His lover was standing by his side, looking sad and pitiful. "I need you to stay strong from me."

This isn't real. Scott thought. It couldn't be real. Scott was locked in a room, probably underground. No one but Joey and Sausage knew where he was.

"If not for you, do it for me." Fake Jimmy said.

"Don't leave," Scott whispered, he knew Jimmy wasn't real, but it was the best he got.