The Adventures of a Mushroom | Genshin x Child!Reader

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟯𝟬: 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱'𝘀 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆

Blossom's Note: I'm happy to see you again.

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When you opened your eyes, your mind was clear. Icicles sparkled on the cave ceiling; the campfire crackled. Scaramouche was snoring softly beside you, with a sound like a purring cat.

Wait a second, how did I get back here? And the campfire... why is it burning again? Was that all just a dream?

A snore broke through your thoughts. "Mmmph..."

"Wake up, Mister Hat Guy!" You shook Scaramouche and were relieved to find that no murderous thoughts entered your mind. Hopefully, yesterday night's bizarre events meant that you were cured of the cursed blood once and for all.

Scaramouche groaned and sat up. "Enemies?" His hair stuck out in all directions.

You smiled. "No. It's time to go."

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Leaving the mountain was not as easy as it sounded. Obviously, you had to head down. The question was which way. Everything looked and felt different after the storm—a glittering, snowy wonderland with no clear paths anywhere.

Twice you had to turn back at dead ends. A few times, you and Scaramouche ended up in underground caverns half-blocked by icicles and Cryo slimes. Worst of all, you had lost your ability to melt the snow at a touch, a sign that the cursed blood was finally free of your body.

Well, good riddance.

"Look on the bright side!" you suggested cheerfully. "Now (Y/N) can build a snowman again!" You scooped some snow up experimentally. It didn't melt away.

Right on cue, Scaramouche smacked into a tree branch, dumping snow onto both of you. He cursed and took off his hat. "Right. And if we both freeze to death?"

"We won't freeze."

"Optimism won't get us anywhere," he mumbled, glancing at the darkening sky.

"No, we won't freeze. Look." You pointed up ahead, where a faint warm light shone out between some trees. This light was different from the crimson glow of Durin's heart—it was cooler, more artificial, like something man-made.

"A cabin?" Scaramouche wondered as you approached a tattered wooden bridge spanning a wide gap in the ledge. "Who would live up here?"

"Hopefully not hilichurls. Wait—slow down!" You grabbed Scaramouche's leg just in time to stop him from stepping onto the wooden bridge. A few flecks of snow dropped into the dark valley below.

"What is it?" he snapped, but you could tell he wasn't really angry—just surprised.

"This bridge looks rotten. Can't you see it?" you asked. "There—and there." You pointed at the spots.

"No, not at all."

You concentrated harder, setting your hand gently on one of the planks. "There's water in the wood. Probably from melted snow. It's bad for the bridge. (Y/N) can get it out."

"How?" Suddenly understanding dawned on Scaramouche's face, a faint flicker in his eyes. "The same way you drowned that man."

He probably thinks I'm a bad kid. Does he hate me?

A mix of emotions filled your chest. You hovered your palm above the bridge and made a curling motion with your fist. Slowly, a clear bubble of water rose out of the wood. When it touched your hand, it disappeared.