A/N: This is another one-shot from ages ago. I'm not particularly proud of it, but I figured I might as well post it. :)
Word Count: 324, counting this author's note
Prompt: N/A
Genre: Angst, fluff
Pairing(s): Sqampy (Stampy x Sqaishey)
Stampy hobbled across the lawn, wincing where the bandages cut into his fur. The nurse, Amy, smiled sympathetically, gently pushing him forward. For 3 years he'd been fighting for Minecraftia. Looking around his lovely world was like looking at a faded photograph. Everything was picture-perfect, just the way he remembered it, but it was worn, the facade falling away at the edges. His home had changed since he's been away. How could it have stayed the same? A hand pressed to his shoulder, and he looked up, meeting the eyes of his best friend.
"The world's changed, Squid." He failed to keep his voice from cracking. Squid smiled reassuringly.
"But so have you. Everyone we'll be glad to see us. You'll see Stamps, everything's fine."
"What if she's found someone else? 3 years is a long time."
"She won't, she cares about you too much."
"She did."
"She still does."
"Stampy?" A small voice comes from across the buildings, and it's as if the faded Polaroid has burst into an incredible HD movie, more beautiful than anything imaginable. A duck stood on the balcony to his house, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Stampy!" She screamed with joy, leaping off the balcony, somehow landing in his arms, like a cheesy Disney movie. Like the ones they had laughed over and enjoyed together almost 3 years ago. "You came back!" She buried her face in his fur, sobbing with joy. He held her close, his own vision streaked with tears.
"Of course, Squaishey. I'll always find my way back to you." The war was over, and he was holding the most amazing girl in the world, and somehow, everything was right.
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One-Shots
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