(This one story made me look up, 'can soup catch on fire.'..so...you're welcome. Requested by serena-harper)
"Stampy, you can't come, for the last time!"
"Oh, and why not?"
Stacy plays sighed in meek frustration and brushes a strand of dark caramel brown hair own of her eyes.
"Because! You're coughing and sneezing and you need to stay home!" She stated, speed-walking over to the kitchen just as two slices of toast popped out, smoky and crisp.
That morning, in the small sea-side cabin in which all of the youtubers shared sometimes, although it was mainly Stampy's home, Stampy had come down with a cold, although he hated to admit it.
Mainly, and more importantly normally, their seaside house-side would be filled to the brim with crisp bubbling electric seafoam teal waves that foamed and splashed against the shimmering warm beige colored sand, but now a thin blanket of snow covered the plains and hills.
Not to mention the lake was basically frozen over, only some of the sand melted and showing, being mixed in with the chilly murky transitioning water.
Stacy mainly thought this was how Stampy had attained his cold, but nonetheless, it meant he couldn't come with them today.
"But I'm not feeling too bad, honestly! I don't see why I shouldn't come to see Dawson with you and Lizzie and Sparklez and Dan!"
(In this story Jesse managed to bring back Dan and Sparklez okay don't ask...;-;)
At once, Stampy coughed, covering his mouth with his pale ghostly-looking arm, still in his pjs. (An oversized yellow-orange hoodie flipped down, showing his messy unbrushed caramel colored hair, and light warm sky blue and tan trimmed pj pants with small yellow-orange cats on them.)
Stacy sighed.
"See, you just need to rest today. It's just a bit of baking, me and Lizzie and Dan are going over to get Dawson with her ingredients for the Christmas celebration, and then we're coming back here and baking it!"
"But Dawson's house is next to ours! The houses are basically connected, Stacy!"
"No!"
"But I don't see why I can't help."
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↪️ THE MASQUERADE ~ A CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN ONE-SHOT BOOK (MCSM)↩️
Short Story▶️ It's Christmas! Frost numbs the previously brilliant red and golden Autumn trees, the sky, usually a blinding electric aquamarine color, is now a duller blue-grey as both rain and snow tumble down. Lights are being hung up, prizmarine shards are...
