Mighty's Book of Oneshots 2

Frozen Cold

Author's Note: This story.. It was honestly only suppose to be one part; however, I had an idea that I wanted to add to this one. That's why there's gonna be a sequel. It'll probably come tomorrow.

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 Cleo's POV:

 A harsh blizzard had suddenly swept across Hermitcraft. The other hermits were in their homes or with each other to brace from this frozen wrath from the sky. A lot of the dead hermits had returned to their normal bodies in order to help keep everyone warm. 

 Everyone except for the IDEA boys, Joe, myself, and TFC. The IDEA boys have all disappeared recently. X simply sent us a message that said that they were just working on the IDEA building, but we all knew better. The storm was honestly the only thing that was keeping us from exploring. No one wanted to lose another to this blizzard. 

 Joe disappeared before the storm even began. Everyone already knew that he was a nomad of the server currently, but he hasn't even told us where he is for help against the storm. Only one message came through... Hermitville. I exited the nether portal and trudged across the snow through Hermitville. TFC was floating behind me; his eyes glowing a pure white that almost matched the snow.

 " I get that you're dead, Cleo, but we need to go back!" TFC rose his voice to be above the whipping winds. I shook my head as I kept walking, " We're going to find Joe! We can't just leave a purely alive person in this weather! They could die!" I glanced back at TFC as he shook his head.

 TFC gave me a stern, yet concerned look, " Alive people can't die due to weather conditions, Cleo. Grian put that rule in once he realized that the game would still be going through Winter." he explained as he crossed his arms. I stared at the ghost. TFC didn't have his body prepared yet due to how he died in lava, but the life that filled his concern was still present as he stared at me. 

 I shook my head in response, " It doesn't matter." I simply uttered as I pushed through his ghostly form as it tried to manifest in front of me. TFC let out a small growl of annoyance, but he kept flying after me. We trudged through the snow. The only signs of life were the roaming cows that were hiding under trees with their young in order to stay warm. 

 The two of us looked at each other. TFC frowned heavier, " You've got ice formin' in yer hair, Cleo..." he noticed as I nodded. I told him that it didn't really matter. I was dead again, after all. I don't need heat, and this snow and ice isn't going to slow me down.

 It never will.

 We, no, TFC can't really walk as a ghost, I walked through the snow. My ripped up legs dragged through the white, cold snow that seemed to be miles deep despite only being a foot or two. It still didn't make any sense. What caused a blizzard this severe when only a few minutes ago the weather was fine? 

 Things never seem to add up...

 TFC was flying through the ground. He went above me and below me in order to try to see Joe's body from a distance. We were probably miles away from Hermitville now. A glowing trail was coming from TFC's slightly fused legs. He was actually giving me a decent amount of light as we searched through the harsh storm. 

 I looked around the snow covered trees until TFC stopped moving. The hermit's glowing eyes focused on something as he darted towards a small pile of snow next to a tree. TFC flew into the pile and immediately out. 

 " It's him. I flew in there, and it's his body..." TFC spoke quickly as I hurried to the pile and started to dig. TFC floated next to me, " He's barely alive... His vitals are going insane right now, but he's frozen stuff like a board..." he explained as I continued to dig.