Small MCYT Stories

It's So Cold

I'm feeling edgy so
Trigger warning; Deals with a slow death and wondering if there's an afterlife and severe cold

I'm gonna pull a MOSSKIT
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Tubbo had his arms wrapped around himself, "It's a little chilly today." He said to the person who led him to a cave. He looked around but they were nowhere to be seen.

"Huh..?" He frowned, looking into the icy cave. He walked in, calling out for that person, "Hello? Did you go in here?" He got no response.

Tubbo turned around, going to leave but then rocks started to fall from above. Out of panic, Tubbo ran deeper into the cave to avoid being squished. He didn't realize until it was too late that the rocks covered the only exit.

Tubbo rushed to the rocks, trying to move them. His hands quickly retreated immediately after touching the freezing stone. "God..."

Tubbo backed away from the blocked exit, he held onto himself to try and warm himself up. He sat down, leaning against the cave wall. He hugged his knees.

He started to shiver. He closed his eyes tightly, rubbing his arms. His teeth chattering was all that he could hear as it echoed in the cave. "M-man.." He gasped.

His mind started to wander. He wondered what Tommy was up to. He wondered if they realized he was gone. What would they do without him?

Will he become a ghost? Or will he just be gone forever? Unable to think, hear, see.. or will he still have his senses but he won't be able to do anything about it?

Tubbo's breathing started to pick up, and he saw his breath from his cold it was. It was so cold. So cold that it was painful.

"T-Tommy?" He stuttered. He went quiet, trying to see if he could hear anyone outside. He heard something that sounded like footsteps, and then he could hear faint voices.

"P-p-please Tommy.." He tried to call out, not realizing that his voice was barely a whisper. The footsteps faded, and so did the voices.

Tubbo came to terms that he wasn't going to be found. His breathing started to slow down again, and with every breath, he started to feel warmer.

So warm, that it became uncomfortable. He's rather be cold than this warm. So he took off the sweater he was wearing. It didn't help.

Tubbo stared at the rocks ahead, and then his eyes closed. And soon his breathing got so slow that it stopped altogether.

The last thing he heard was what sounded like an explosion and then someone screaming his name.