Chapter 3

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they finally arrived there, Sven puts Burt down.

Sven's hands are cold. it gets colder at night the it is at day.

(A\N: get some mittens will you Sven? be smart)

Burt noticed that Sven was turning into ice.

"you should go back home. if you stay out here longer you'll turn into an ice cube."

Sven nodded. he couldn't fight back. it was too cold.

Burt looked down at his feet for a moment before looking back at Sven.

"uhh..you gonna go inside?" Sven spoke.

Burt nodded. 

"what about you?"

Sven squared his shoulders. 

"i'll be fine."

Burt was still. quiet.

"you sure?"

Sven thought for a moment. he's really not so sure.

he could either go home, but his home was far. he'd be dead by the time he reaches there.

then how the fuck did he make it there those other nights?!

maybe it's because he's not wearing a jacket.

Sven sighed. 

'you're leaving Burt in the dust Sven! answer his god damn question!'

He heard someone said. he quickly looked around.

no signs of anybody.

only footprints.

timber wolf footprints.

on the snow.

"um..Sven?"

Sven hummed. facing Burt's teal eyes.

"you're were acting if i wasn't talking to you. are you sure?"

shit.

Sven let out a small sigh. wait..

he can't feel his hands anymore.

or his feet.

this is bad. real bad.

Sven felt like he was gonna throw up. but he couldn't.

he dropped cold to the ground. not caring if he bumped his head hard.

"SVEN?!"

Burt hurried to his side. once he touched Sven, he was cold as ice.

"oh..you were standing to long..hm.."

Burt was thinking what his next move will be.

he looked around for anyone to help.

nobody.

he had to do it himself.

"oh well..i guess i have to do it all, huh?" Burt spoke to himself.

he quickly went inside, leaving the door open.

he got a blanket and before he went to the front door, he went to the kitchen.

he grabbed a knife. just in case.

no, not to kill Sven. why would he do that?

he grabbed it because there was always animals wondering around at night.

sometimes there wolfs.

he finally went to the front door and got out.

but he stopped.

why?

because there was a timber wolf standing right next to the 'cold' Sven.

Burt got his knife and pointed it to the wolf.

"shoo! go!"

He walked around Sven and the wolf.

the wolf came closer and grabbed the knife by the blade and threw it.

"shit.."

that wolf was smart.

he came closer to Burt. making him fall onto his bottom.

the wolf stopped. it looked at Sven

"y-you better not hurt him! or i'll..kick your ass!"

Wolf didn't listen. but it didn't hurt Sven instead it picked him up.

it carried him back inside a placed him on the bed.

Burt stood up, brushing the dirt off his clothes.

the wolf cam back outside, staring back at Burt.

"what?"

the wolf came closer and snuggled his legs like a cat would.

strange

then it ran back to the wild.

(A\N: or some bush XD)

the Burt walked inside and closed the door.

he sighed and sank to his knees.

he's tired. 

and he's not gonna get that knife back.

plus he got other knifes.

he heard a sudden noise from his room.

he walked slowly to the room.

the noise came from Sven, having a blanket wrapped him.

"cold much?"

Sven nodded, feeling guilty.

just thinking about the shock that Burt had when he plopped to the ground.

"you were...uh..worried?"

Burt nodded.

"i thought you died."

wow..

he thought you died. out of all people.

"sorry, that i just, randomly dropped to the ground in front of you.."

Burt walked over to Sven and sat next to him.

"it doesn't matter anyway..besides, you felt like a ice cube!"

Sven chuckled.

Burt drifted himself to sleep.

huh, didn't expect him to sleep again..

*SCREAM*

oh no...it's that dream..

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uhh hi?

can you forgive me for not updating on Friday? 😅

i mean, c'mon it's was Christmas!

welp, it's Monday! booo

i hate Mondays. they suck. oh well, bye bye!

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