ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ɢᴏᴅ // ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʙʟᴀᴅᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱɴᴏᴡꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ.

𝓣𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓮'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥.

It's... blurry....

.̸.̴.̴w̸e̵ ̷w̷a̸n̷t̵ ̶b̸l̴o̴o̴d̸.̸.̵.̶i̶t̸'̴s̴ ̶t̶o̷ ̴c̸o̸l̴d̸.̸.̵.̴k̵e̸e̷p̸ ̴p̵u̸s̶h̵i̸n̴g̴.̸.̷.̵

Shut up...

.̶.̵.̴w̵a̶r̸m̷t̶h̷.̶.̴.̷.̵I̷ ̷w̴a̸n̴t̷ ̸t̷o̶ ̶s̴t̶a̴b̸ ̷s̴o̸m̴e̶t̷h̸i̸n̸g̴.̶.̵.̴.̸s̸h̶u̶t̸ ̶u̴p̵ ̸y̸o̸u̷ ̷a̶l̶w̶a̵y̸s̴ ̷w̵a̵n̷n̸a̸ ̷s̴t̴a̸b̵ ̴s̴o̴m̸e̶t̴h̸i̶n̷g̷.̸.̴.̷.̷b̷l̶o̸o̵d̴.̷.̴.̷.̴i̶t̷'̸s̸ ̴t̷o̵ ̴c̷o̵l̸d̴.̵.̵.̸

I'm trying here, be quiet.

N̴o̸t̸ ̷h̶a̶r̴d̵ ̷e̸n̸o̴u̵g̴h̶.̵.̵.̶T̵e̴c̷h̴n̶o̶b̴l̸a̴d̶e̸ ̶n̵e̸v̸e̵r̸ ̷d̵i̶e̶s̶.̸.̴.̷

The tall man tries to shake the voices. It's hard enough having travelled nonstop for 3 days in a snowstorm. He was hungry. He was fatigued. He didn't know how much longer he'd last. 

Keep pushing... don't give up.

He kept telling himself. His vision was already fuzzed in a jumbled mess, and his lungs pricked with every breath he took. Despite being in his piglin form, he couldn't seem to find the warmth he longed for. Part of him regretted leaving back his L'Manburg friends. Part of him wished he stayed. They were warm. They had food.

N̵O̴!̵ ̴T̷h̸e̶y̷ ̶b̶e̵t̶r̷a̴y̶e̷d̸ ̸y̵o̷u̸.̵.̴.̷l̶e̶a̶v̸e̶ ̵t̴h̷e̵m̴.̸.̷.̶b̵l̴o̵o̶d̵.̶.̷.̵y̴o̸u̵ ̵s̸h̸o̴u̸l̷d̸'̶v̷e̴ ̶k̴i̸l̴l̸e̷d̴ ̶t̴h̵e̵m̵.̷.̸.̷m̷a̴k̸e̴ ̸t̴h̷e̷m̴ ̶p̴a̵y̴.̴.̷.̵

Oh, shut up...

The man kept trying to shake off his voices. Clenching onto his robe for any form of warmth, he pushes on in the desert of snow. In the distance, he sees light. Smoke, even. He wanted to make his way to it. It was shelter. Perhaps he could ask to stay for a while? Even if the resident was a murderer, or tried to attack him, he could just kill them.

F̴i̶n̷a̶l̷l̵y̶.̷.̷.̸.̵k̴i̸l̴l̷?̷.̸.̶.̷.̸w̶h̴a̵t̵ ̴i̵f̴ ̴t̷h̵e̵y̷'̵r̸e̵ ̷n̸o̴t̸ ̷a̶n̶ ̸e̴n̴e̶m̵y̷.̵.̴.̸n̷i̴c̴e̵.̷.̵.̵?̴.̶.̸.̸.̴n̷o̴.̶.̸.̸.̶e̸v̷e̸r̷y̷o̶n̶e̷ ̶b̷a̵d̵.̵.̶.̴.̵.̶p̵v̵p̴ ̴g̸o̷d̴.̷.̵.̷?̸.̸.̴.̵

Ignoring the voices once more, he makes his way to the small cabin in the distance. That is, until his legs give way.

Thunk.

Before he knows it, he falls back to his human form, cold snow providing some type of cushion, while his vision fuzzed to black, the wooden cabin taunting him in the distance.

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𝓨/𝓝'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥.

Stupid snow storm...

The young woman curses under her breath as she makes her way back to her house, her trusted malamute right beside her. She was facing the direction of the storm, but it didn't make it any easier to get home. Especially since the snow was midway up their calves. The cold air crashed against their back, almost making her fall over or lose balance every now and then. They clench the satchel that was slung across her chest, persevering through the snowy abyss.

Jeez... it was fine earlier. I hate this tundra, why did I decide to live here?

Y/N sees the smoke from her chimney in the distance, but her house is blocked by a snowy hill. Exhaling in relief, they rush over to the top of the hill, taking in the full view of their woody cabin. She slides down the hill, rushing over to the front steps of her welcoming home. As she was about to open the door, she heard Astek bark.