Counting On His Friends
A/N Haven't written any Magic Roundabout fics in a very, very long time but somebody reviewewed them so I wanted to write more.
This is a rewrite of Cold Inside because I wasn't happy with how it was turning out so I decided to rewrite it and change a few things.
All Zeebad fans, don't worry he'll be in this fic since I like him a little but more a Zebedee fan.
I hope others like and enjoy this.
It was Winter in the Enchanted Village and snowing.
Florence and the others were playing in the snow and making a snowman but felt snowballs hit them as somebody laughed hysterically at that but Florence was angry at who it was.
It was a red skinned Magical Springer with black hair, a black moustache, springs for legs, gloves and wore a yellow jumper.
"Zebedee!
Look what you did to our snowman." Florence said sternly.
Zebedee looked a little sad because he hadn't meant to wreck it.
He had a highly mischievous nature and loved to play tricks and jokes using his magic but didn't wish or mean harm.
"Sorry.
I was only playing." the Magical Springer said sadly.
Florence sighed.
"Just don't do it again." she told him as she saw him bounce off.
But Sam noticed his springy friend was sneezing as he came to the Roundabout.
He knew Zebedee loved to play and was boisterous in energy but he was his best friend and felt sorry for him but hoped he was okay as he was standing guard on top of the Roundabout so Zeebad wouldn't get our knowing Winter was Zeebad's favourite time of the month.
But in the core of the Roundabout, somebody was happy seeing Zebedee miserable like that.
It was a Magical Springer with icy blue skin, three strands of hair on his head with a black moustache and a spring for legs but wore a brown sleeveless vest.
His name was Zeebad and he had magic like Zebedee but used it to spread chaos and wanting to freeze the entire world in ice but Zebedee and his friends had imprisoned him back into his prison in the Roundabout which had made him very, very angry but smiled seeing Zebedee all sad and depressed but cackled more hearing him coughing and sneezing.
"So he's coming down with a cold huh?
Perfect!
Soon I'll be out of here and not even he can stop me because he's sick!" he cackled evilly.
He loved ice and snow but hated Spring and the other things like friendship and happiness.
He wanted to crush them like bugs.
He had been biding his time for something like this to happen and now it had.
It was like an early Christmas present for him.
Sam saw Florence and the others drinking hot chocolate with Mr Rusty but laughed hearing Dougal asking for more marshmallows but wondered where Zebedee was.
He knew his friend was always with them but he hadn't been with them since after Florence had yelled at him for wrecking their snowman but was worried but decided to go looking for him.
He knew sometimes the others were annoyed by Zebedee's antics but he liked them and liked Zebedee as his friend because the two of them were lonely until Zebedee had came to the Enchanted Village but after that, things had never been the same but had changed for the better but hoped Zebedee was okay as he heard coughing and soft moaning come from the forest.
He was relieved but worried finding Zebedee lying in the snow as he came towards him.
"Zebedee?
You okay?" he said softly bending down to his friend's level.
He put a hand to his friend's red skinned forehead and felt it.
It was hotter than anything in the Village, even the Sun.
"This isn't good.
I'd better get Mr Rusty to help!" he thought as he left.....