Hey guys! Summer here!
Today I'm going to do what I don't really do: a one shot.
I've done a Mglhwnt one before, but I never have done one for MCSM.
I got this idea watching a play through of level 6. I haven't updated "The Memory" for a whole because I've been working on other stories and sort of had a massive case of writer's block lately.
So, here we are... a one shot. I may do one in the future.
Here we go...
Stacy was in utter panic. She had just received word TorqueDawg was dead an hour ago and now she had witnessed Captain Sparklez being killed right in front of her. She had only known him for a few hours, but still... her hands wouldn't stop shaking and her heart felt like it had gone from 60 to 600. Anyone of them could be next, even the random strangers in the room. Or Dan, or Cassie, or Lizzie, or herself, or Stampy...
Where was Stampy? Stacy frantically looked around. Where was he. Then she felt a senseof dread in her stomach. She bolted out the door and ran around the mansion, looking for him.
"Stampy? Stampy? Are you here? Come on, come out!" Stacy called.
Please don't be dead, please don't be dead... she thought. Then, she heard frightened whimpering coming from a closet in the hall. Stacy opened the door to find Stampy there, holding up his hands.
"Don't kill me! I have wolves at home!" he yelled.
"Stampy, it's okay... it's just me." Stacy told him.
"Stacy? You gave me a heart attack!" Stampy exclaimed.
"Stampy, what are you-" asked Stacy before Stampy pulled her into the closet with him. "Stampy! Why are you-"
"This looks awkward, but I came up with a plan." Stampy said.
"Which is-" asked Stacy.
"We hide in this closet until this whole thing blows over." Stampy replied.
Stacy pulled herself out of he closet. Stampy poked his head out.
"What are you doing? You'll blow our cover!" exclaimed Stampy.
"I'm not hiding in that closet- which by the way smells like old blankets and jean jackets- like a scared little puppy." Stacy told him.
"W-Well I am!" Stampy stuttered, slamming the closet door closed. Stacy knocked on the door.
"Stampy?" she asked "You know what? I'm scared too."
"Really?" asked Stampy.
"Does it sound like I'm scared?" asked Stacy. "I just saw a guy get buried alive. That would scare anyone."
Silence.
Stacy opened the closet and saw Stampy sitting on a box, a look of fear, shock, and greif on his face.
"I keep thinking this is just a dream, and when I wake up everything is going to be okay. No one is dead and I'm far away from here and nobody is going to hurt me at all." he said. "Sparklez was a nice guy. He was funny, nice, and was going to do great things in his life... then I realized that we're all like that..." Stampy looked at Stacy with tears in his eyes. "Stacy, I don't want to end up like Sparklez! I...we all have so much more to live for!" Then he buried his head in his arms. Stacy could tell he was crying quietly. She put one arm around him.
"It's okay. We're going to be okay. All of us." Stacy told Stampy, trying to comfort him.
Stampy recollected himself and looked up.
"I just don't want to die." he said.
"Neither do I." Stacy responded, standing up. "But it's going to be okay. We're all terrified out of our minds right now. I mean, if anything happened to Lizzie, I'd be so lost... That's why we need each more than ever." Stacy held her hand out to Stampy.
Stampy took it and Stacy helped him up.
"Just stick with me. And we'll get through this." Stacy told him as they walked back to the others.
"You and me... together."
Voila! Done!
I hope to write more one shots in the future. In the meantime...
This is Summer saying Sayanora!