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random oneshot 1.3
aw yiss kickass snow body
Caboose was outside Blue Base, rolling up snow into balls. "Snoooow Church, Snoooooow Church. Makin a snoooooow Church."
"..Do you want help, Caboose?" asked Wash. "I could find you some sticks or something.." Wash shuffled uncomfortably. Caboose was a little obsessed with Church, but it was nice that today wasn't one of those days..
"Yes! Church needs his sniper gun!" Caboose lifted a ball, placing it onto crudely shaped legs, and began to mold it into a torso.
"Well, I'll go find one." Wash was glad to get away from Caboose for a bit, but he couldn't stay away for too long. He'd set the snow on fire.
Wash headed up the short stairs and into the base. There was a sniper rifle in this place somewhere, upstairs. He climbed by the storage room, where he kept the supplies, went past the broken lab, past Tucker's makeshift bedroom, past the place where he had put the unrepairable things. Finally, he arrived in his room, at the top. A few cat pictures adorned the walls, above his cot. There were a few scattered boxes, a couple of guns laying around. The sniper rifle lay on one of the bigger boxes. He grabbed it, and went down again, only to find that Caboose had finished and was impatient to add the gun. "Here," he said, handing Caboose the rifle.
"Took you long enough! Now.." Caboose adjusted the hands to hold the gun. "There! Now snow Church and me can be best friends forever! Come on snow Church!" The snowman sprang to life, following Caboose as he marched through the canyon. Faintly, he heard Caboose singing extremely off-key, "Churchy the snooowmannn.."
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Short story strikes again! This one is pretty meh over all though. ...Where am I even getting these ideas?