The five children were travelling out of the cave. Willow was leading the group, minus Wynter, onto the wintery terrain. The ground was freezing up considerately under Willow's feet and started streaming over in Witchy's direction. Frost and ice started to cover Witchy's shoes.
"This place is so not my style," Witchy complained, shivering from the cold and hugging herself. "This is what Christmas is about? Man-eating wolves, forest destroying snowstorms, and a mentally disabled kid who can't talk!"
"Don't you talk about Wynter like that!" Licorice threatened. "I told you, he speaks! He just doesn't like showing it."
"You just don't understand Christmas like I do," Willow replied with a smug smirk on her face. "So what's it about, Willie?" Witchy asked, grinning.
"I'm going to ignore that disregard for pronunciations," Willow responded, not even bothering to turn around and stare Witchy in the eye. "You see, Witchy, Christmas is about being nice to others, becoming friends with others, and giving to others so you can ultimately use them for things."
"That doesn't sound very Christmas-y," Licorice stated. "Oh, what do you know about Christmas?" Willow scoffed. Licorice stopped in her tracks.
"Oh, was too harsh?" Willow asked. "Um, here, I'll just lend you my jacket so we can blow this whole thing over." She removed her jacket and threw it at Licorice, who caught it and stared at it awkwardly.
"You're not at all bothered by the cold?" Licorice asked. Willow just laughed. "I grew up in this game," She explained. "The cold doesn't bother me."
"A-Alright," Licorice stammered as she struggled to put on the jacket. Witchy smirked a bit.
"If Wynter saw you in that thing," She chuckled. Licorice glowered.
"Like it would matter!" She exclaimed. "After all, like you said, he can't talk!"
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"Wow, I can talk!" Wynter shouted, jumping out of his bed excitedly. Mr. Snowman shuffled around, holding a trey of gingerbread cookies, a look of confusion on his face.
"Of course you can talk," Mr. Snowman replied. "You're one of the most talkative people I know. What convinced you that you weren't?"
"Okay, the thing is, recently I haven't been able to talk except on occasion," Wynter explained. "Uh-huh," Mr. Snowman mumbled, pretending to listen.
"The thing is, it was like I got a speech impairment or something when I was with people, but when I was just with Willow, I could talk again," He continued. "But now, I can talk even though she's not here. It's like I've been cured or something."
"So, you can talk permanently?" Mr. Snowman asked cautiously. "Yes," Wynter responded. "And I'm just going to say it: Something weird is going on here!"
"No kidding," Mr. Snowman sarcastically replied.
"I'm serious!" Wynter exclaimed. "The unexpected attacks, the unreasonable blizzards, that girl who dresses as a Halloween person in a Christmas game, none of it makes sense."
"Maybe Fannar did it," Mr. Snowman reasoned. "No, that conclusion doesn't make much sense either," Wynter muttered. "I mean, the blizzards are definitely his doing, but my speech impediment, you're attack, and those wolves and Mr. Artie, he can't be responsible for all of it."
"Well what do you think?" Mr. Snowman asked. "I don't know, but Willow said something about going to the eastern mountains to find that Candle headed girl," Wynter responded. "And if what those elves said is true, that place is incredibly dangerous."
"And what makes them think that?" Mr. Snowman asked. "Well, Fannar lives there for one, but on another hand, Willow went in there and just barely came out in one piece," Wynter revealed.
"Wait, what are you talking about?" Mr. Snowman asked. Wynter sighed.
"Willow left the workshop when the game was plugged in and ventured into the eastern mountains," He explained. "She wanted to explore the place, I guess. The elves said Fannar lived there, so I went there to bring her back to the workshop before something bad happened."
"So that was why you left the safety of the workshop," Mr. Snowman said.
"That was when I met you and Mr. Artie and the wolves. The wolves guided me to the eastern mountains and said they were going to check Frostbite Massif, the largest mountain in the entire game, to see if Fannar was hiding there. That's when Willow came back to me, safe and sound."
"So, what happened?" Mr. Snowman asked.
"A giant blizzard hit the place, sending wolves, yetis, elves, and reindeer all over the place," Wynter confessed. "I think I saw Rudolph flying through the air at the time. We were both nearly trapped in the snow, but Willow managed to get us to safety. Unfortunately, so many people were lost in the region."
"So, everybody's been acting mean because they were crushed by snow?" Mr. Snowman suggested.
"And now, Willow's leading those kids right back there," Wynter said. "And that's bound to end in trouble. So, if you excuse me, I'm off."
Wynter took off out of the cave exit and started strutting through the snow. However, he froze in his tracks.
A lone wolf was sitting in the snow, licking its paws.
"You know, I should probably apologize for Rancis and Taffyta's behaviour before," Wynter said to himself and walked over to the wolf, who barely acknowledged him.
"Hi Mr. Wolf," Wynter greeted. The wolf's ears perked up and his snout turned to face Wynter, and he snarled angrily. Wynter, oblivious to the wolf's threatening gesture, waved and said, "Look, Mr. Wolf, about Rancis hitting you with that stick, I apologize for that, he didn't mean it-"
"RRRAAWWRR!" The wolf growled and pounced towards Wynter, who was so shocked he barely had time to move out of the way.
The wolf went soaring towards him, paws stretched in front of him and jaws open, ready to deal the fatal blow.
But it didn't come.
Right as the wolf was mere inches away from Wynter's face, a giant club was swung through the air at the wolf. It smashed into the wolf's back while it was still in mid-air, causing it to growl in pain.
And that was when the most awe-inspiring sight happened before Wynter.
The wolf shattered into a million icy pieces. Shards of ice went flying in all directions and shattered into pieces on the ground. The wolf's head, bounced on the ground and rolled towards Wynter's feet before coming to a stop.
Wynter stared down at the decapitated wolf head, which slowly turned into ice. He then glanced up to see who had saved him. There, standing on his hind legs and holding the club in both paws, was one of the wolves from earlier.
"Well, that ends my list today," He said in a heavy British accent. "Hide silver objects, howl at the full moon, Whack-A-Wolf. I guess I can call that a night."
He slung the club over his shoulder and strode off, whistling a happy tune.
The moment the wolf was gone, Wynter picked up the ice wolf head, which was twisted into a look of horror. After a moment, the head then broke and ice clattered on the ground.
Wynter stared at his bare hands, then at the ice on the ground, before finally throwing back his head and shouting to the Heavens.
"WHAT'S GOING ON IN THIS PLACE?!"