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Snowflakes fell from the clouds and came plummeting down to the grass. Some of those snowflakes hitting a… hornless man who was walking through the thin layer of snow on the ground. This man was Schlatt, Schlatt was traveling alone. Previously, he was exploring this world with someone he was speaking to. That person wasn’t with him any longer, the unknown man being at their home. Could you even call it their home? It certainly wasn’t both of theirs, Schlatt just left the other with it.
Schlatt was alone, without a place to call home. It left him feeling angry, upset, but most importantly, afraid. He’d been far gone from the mansion he and his old companion had found, and he had nobody by his side. No one was there to keep him company, keep him close, or keep him warm. Warmth. He needed that, badly. He didn’t want to freeze to death. Dying in a hardcore world, let alone in Hexxit by freezing would be all the more pathetic.
Minutes passed, those minutes felt like hours. As time went on and Schlatt mindlessly travelled, he decided to seek shelter in a nearby cave. It wasn’t the best idea, considering his last shitshow he experienced in a cave. But, it was the best he could get for now.
When he reached the cave, he settled his bag down and placed a small barrier in front of the entrance to the hollow space. He took five torches out of his bag and began to place them around his new home. Somewhere he could feel moderately safe now.
Once Schlatt settled in… all he was left to do was think. Think about his companion and his… friend. Along with the argument he and the man had not too long ago. Oh God. The spiel Schlatt had gone on… why did he say all of that stuff?? Well, he knew why, he was angry. But still, it felt rather… cruel.
“ We aren’t together!”
“Do me a favor, and go fuck yourself.”
Why am I getting so worked up over this? I shouldn’t be so hurt, we weren’t together and we’ll never be together. I thought to myself, sinking down to the ground of the cave, letting out a heavy sigh. I sniffled, my nose feeling runny and my vision slowly becoming blurry. I shouldn’t be crying and I’m not going to cry.
But Schlatt did cry.
Hours passed and Schlatt had been through with his crying, now he laid on the hard, uneven floor. His arms were folded and used as a pillow. The poor guy was cold, it was very apparent from how badly his body was shivering. He longed for his companion. Despite how mad he was at his partner, he wanted him. Schlatt wanted what they had back. He wanted to see the others smile, hear him laugh and tell him stupid jokes. He wanted to see his partner sit down on his lap or lay on top of him, keeping him company. Keeping him warm. The man wanted to feel the others' lips pressed against his own and for their hands to be intertwined and held tightly while they made out.
Schlatt just wanted Philza back, his companion.