All That From A Snowball (A Herobrine Adoption Story)

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RECAP

          Steve sat back, exhausted from his haste. He needed to go get Jake's clothing before it froze. Wearily, he stood, threw one last glance over his shoulder, and trudged back to the lake. The snow crunched softly under him, and the sun was lower, behind the rim of the volcano's bowl. As his boots hit the hard ice, and he began slowly gathering up the already-stiff clothes, he glanced at the dark water and shuddered. Jake had barely been saved from a watery, cold grave. Jake's cry and the dreaded splash played again in his head and he trembled again, tears forming in his eyes. The utter horror that had washed over him at that one, awful sound had been...indescribable.

          Steve picked up the last item of clothing and winced as his hand sent stinging pains to his shoulder. He'd need to take care of that...he didn't want frostbite.

          Numbly, he made his way back to camp, checked on a now-sleeping Jake, and began lashing together green branches he broke off the spruces all around. Hanging the stiff clothing on leaning branches near the fire, he decided he was too tired to bother to eat, and entered the tent, drawing Jake away from the opening.

          He lay down on the hard ground, using a pack for a pillow, holding Jake close and spreading the last of the warm blankets over them both. He'd use his own body heat to keep Jake alive through the night.

          He sighed as he began to drift off, "Sleep well...buddy."

          He dimly wondered how they would make it to Jake's home before he slipped off into the land of dreams.

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Frostbitten

          The water was cold, and dark, it took his breath away. The pressure was crushing him slowly, thousands of tons of water bending his ribs inward.

         "Jake!"

          He couldn't see, couldn't breathe, couldn't move. The cold had frozen him, the dark was impenetrable, and every time he opened his mouth to scream for help, water flooded it.

          "Jake!"

          He didn't know up from down, it was getting so hard to stay awake. He knew he'd called to Steve, he only hoped the miner could catch him in time...before he hit the frozen bottom of the lake and was lost forever to its dark, cold depths...

          "Jake!"

          Jake shot awake, gasping and clutching at his throat, fighting whatever was pinning him down. He had to get up to the surface! He couldn't breathe, he was sinking, running out of time—

          "Jake! Jake, hey it's me! You're safe!"

          Jake sucked in a huge breath of air, coughing and gasping, wildly looking around. Steve's worried face came into focus, and his large, gloved hand cupped Jake's face. The smell of pelts and burning pine came to him, and he felt hard, solid ground beneath his back. He wasn't in the water, he could breathe. The trapper rasped, "S-Steve...you...I'm...I'm al-alive?"