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adventdrabblesTitle: 'The Snowmen'
Fandom: Original Fiction
Characters: Original
Rating: PG (potentially disturbing imagery; discussion of a controversial topic)
The sound caught his attention. It was a quiet night; at first, he couldn't hear it over the sound of the snow crunching underfoot.
As he approached a particularly large drift, though, it touched Max's ears: A low, droning sound. Not quite humming; it was too uneven. Rather, it sounded something like people speaking.
Bewildered, Max rounded the snowdrift. The strangeness continued: It seemed to be less a snowdrift, and more an igloo. There was even something of a rough doorway. Stooping, he peered inside.
And got the shock of a lifetime.
A half a dozen snowmen sat huddled within, the gloom of the apparent cavern pierced here and there by small, fitfully flickering candles.
Now, the droning sound was louder, taking the form of a conversation. Among the snowmen, themselves.
"Year by year," the possible leader said, "the humans are becoming more foolish. Thanks to their deliberate ignorance, the world is slowly getting hotter. Soon, there will be no more snow."
"And then we will no longer exist," another snowman finished.
Another's white, frosty face lowered into a scowl. "We cannot allow that to happen!"
"But, if the humans won't listen to their own scientists," the second pointed out, "then they'll never listen to the likes of us. As far as the humans are concerned, snow people only come to life in Christmas songs."
Each of the rest of the icy assemblage murmured their disgusted agreement.
"Down with humans," one shouted, enraged. The others roared similar statements, boosted by such an idea.
At last, the lead snowman righted itself. "Enough," it ordered. Once the hubbub had silenced, it went on: "Unfortunately, we can't live without humans any more than we can live without winter. Rid the world of humanity, and no one will be around to build us. Either way, we face nonexistence. Utter obliteration. I propose that there is only one solution open to us. And that would be to find a stray human, and sacrifice them to the Snow Lords. It may be the only way that we can preserve the presence of winter in the world."
Immediately, the rest of those gathered concurred.
Still staring, his heart barely beating, Max whispered under his breath, "No way..."
At least, he'd thought it was under his breath.
As one, the snowy half-dozen turned to the cavern's entrance.
"A human, a human," one of them cried. "Don't let him get away!
"Oh, crap," Max gasped. He turned to flee--
--and the world went white.
Fandom: Original Fiction
Characters: Original
Rating: PG (potentially disturbing imagery; discussion of a controversial topic)
The sound caught his attention. It was a quiet night; at first, he couldn't hear it over the sound of the snow crunching underfoot.
As he approached a particularly large drift, though, it touched Max's ears: A low, droning sound. Not quite humming; it was too uneven. Rather, it sounded something like people speaking.
Bewildered, Max rounded the snowdrift. The strangeness continued: It seemed to be less a snowdrift, and more an igloo. There was even something of a rough doorway. Stooping, he peered inside.
And got the shock of a lifetime.
A half a dozen snowmen sat huddled within, the gloom of the apparent cavern pierced here and there by small, fitfully flickering candles.
Now, the droning sound was louder, taking the form of a conversation. Among the snowmen, themselves.
"Year by year," the possible leader said, "the humans are becoming more foolish. Thanks to their deliberate ignorance, the world is slowly getting hotter. Soon, there will be no more snow."
"And then we will no longer exist," another snowman finished.
Another's white, frosty face lowered into a scowl. "We cannot allow that to happen!"
"But, if the humans won't listen to their own scientists," the second pointed out, "then they'll never listen to the likes of us. As far as the humans are concerned, snow people only come to life in Christmas songs."
Each of the rest of the icy assemblage murmured their disgusted agreement.
"Down with humans," one shouted, enraged. The others roared similar statements, boosted by such an idea.
At last, the lead snowman righted itself. "Enough," it ordered. Once the hubbub had silenced, it went on: "Unfortunately, we can't live without humans any more than we can live without winter. Rid the world of humanity, and no one will be around to build us. Either way, we face nonexistence. Utter obliteration. I propose that there is only one solution open to us. And that would be to find a stray human, and sacrifice them to the Snow Lords. It may be the only way that we can preserve the presence of winter in the world."
Immediately, the rest of those gathered concurred.
Still staring, his heart barely beating, Max whispered under his breath, "No way..."
At least, he'd thought it was under his breath.
As one, the snowy half-dozen turned to the cavern's entrance.
"A human, a human," one of them cried. "Don't let him get away!
"Oh, crap," Max gasped. He turned to flee--
--and the world went white.
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Date: 2020-12-04 05:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-12-04 10:16 am (UTC)