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❄️ ⛸️ ୨୧ A Little Winter Outing ୨୧ ⛸️ ❄️

The morning sun shone gently over the snowy Minecraft forest, making the fresh snow sparkle like tiny diamonds. Just beyond the little wooden cabin, a frozen pond rested between the pine trees, its smooth surface glimmering beneath the pale blue winter sky.

After spending nearly the entire previous evening curled up beside the fireplace drinking hot chocolate, the group had finally decided to venture outside.

And, somehow, Twixxel had convinced everyone to go ice skating.

"COME ONNNN! IT'LL BE FUN!" Twixxel exclaimed, already wobbling excitedly on their skates.

"YOU SAID THAT ABOUT THE CAVE FULL OF CREEPERS," Grox called back, clinging to the nearest tree. "I AM STILL EMOTIONALLY RECOVERING."

"That was ONE time!"

"THERE WERE SEVENTEEN OF THEM!"

ThatMob stood near the edge of the pond, carefully inspecting the ice before stepping onto it. "The surface looks stable enough. Just don't do anything stupid."

Twixxel immediately attempted to spin.

They fell over.

There was a brief silence.

"...I meant don't do anything stupid yet," ThatMob sighed.

Whispy couldn't help giggling as he helped Twixxel back onto their feet. He wore a fluffy winter scarf that practically swallowed half his face, and his cheeks were pink from the cold.

Meanwhile, Grox had finally made it onto the ice.

He took one step.

Then another.

His arms began flailing wildly.

"WHY ARE MY FEET BETRAYING ME?!"

"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO GLIDE!" Twixxel shouted helpfully.

"I AM GLIDING! I'M GLIDING TOWARD MY DEMISE!"

Whispy laughed so hard he had to hold onto ThatMob's arm for support.

And then there was you.

Whether you were a graceful skater or someone who was just as wobbly as Grox, the others had already made room for you on the ice.

Whispy gently offered you his hand. "Would you like some help? We can go slowly."

Twixxel skated over—somehow managing to stay upright this time—and grinned.

"WE SHOULD ALL HOLD HANDS AND SKATE TOGETHER!"

"Absolutely not," ThatMob replied.

A moment later, he found himself holding Grox's hand on one side and yours on the other.

"...I hate all of you."

"No, you don't!" Grox chirped.

"...Unfortunately."

The five of you slowly made your way across the frozen pond, stumbling, laughing, and occasionally grabbing onto each other to avoid falling. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky, settling on your hats and scarves.

Eventually, Whispy suggested taking a break.

Back inside the cabin, a fresh batch of hot chocolate was waiting, complete with marshmallows, whipped cream, and little chocolate cookies.

Grox collapsed dramatically onto the couch.

"I HAVE SURVIVED THE ICE."

"You fell six times," ThatMob reminded him.

"AND I SURVIVED ALL SIX."

Twixxel proudly held up a tiny snowball they'd somehow brought inside. "Can we do this again tomorrow?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Then at the snow outside.

Then at Grox, who was already wrapped in three blankets.

"...Maybe," Whispy said with a smile.

And just like that, another silly winter memory had been made. ♡

❄️ ☕ ୨୧ ୨୧ ☕ ❄️

🎃・。・ ゚🕯️・。・ ゚🎃

୨୧ A Spooky Night In ୨୧

Five friends, one cozy cabin, and a Halloween night full of little surprises. ♡

The last golden leaves of October drifted lazily through the chilly evening air, swirling between the tall spruce trees surrounding a little wooden cabin tucked deep within a Minecraft forest. The sky was painted in shades of dusky purple and burnt orange, and tiny lanterns illuminated the snowy-looking patches of pale moonlight scattered across the forest floor.

It was Halloween night.

And, naturally, Grox, ThatMob, Twixxel, Whispy, and you had decided that the best possible way to celebrate was to have a spooky little sleepover.

The cabin had been decorated for the occasion. Tiny carved pumpkins sat along the windowsills, orange fairy lights were strung across the wooden beams, and little paper bats dangled from the ceiling. A collection of plush ghosts and black cats had been scattered across the couches, while a large, fluffy blanket fort occupied nearly half the living room.

The fireplace crackled warmly, casting dancing shadows across the walls.

On the coffee table sat a plate of freshly baked pumpkin cookies, bowls of candy corn, caramel apples, and a tray of hot chocolate topped with whipped cream, cinnamon, and the tiniest marshmallows imaginable.

It was, without a doubt, the coziest place in the entire world.

And the chaos had already begun.

"EVERYBODY, LISTEN UP!" Grox announced dramatically, standing in the middle of the living room with his hands on his hips.

He was wearing an oversized pumpkin-themed hoodie, complete with a little orange hood that had a green stem sticking out of the top. Somehow, he'd also managed to acquire a pair of fluffy pumpkin slippers.

"Tonight, we are going to have the BEST HALLOWEEN EVER. We will watch scary movies, eat approximately seven thousand pieces of candy, tell spooky stories, and—"

"You're going to scream during the opening credits," ThatMob interrupted.

Grox slowly turned toward him.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You screamed at a skeleton horse yesterday because you thought it was following you."

"IT WAS LOOKING AT ME FUNNY."

"It doesn't have eyebrows."

"THAT MAKES IT WORSE."

Twixxel immediately burst into giggles from their spot on the rug. They were wearing a cute little bat onesie, complete with tiny wings on the sleeves and a hood with pointed ears. They had also somehow acquired a bucket of candy despite the fact that the sleepover hadn't officially started yet.

"Can we PLEASE build the blanket fort first?" Twixxel asked, practically vibrating with excitement. "I brought pillows! And stuffed animals! And I found these little glow-in-the-dark ghost decorations!"

They proudly held up a tiny ghost plush.

It was adorable.

It also had one slightly crooked eye.

Whispy, sitting beside a basket full of freshly folded blankets, smiled warmly. He wore a soft, oversized sweater decorated with little smiling ghosts, along with a scarf that had tiny pumpkins embroidered along the edges.

"That sounds lovely," he said. "I thought we could make the fort big enough for everyone. We could put the pillows around the fireplace, too, so nobody gets cold."

He glanced toward you, his expression brightening.

"Oh! And I made extra hot chocolate. I wasn't sure which toppings everyone liked, so there's whipped cream, cinnamon, chocolate shavings, marshmallows, and caramel drizzle."

He gestured toward the table.

"You're welcome to have as much as you'd like."

Grox gasped.

"WHISPY. YOU BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL GENIUS."

He immediately hurried toward the hot chocolate, only to trip over one of the pillows Twixxel had left on the floor.

There was a soft fwump.

Silence.

Then Twixxel started laughing so hard they nearly dropped their candy bucket.

"I'm okay," Grox announced from the floor, one hand still stretched toward the cocoa. "I have sacrificed myself for the greater good."

ThatMob sighed, stepped over him, and picked up a mug.

"Somehow, I knew this would happen."

For the next hour, the cabin was filled with laughter, the rustling of blankets, and the occasional sound of Grox dramatically complaining that someone had stolen his favorite pillow.

Twixxel took charge of the blanket fort construction, which mostly involved stacking cushions, draping blankets over chairs, and insisting that every available stuffed animal needed a designated sleeping spot.

ThatMob tried to create a structurally sound entrance.

Grox kept crawling inside before it was finished.

Whispy quietly arranged the pillows into a soft little nest, adding extra blankets and making sure there was enough room for you to sit comfortably beside everyone.

Eventually, the fort was complete.

It was a magnificent creation of blankets, fairy lights, pillows, and an unreasonable number of plushies.

A tiny sign hung above the entrance.

WELCOME TO THE SPOOKY FRIENDSHIP FORT!

Beneath it, Twixxel had drawn five little stick figures wearing Halloween costumes.

One of them was holding a mug.

Another appeared to be on fire.

"That's supposed to be me," Grox explained proudly, pointing at the flaming stick figure.

"WHY ARE YOU ON FIRE?" ThatMob asked.

"HALLOWEEN SPIRIT."

Nobody questioned it further.

Eventually, everyone settled into the blanket fort with their snacks and drinks. The fireplace glowed warmly nearby, and rain began tapping gently against the cabin windows.

Whispy handed you a mug of hot chocolate, carefully checking that it wasn't too hot before passing it over.

"Careful," he murmured. "It's fresh."

He smiled when he noticed the marshmallows floating on top.

"I saved you the little ghost-shaped ones."

Across from you, Twixxel had already stuffed three pumpkin cookies into their mouth.

Grox was arranging the plushies into what he called a "highly trained defensive perimeter."

ThatMob stared at him.

"You're building a stuffed animal wall."

"A DEFENSIVE PERIMETER."

"It's a teddy bear."

"A VERY BRAVE TEDDY BEAR."

Whispy giggled softly and leaned back against a pile of pillows.

For a little while, everything was peaceful.

The five of you chatted about your favorite Halloween costumes, traded candy, and argued over which movie to watch first. Twixxel wanted something with ghosts. Grox insisted on a movie about zombies because he claimed zombies were "way less scary than ghosts."

ThatMob pointed out that zombies were literally dead people who wanted to eat your brains.

Grox reconsidered his position.

Whispy suggested a gentle spooky movie instead, something with friendly ghosts and a happy ending.

Everyone agreed.

Well, almost everyone.

Twixxel had already started telling a ghost story.

"So, apparently," they whispered, leaning closer to the group, "there's this abandoned cabin deep in the forest. Nobody knows who built it, but every Halloween, a little lantern appears in the window."

The room grew quieter.

"People say that if you knock on the door, something inside knocks back."

Grox slowly lowered his cookie.

"...That's a lovely story. Wonderful. Very festive. Let's never go near any abandoned cabins ever again."

Twixxel grinned.

"And sometimes, if you're really unlucky, you hear someone calling your name from inside."

A gust of wind rattled the windows.

Grox immediately grabbed the nearest pillow and held it against his chest.

"THAT WAS THE WIND."

"Nobody said anything," ThatMob replied.

"I'M JUST CLARIFYING."

Whispy laughed softly, reaching over to pat Grox's shoulder.

"It's okay. We're all here together."

Then—

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Everyone froze.

The sound had come from the front door.

Three slow, deliberate knocks.

The rain continued tapping against the windows.

For several seconds, nobody moved.

Twixxel slowly lowered their cookie.

ThatMob turned toward the door, his expression suddenly thoughtful.

Grox pulled the pillow up to cover half his face.

"...If that's a trick-or-treater, we're giving them all the candy and moving to another country."

Whispy glanced toward you, then back at the door.

"Maybe someone needs help?" he suggested gently. "It's awfully cold outside."

Another knock sounded.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Twixxel scrambled closer to the others, suddenly much less enthusiastic about their own ghost story.

"Okay, okay, that wasn't me. I swear."

ThatMob stood, carefully stepping out of the blanket fort.

"Stay here. I'll check the window first."

He approached the nearest curtain and pulled it aside just enough to peek outside.

The porch was empty.

No trick-or-treaters.

No neighbors.

Not even a stray Minecraft cat.

Just the rain, the dark forest, and a small wicker basket sitting neatly on the doorstep.

A little orange ribbon was tied around its handle.

ThatMob frowned.

"...There's a basket outside."

Grox made a tiny, distressed noise.

"WHY IS THERE A BASKET?"

"Perhaps it's a Halloween gift," Whispy suggested, though his voice was a little quieter now.

Twixxel's curiosity returned almost instantly.

"DO YOU THINK IT'S CANDY?"

"Do not touch the mysterious basket," ThatMob said.

Twixxel was already halfway off the couch.

"TW I X X E L."

"What?! I'm just looking!"

Eventually, after a great deal of debate, ThatMob opened the door just enough to retrieve the basket. Nobody was standing outside, and the porch was completely empty.

The basket was filled with little wrapped chocolates, candy apples, and five tiny ghost-shaped cookies.

There was also a folded note tucked beneath the orange ribbon.

ThatMob carefully unfolded it.

The handwriting was neat and delicate.

"For the five friends inside. I hope you're having a lovely Halloween.

Don't forget to save some candy for me.

I'll see you when the candles go out. ♡"

Silence filled the cabin.

Grox stared at the note.

Twixxel stared at the candy.

ThatMob stared at the handwriting.

Whispy slowly looked toward the five little candles sitting on the mantelpiece.

Then he looked at you.

"...We did leave the porch light on, didn't we?"

Nobody answered.

One by one, the candles flickered.

The fireplace crackled.

And somewhere outside, beyond the rain-covered windows, a tiny bell chimed.

Ding.

Twixxel scooted back into the blanket fort.

"Okay," they whispered. "New plan. We're never leaving this fort."

"AGREED," Grox said, immediately crawling under the blankets.

ThatMob folded the note and placed it on the table, trying very hard to look unimpressed.

"It's probably just a prank."

"Then why does the note say there are five friends inside?" Grox asked.

ThatMob paused.

"...Coincidence."

Whispy gently pulled an extra blanket over your shoulders and offered you another cookie.

"Well," he said softly, trying to restore the cozy atmosphere, "we can stay together for the rest of the night. We don't have to figure it out right now."

He smiled at you.

"Besides, we still have hot chocolate, a movie, and a very nice blanket fort."

Twixxel raised their mug.

"And approximately seven thousand pieces of candy!"

Grox lifted his pumpkin pillow.

"And a highly trained teddy bear defense force!"

ThatMob sighed, but even he eventually returned to his place among the pillows.

Outside, the rain continued to fall.

The mysterious basket sat on the table.

And the five of you huddled together in the warm glow of the fireplace, determined to enjoy the rest of Halloween night—even if something strange had decided to join the festivities.

After all, there was plenty of hot chocolate to go around.

And nobody was going to let a little spooky mystery ruin the sleepover.

...Probably.

🎃・。・ ゚🕯️・。・ ゚🎃

♡

💛・。・ ゚🔦・。・ ゚💛

୨୧ Lost With The Goobers ୨୧

The Backrooms were never supposed to have five players.

It was supposed to be an ordinary Minecraft recording.

Grox, ThatMob, Twixxel, Whispy, and you had been exploring an abandoned building when Twixxel discovered a suspicious patch of yellow carpet.

"Hey, guys! Look at this!"

"Twixxel, don't touch that," ThatMob warned immediately.

"I'm not touching it!"

Twixxel poked it with a stick.

"THAT STILL COUNTS AS TOUCHING IT."

Before anyone could argue further, the floor beneath all five of you suddenly glitched.

The walls stretched like corrupted Minecraft chunks. The lights flickered. The familiar sounds of the game distorted into an awful, low buzzing noise.

And then—

FWOOP.

Everyone fell straight through the floor.

For a few seconds, there was nothing but darkness.

Then came a soft thump.

"...Ow."

Grox's voice echoed through the empty space.

"...Guys?"

One by one, the others began getting up from the damp, yellow carpet.

You were surrounded by endless yellow walls covered in faded wallpaper. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sickly glow across the identical hallways. The air smelled stale and musty, and somewhere in the distance, water dripped steadily.

There were no windows.

No doors leading outside.

No trees, no sky, and absolutely no sign of the Minecraft world you had come from.

Twixxel slowly looked around.

"...Okay. This is actually kind of cool."

ThatMob turned toward them.

"WE JUST FELL THROUGH THE FLOOR INTO A PLACE THAT SHOULDN'T EXIST."

"Yeah, but look at the WALLPAPER."

Grox stood up, brushing imaginary dust from his clothes.

"Everybody stay calm. I have a plan."

ThatMob crossed his arms.

"What's the plan?"

Grox paused.

"...We walk."

"GENIUS."

Whispy had moved closer to you, looking around with quiet concern.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asked gently. "Did you get hurt when we fell?"

He waited for your answer before offering you a hand.

"We'll figure this out together, okay? Nobody's getting left behind."

For a moment, the five of you stood in silence, listening to the endless buzzing of the lights.

Then Grox clapped his hands.

"RIGHT! We need supplies, a map, and possibly a therapist."

"Can we find a snack machine first?" Twixxel asked.

"WHY WOULD THERE BE A SNACK MACHINE HERE?"

"I'M HUNGRY."

ThatMob sighed, pulling out a notebook.

"Fine. We'll explore this hallway, mark our route, and come back here if we find anything useful. Nobody wanders off. Nobody touches anything weird. And nobody—"

Twixxel had already walked around the corner.

"TWIXXEL!"

"I'm RIGHT HERE!"

Their voice echoed down the hallway.

Then came a pause.

"...Guys?"

Something about their voice had changed.

The four of you hurried around the corner.

Twixxel was standing perfectly still, staring down a long corridor.

At the far end stood another version of the five of you.

Five familiar silhouettes.

Five familiar faces.

They stood motionless beneath the flickering lights.

And then, all at once, the figures slowly raised their hands and waved.

Grox grabbed ThatMob's arm.

"...Those aren't us, right?"

"No," ThatMob whispered.

The lights overhead flickered once.

Twice.

When they came back on, the hallway was empty.

Except for a small piece of paper lying on the carpet.

Whispy carefully picked it up.

Written across it in uneven handwriting were the words:

WELCOME TO YOUR NEW HOME.

FIVE ENTERED. FIVE MUST REMAIN.

Nobody spoke.

Then Grox slowly turned toward the group.

"...Okay. New plan."

He grabbed the nearest pillow-sized clump of carpet padding from a pile of discarded materials.

"We are finding a way out, and if we have to sleep in this horrible yellow place, we're at least building the world's greatest blanket fort."

Twixxel nodded solemnly.

"Agreed."

ThatMob rubbed his face.

"We've been here for four minutes."

Whispy glanced at you and offered a small, reassuring smile.

"At least we're together."

Far down the hallway, a fluorescent light clicked off.

Then another.

Then another.

Something was moving toward you.

And for the first time since arriving, even Grox stopped talking.

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myos♡