Yeah that's right, I'm starting a new writing challenge. Because that went so well last time lol. But this time, there won't be a story, I'll finally put some oneshots in my oneshot book. Enjoy!

Prompt: Snow Day

The snow was falling thickly over the Christmas district. Well, it always did, part of the 'Christmas magic' that sustained the district. The problem was, the snow had somehow moved to cover the entirety of the main continent, large grey clouds obscuring the sun. Of course, the hermits took that opportunity to hang out.

"You sure you won't kill us?" Iskall asked suspiciously as he shook Grimdog's hand.

"You did give me a soul" Ren shrugged, his monochrome tail lightly wagging behind him.

As the Grimdiggitydog liked his contracts so much, it was easy enough to strike up a deal with him for a truce until after Christmas, in return for a soul. Fortunately, Zedaph and Python were quite happy to yeet themselves off a cliff so they could all be together.

The two groups were watching each other warrily, not sure what to do. The snow landed upon the ground equally, coating everyone's hair in a slight shade of white. It was very cold, with the alive team bundled up, and the dead team's skin open to the elements.

The first to move was X, walking from the invisible line between the groups to greet his fellow IDEA members.

Doc walked next, going to Cub with a blank look on his face.

"Do you think we can trust them?" Grian whispered from beside Iskall.

"I don't know, but we have to hope there's no traps around" Iskall sighed, his breath causing a white mist to swirl around his dragon snout. "We're the dragon bros, right?"

Grian nodded, dislodging snow that had settle on the surface of his red scaled head.

"Why'd we have to become cold blooded right before winter" Mumbo mumbled as he walked to his fellow dragon bros.

However Iskall wasn't looking. Right in front of him, the Concorpse Ceos were staring daggers at them. Iskall returned by flashing his now sharpened teeth, his tail swinging back and forth rapidly.

"Warmbloods" he heard Cub snort, and return to talking to Doc.

"Grey Skins" Iskall growled back.

Scar turned towards them, his red glowing eyes meeting the blue of Iskall's cybernetic one on the white snow.

"Do you want to die?" he asked, bringing out a crossbow.

"Do you?" Iskall returned, equipping his bow. His fellow Architechs quickly followed.

"Hey, hey, there's no need to fight!" an icy voice came from behind them,making them all jump.

X's dark green visor flashed as the three moved.

"Why do we all have to fight? There's a truce you know."

Bdubs came up beside him, nodding.

"From a fellow dragon bro, I think we should all be friends."

"That's not very bro" grumbled Grian, scratching at his scarf with his clawed fingers.

"Well I think it's very bro!" declared Mumbo, glad the tension was over.

"Fine..." huffed Iskall, pouring smoke out of his nostrils.

He trudged towards the Convex, his boots leaving deep trenches in the fresh snow.

"Maybe you grey skins aren't that bad." he decided, looking back to X chatting with False and Keralis.

"Maybe you Warmbloods aren't to bad either" admitted Scar, under Doc's sharp gaze.

"Great! Now can you restock RUN? " butted in Keralis.

Iskall facetaloned and hit Keralis with one of his wings.

"Everyone inside! It's too chilly out here for us filthy warmbloods!" Joe's voice rang out around the courtyard.

As the hermits walked inside, the snow fell thicker and thicker, leaving heavy snowfall on top of bases, icicles hanging from rooves, frost on trees. The wind swirled around the districts, collecting snow from the Christmas district and dropping it off on top of Sahara, or the Halloween district, or wherever it pleased. No matter dead or alive status, the snow didn't care. It snowed upon them all the same.

Maybe the hermits could learn to not fear death, as a snowflake does not care it will enevitably melt. Maybe the hermits could learn diamonds aren't as important as friendship, as raindrops coalesce in a cloud without thinking about where they would land.

But then again, snow isn't human, and humans are far less predictable than even the weather. And in the end, it's all a game... Right?