I wrote 250 words for each 

1-frost

my idea- ice queen stress powers start playing up in s9

On a crazy scale 3/10

As she was strolling through her (rather beautiful, if she did say herself) mansion, Stress noticed something strange. Whenever she bent down or reached up to correct something, she felt a little flick, like an electric shock. She didn't know what it was, but she didn't think it was anything important, so she didn't bother Iskall. It went on for a few days, then seemed to evolve into something more than just a flick. There was a sort of film that developed over her fingers, thin and flimsy. Then, she started to slip and fall over more often.

By this point, Stress started to get more and more worried. So she went to see Iskall at 20 ways to fail, or as it is better known, 20 ways to be beaten by a piston randomiser. "Luv?" She called up the ladder parkour area, where the swede was trying (and failing) to beat it, as per usual.

"Stress?" They called down. "You okay?"

"Not exactly."

"Why? What's wrong?"

She beckoned them down, and they watched intently as she leaned down to touch a block. "Ow!" It had become much worse. The film had become much larger and a sort of crystalline sheen had developed.

However, Iskall's reaction was worse. "I- I thought you left that back in season six!"

"Season six? You okay, luvvie?"

But then it struck her.

Season six.

Magic.

The self- proclaimed ice queen was back.

Prompt 2- Time

My idea- after the end of ll

On a crazy scale 5/10

Oh, time.

It felt so good.

And he proclaimed it loudly.

"Ohhhh, that felt good. Time is delicious..."

He'd won. Finally, he'd won it. They'd be happy with him! And he had time! All this time! They would accept him- he wasn't a disappointment, like him. But anyway, he'd done it! Now all he had to do was wait for the lightning.

He looked down at the clock, dripping seaweed. Urgh. Disgusting. He had never wanted to be teamed with Scott, but he had been asked to figure out how on earth the man could survive so well when he wasn't even that good of a swordsman. A soft clink met his ears as he stumbled over something metal, and his eyes widened as he saw the label.

Pufferish.

Pufferish of peace.

Martyn opened his eyes.

Where was he?

He was in a clearing, next to a tower. A metal bucket by his feet, a clock hanging from his neck. A white ruffled shirt, and a drape of- oh gods, was that the Red king's flag? The most concerning thing was the red splatters all over the floor, on him, and-

Two unmoving bodies at the other end of the clearing, blood drenched. Trails of the stuff leading to him. Oh....

He covered his mouth as he stifled a scream, or at least a gasp. Had he... had he done that? Gods... what had come over him? Red madness? Bogeyman? Or else... no. It had to be one of those, right?

Right?

Day 3- Fortune

My idea- grum. that was all my idea was tbh

On a crazy scale 8/10

After (most) of the hermits had gone through the rift, Grum was left behind with nothing to do, stuck in place except for his arms and brain. So, he did what any self- respecting bored robot would do.

Become a millionaire.

Using his (utterly brilliant and advanced) mind, (if he did say so himself), he could see that the largest stack of wealth was in an unrecognised place known simply as 'the crastle' (autocorrect does not like that word)

Now how to get to it?

Maybe if he could just ask someone... well, getting someone over here was simple enough. He just had to make an absolute racket.

Three minutes of clanking pistons and doors slamming, he got a reaction. "Dude! Is the noise from here?" A tall-ish man came in. The only reason he said tall-ish was because the person that came in afterwards was most decidedly short. They seemed to be more interested in shutting off the noise, so the robot clicked a button, pushing a piston, which in turn....

In the end, it made three dispensers output three slips of paper.

"Grum...."

"Explode...."

"Unless...."

"Unless? Unless what, my dude?"

"Gold."

Arggf... that last one was really bad, even for my standards. 

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