//ooo a sickfic? I think I haven't written one in a while- maybe even since the beginning of 2021, during my old oneshot book- my goodness.

I did change the storm into Heavy Snowfall because I wanted to write them being snowed into the cave. :D

and I hate writing rain. I like the rain but since I have a fear of storms I want to be able to read my writing-

Oh, and the art will be posted in a separate chapter.\\

Mumbo and Iskall were currently flying towards one of the few deserts found during the season. Luckily, a hermit found the portal, so the two had gotten elytra as soon as they could. Now, they were heading to said desert because Iskall was planning on using sandstone in a build and because Mumbo needed sand for glass.

But, as the two flew, snow slowly started to fall, before it sped up, and up, and it became virtually impossible for the two to see. 

"Mumbo, we gotta land!" Iskall shouted though it was probably a bad idea to yell. [They got a mouthful of snow.]

"Mhm!" Mumbo nodded, although he was behind the enby, and the two landed. [More so Iskall landed and Mumbo crashed into a tree, but they landed nonetheless] 

The two wandered a bit aimlessly, they didn't know the map very well, and even if they did, all the landmarks would be obscured by snow. And then there's the fact that they are both unable to see more than two blocks in front of them. [It was as if they were hit with a blindness potion.]

Eventually, the two found a cave. It wasn't much, but there were some of the new lush cave blocks, and a small enough entrance to shelter them from the snow.

Iskall slowly walked inside the cavern, and they cautiously placed a few torches, before beckoning Mumbo inside. As Mumbo entered, he sneezed, and his face had gone a tad red. 

"Isgall? I tink 'm sick"(i forgogt ho to write sick voics  :/ )

The enby sighed softly. "Alright, why don't you take a seat? I can get a fire set up." They murmured, taking a few logs out of their inventory.  They set them on the ground, took out two of their tools and struck them together. [They didn't have anything to light it with, besides their tools]

Mumbo nodded and sat on some of the moss, curling up and into himself. 

Once the enby got a few sparks at started the fire, they added sticks, small twigs and a ton of dried and dead leaves. [From the dead plants inside the cave]

After they finished setting up the fire,  Iskall slowly walked over to Mumbo's side and sat down. They sighed, as Mumbo practically clung to his arm. [The taller male was clingy when sick; Iskall learnt it the hard way years ago]

Suddenly the cave went dark, despite the fire, and as the two glanced at the cave entrance, they realized how the snowfall had gotten much worse, and powdered snow lay at the front of the snow. 

They were quite snowed in, and the cave was getting colder, and colder.

As the fire flickered, sparks flew slowly and the smoke filtered out through the small holes through the holes in the snow, Mumbo yawned, laying his head on Iskall's chest. He cuddled close to the enby before he slowly fell into a deep slumber.

Eventually, while sitting in the cave, slumber overcame Iskall as well, and they fell asleep.