“Cold!” The freezing cold bit into inky, making him go pale as all the warmth rushed to his internal organs.

Inky shivered at the thought of climbing down. He was on top of the peak of a snowy mountain taller than he had ever seen, and that meant a lot considering that in his last year on earth he went to mars to see Olympus Mons.

And further in the distance he could see mountains that made this mountain look like a hill on the beach made by a child.

all inky could see for miles was snowy mountains no matter how low or high he looked at the mountains they remained white behemoths that glowed a frosty aura of death.

Inky knew from his travels that mountains were the coldest on their peaks and the warmest on their base so he made his current goal to get to the bottom of the mountain he was on or find a warm spot, after all his mother told him that if he was ever in danger after my powers awakened that I should make a goal.

As inky stepped from the bare peak of the mountain onto the clothed part of the mountain (snowy).

His entire body shuddered from the pain it felt as if the mountain arranged the shockingly durable shards of snow in a way that was impossibly debilitating.

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as Inky’s bare foot was encased in blood the pain almost made his small immature mind faint.

The snow felt more like sharp metal than snow. Right after he put his foot on the snow it stopped feeling pain. Inky took the fact as confirmation of the fact he was told by his dad a couple hours before leaving for this wretched place, that “ the pain won’t last long”.

But really it was because his blood was frozen and shielded his foot from the sharp snow.

As he pressed his other foot into the mountains deadly blanket the process repeated itself.

And so while shivering from the cold inky sailed his way through a sea of white while painting his path a dark velvet red color.

After hundreds of miles inky noticed that he seemed to have unlimited stamina and whenever he stumbled or fell and was consequently pierced by the snow he was fully recovered after a few hundred feet.

the thought of these curiosities is what filled inky’s empty mind and lead him away from insanity and kept the thick abundant dread from settling too deep into his heart.

the realization that he probably would never see his family again struck him nearly as hard the freezing winter but also slightly warmed him as he wouldn’t have to deal with his sister.

after 37 days of his travels he saw something. He saw a cave with an old man that had a robotic arm and a faded purple face covering and surprisingly bright red clothes everywhere else huddled around a fire.

As inky walked into the cave he tried speaking with the man but they seemed to have different languages but he seemed nice as he allowed the child to huddle to the fire.

But the old man was in fact not nice.