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Stolas sighed and watched his breath become a thin cloud before disappearing. Fascinating as always.
It was winter now. As always, it came with ice and snow. Frozen lakes and rivers. Snowed-over villages and forests. Snowflakes failing from the heavens to add to the piles of snow.
He raised his hand and watched the snowflakes break against his skin, blending in with the whiteness of his metallic skin. He tilted his head as he watched the phenomena happen over and over again.
It was cold upon his skin. Not like the coldness of his prison. A more…calming, soothing cold.
Winter. Summer. Autumn. Spring.
The four seasons. Each one changed the world in their own way.
Just like he had tried to do.
He looked at his hand once more. In the blink of an eye, his hands were claws. He was bigger. And he felt wrong.
Everything about his size and appearance was wrong. And it felt uncomfortable.
So did his crystals that popped up all across the land and corrupted countless animals and Smurfs alike.
He looked up at the sound of laughter to see the Smurf Girl archer, Smurfstorm, playing with her boyfriend and their child, a little Baby Smurf with brown hair who giggled over and over again.
If he could, he would smile at the heart-warming scene. Unfortunately, he lacked a mouth. Still, he tried.
He…he shouldn’t be here.
Why was he?
Why did the Smurfs he tried to kill save him? Why did they free him? Why did they let him live as one of them?
Even after he explained what he did and what he tried to do, most of the Smurfs still welcomed him as one of their own.
Not all of them. There were still some who distrusted him. Who hated. Him. Who wanted him gone.
“You know…Stolas is also the name of a demon. One of the ruling princes of Hell. Your name fits…because you are a monster too…”
If he ever met this other Stolas, he was going to sue him for stealing his name. Or fight him.
Anyway, the Smurf known as Conspiracy had told him that and it was fair
He had lashed out. Instead of trying to mend and help, he instead decided to try to break and hurt.
He would’ve left a grieving husband and daughter. He would’ve left a grieving mother and father. He would’ve left grieving families in his wake.
Even with the presence of Smurfette and young Sassette, he still felt like he didn’t deserve this.
He sighed sadly, feeling his mask change and shift in response to his emotions.
“Hiya, Mister Stolas!” He jumped at that before turning to stare into purple eyes.
“Little Sassette,” Stolas said, “What brings you here? You and your friends?”
She wasn’t alone. She had temperamental Snappy, doozy Slouchy and worldly Natural or Nat for short. All four of the Smurflings.
“Well, we wanted to ask if you wanted to come sledding with us!”
“Sledding?” Stolas repeated, looking out of the corner of his eyes. A few Smurfs were looking over in curiosity but shrugged after a few moments and went back to what they were doing. The amount of trust they showed around their young was astounding.
“Yeah, sledding!”
“Um…I’m afraid I’ll have to pass, young ones,” Stolas murmured, wringing his hands.
“Why?” Snappy asked, giving him a questioning glare.
“I’m busy,” Stolas said weakly, already knowing that it was a stupid thing to say.
“With what?”
“With um…” Stolas blinked as he tried to come up with an excuse. Nothing came to mind.
“Come on, Mr Stolas!” Sassette said, giving him a pleading look.
He stared down at her and the other Smurflings.
They stared up at him.
Stolas would’ve gulped if he could.
The Smurflings gave him pleading smiles.
…Shit.
He sighed and nodded, “Alright, young Smurflings.”
“YAY!”
A few minutes later, he was anxiously sitting on the sled with the four Smurflings sitting around him. Oh, why did he agree to this? This was such a bad idea.
He remembered the breathing exercises Smurflily taught him and took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves.
“You ready, Miss Stolas?” Sassette chirped.
“Ready, young Sassette!” Stolas nodded and then they were sledding down the hill. As they did, he felt his nervousness disappear, replaced by joy and elation.
This was actually kind of more fun than he expected.
And by the end of it, he was laughing with the Smurflings, unaware of Smurfstorm giving a proud smile…