Light of my life: save me

He sat alone by the edge of the water, drawing lines in the wet sand. It was cold, the winter air biting at his skin and turning his lips blue, but it wouldn't stop him from coming here. His comfort place, especially when times were hard. And now he needed it more than ever.

A gentle breeze rippled the surface of the water and cut right through his thin coat. He pulled his legs tightly to his chest. "Well, you're here," he said to no one. "Now what?" His breath plumed in the air above him, the question floating away, unanswered.

“Now we make s’mores!” She said playfully, unpacking a cold fusion camp stove and extending 2 titanium skewers. “Grab the marshmallows from the pack?”

Unfortunately, the marshmallows were magic marshmallows and were alive. They beat both her and the other person up and ran off. Now they had no more food to eat. Just when all hope was lost, the cold fusion camp stove spat out a miniature sun. "I'm here to help!" it said to them.

The miniature sun glowed with a protective warmth, and the grass nearby grew taller. The sun sprinted off after the magic mushrooms, “Creatures of the moist darkness, do you dare confront the sun?” An epic suplex took them both out, and the sun returned the food to the campers.