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firewhiskeyficTitle: I’m Real Scared (or: What Can Happen If a Psychopath Rescues You During a Manitoba Blizzard)
Author:
I am of legal drinking age in my region: Yes for about half-a-century now.
Fandom: Cold Comfort
Characters: Stephen Miller, Floyd Lucas, Dolores Lucas
Prompts used (I used ALL of the prompts!): Friday the 13th, Chocolate, Only One Bed, Under Your Spell, My Bloody Valentine, “Love isn’t something you find. Love is something that finds you.”
Summary: What can happen if a psychopath rescues you during a Manitoba blizzard.
Rating: Mature.
Warnings: Mental illness. Bear-trap injury. Bad parenting.
Word count: 603
Author's Notes: Title “I’m Real Scared” is the title of a song by the Canadian punk rock band SNFU. This fic is not a song!fic but the lyrics do fit the vibe of the fic. Lyrics as follows, copyright SNFU and no copyright infringement intended.
The pressure builds up deep inside
But there's no hope to run and hide
It's gonna make you sweat
You're gonna wind up wet
And it's no wonder why I'm so scared
I'm real scared- no turning back
No need for you and that's a fact
I'm real scared- no turning back
And I don't wanna die
We've got the heavies sitting on our chests
Weary tired but cannot rest
The razor's sharp
You're bleeding in the dark
And it's no wonder why I'm so scared
More Author's Notes: The story in this fic takes place on February 13th and 14th, and it was written on February 13th-15th.
Friday the thirteenth was, for a winter day in Manitoba, a sunny, temperate afternoon, with not a hint for travelling salesman Stephen Miller that the day would live up to the notorious superstition about Friday the thirteenth’s exceptional unluckiness.
Floyd Lucas was known in the region for being a quirky character who ran an illegal towing business without having the requisite PTSSEA certificate, and who frequently tried to hawk mysteriously acquired bulk goods around town.
When the Manitoba blizzard hit, Stephen had been on his way from Edmonton to Calgary until he ran off the road between town and the Lucas farm, and Floyd was on his way home to celebrate the birthday of his teen-aged daughter, Dolores.
Heading home, Floyd saw Stephen’s car in a ditch and already half-buried in snow. Inside the car, Stephen was unconscious and turning blue.
Floyd hauled the unconscious Stephen into the cab of his tow-truck and towed the car back to the Lucas homestead where he presented the still-unconscious Stephen to Dolores as her birthday present, explaining that Stephen was blue because of carbon monoxide poisoning.
Dolores was thrilled about her birthday present. She had been expecting a chocolate birthday cake and a new puppy to join the several dogs she already had, but here was this extraordinary gift of a beautiful young man in this isolated place with no other focus for her burgeoning teen-age desires.
Floyd told Dolores to strip Stephen naked, put him in their one bed, rouse him to consciousness, and feed him some hot soup. Dolores didn’t think that any of this was strange, including that ever since her mother died Floyd and Dolores slept in the place’s one and only bed together instead of Dolores on the couch where she had slept when her mother was still alive.
In the strange Lucas household, nothing seemed strange to Dolores whose life was lived in isolation under the spell of psychopathic Floyd who sometimes towed truckers to safety and sometimes just towed away the contents of their trucks, who encouraged Dolores to dress up in her dead mother’s clothing and perform strip-tease acts for him, and who played the life-saving host to Stephen on February 13th and then fired a shot-gun at him on February 14th.
After Floyd’s trigger-happy mood-swing, Stephen was real scared and wanted to get away from there in his car, but when he went out to his car in the Lucas barn he discovered that the key had been taken away and so he set off on foot through the Manitoba woods.
Dolores told her father that Stephen had disappeared and so Floyd – shot-gun in hand – went out after him, following the footprints that Stephen had left in the snow. He followed those footprints until they led him to Stephen, lying in the snow and bleeding, his ankle caught in a bear-trap.
Floyd pointed his shot-gun at Stephen and as his finger tightened on the trigger he yelled “I’ve found you! I’ve found my valentine! It’s February 14th and you’re my valentine, my bloody valentine.” Then Dolores, who had also been following footprints in the snow, arrived in time to stop Floyd’s shot by distracting him with a shout of “No, Daddy! I heard that! Love isn’t something you find. Love is something that finds you.”
Coda: What happens now with Floyd, Dolores, and Stephen? Well, I’ve gone far enough to use all the prompts and now this story ends on a cliff-hanger because it’s a few minutes before the midnight Firewhiskey Fic deadline, so I’ve gotta stop ficcing and send this to fwfdrunkmods without any further ado.
FINIS
Author:
I am of legal drinking age in my region: Yes for about half-a-century now.
Fandom: Cold Comfort
Characters: Stephen Miller, Floyd Lucas, Dolores Lucas
Prompts used (I used ALL of the prompts!): Friday the 13th, Chocolate, Only One Bed, Under Your Spell, My Bloody Valentine, “Love isn’t something you find. Love is something that finds you.”
Summary: What can happen if a psychopath rescues you during a Manitoba blizzard.
Rating: Mature.
Warnings: Mental illness. Bear-trap injury. Bad parenting.
Word count: 603
Author's Notes: Title “I’m Real Scared” is the title of a song by the Canadian punk rock band SNFU. This fic is not a song!fic but the lyrics do fit the vibe of the fic. Lyrics as follows, copyright SNFU and no copyright infringement intended.
The pressure builds up deep inside
But there's no hope to run and hide
It's gonna make you sweat
You're gonna wind up wet
And it's no wonder why I'm so scared
I'm real scared- no turning back
No need for you and that's a fact
I'm real scared- no turning back
And I don't wanna die
We've got the heavies sitting on our chests
Weary tired but cannot rest
The razor's sharp
You're bleeding in the dark
And it's no wonder why I'm so scared
More Author's Notes: The story in this fic takes place on February 13th and 14th, and it was written on February 13th-15th.
Friday the thirteenth was, for a winter day in Manitoba, a sunny, temperate afternoon, with not a hint for travelling salesman Stephen Miller that the day would live up to the notorious superstition about Friday the thirteenth’s exceptional unluckiness.
Floyd Lucas was known in the region for being a quirky character who ran an illegal towing business without having the requisite PTSSEA certificate, and who frequently tried to hawk mysteriously acquired bulk goods around town.
When the Manitoba blizzard hit, Stephen had been on his way from Edmonton to Calgary until he ran off the road between town and the Lucas farm, and Floyd was on his way home to celebrate the birthday of his teen-aged daughter, Dolores.
Heading home, Floyd saw Stephen’s car in a ditch and already half-buried in snow. Inside the car, Stephen was unconscious and turning blue.
Floyd hauled the unconscious Stephen into the cab of his tow-truck and towed the car back to the Lucas homestead where he presented the still-unconscious Stephen to Dolores as her birthday present, explaining that Stephen was blue because of carbon monoxide poisoning.
Dolores was thrilled about her birthday present. She had been expecting a chocolate birthday cake and a new puppy to join the several dogs she already had, but here was this extraordinary gift of a beautiful young man in this isolated place with no other focus for her burgeoning teen-age desires.
Floyd told Dolores to strip Stephen naked, put him in their one bed, rouse him to consciousness, and feed him some hot soup. Dolores didn’t think that any of this was strange, including that ever since her mother died Floyd and Dolores slept in the place’s one and only bed together instead of Dolores on the couch where she had slept when her mother was still alive.
In the strange Lucas household, nothing seemed strange to Dolores whose life was lived in isolation under the spell of psychopathic Floyd who sometimes towed truckers to safety and sometimes just towed away the contents of their trucks, who encouraged Dolores to dress up in her dead mother’s clothing and perform strip-tease acts for him, and who played the life-saving host to Stephen on February 13th and then fired a shot-gun at him on February 14th.
After Floyd’s trigger-happy mood-swing, Stephen was real scared and wanted to get away from there in his car, but when he went out to his car in the Lucas barn he discovered that the key had been taken away and so he set off on foot through the Manitoba woods.
Dolores told her father that Stephen had disappeared and so Floyd – shot-gun in hand – went out after him, following the footprints that Stephen had left in the snow. He followed those footprints until they led him to Stephen, lying in the snow and bleeding, his ankle caught in a bear-trap.
Floyd pointed his shot-gun at Stephen and as his finger tightened on the trigger he yelled “I’ve found you! I’ve found my valentine! It’s February 14th and you’re my valentine, my bloody valentine.” Then Dolores, who had also been following footprints in the snow, arrived in time to stop Floyd’s shot by distracting him with a shout of “No, Daddy! I heard that! Love isn’t something you find. Love is something that finds you.”
Coda: What happens now with Floyd, Dolores, and Stephen? Well, I’ve gone far enough to use all the prompts and now this story ends on a cliff-hanger because it’s a few minutes before the midnight Firewhiskey Fic deadline, so I’ve gotta stop ficcing and send this to fwfdrunkmods without any further ado.
FINIS
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Date: 2026-02-16 11:47 pm (UTC)I had to google the song and the movie. You've introduced me to brand new things. I have on idea how much is from the movie and how much is original fanfic, but after googling, I think we should just admit that Paul Gross has taken over and this is a Paul Gross fanfic event now. ❤️🍁❤️
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Date: 2026-02-18 12:43 am (UTC)I did not look up the movie summary because I wanted to experience the chaos and WOW did I ever!
I do believe, btw, that I guessed which character in the fic might be played by Paul Gross: extraordinary gift of a beautiful young man in this isolated place with no other focus for her burgeoning teen-age desires.
Wowzas, that was a heckuva cliffhanger! I have no idea who any of these people are and yet I find myself invested in what happens to them - kudos to the author!!!