User:Princewave/Icebox



I will learn how to use a charger, even if it takes several months to do so. People will fear my inevitable BlueK...









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Text is supposed to go here, but I'm not entirely sure what to say. One thing I know for sure is that it's now safe to turn off your computer, stick it in the freezer, and wait patiently until something happens. If it explodes, then that's fantastic. Now your parents will be too busy finding replacement freezers to assign you homework. If they ask you to pay for a new one, give 'em the L and bolt out of that prison. Who needs a replacement freezer when their glare is cold enough to paralyze? Make a run for it, steal their car if you know how to drive, and find a solitary gas station in the Appalachian Mountains somewhere. Hopefully you snagged some cash as well, 'cuz you'll need to pick up a snack or two, and a vape if you're lucky. Now that that's all over with, it's time to play the waiting game. Set up camp somewhere where no creepy middle-aged dudes can find you and slink around 'till dusk when the kayaking facility closes for the day. Yes, you heard me right, you're about to face the rapids, as you previously saw a poster on the gas station window hinting at a secret gold-filled shoreline at the end of the river, perfect for panning. It also spoke of amethysts being found there, but you knew better, as that book you received last Christmas (I believe it was called "Guide to Minerals and Gems of the USA" or something) stated that only low-grade gemstones were ever found here.

As you make your way to the facility (the employees would've thought it quite weird to see a teenage cephalopod like you pacing around in the parking lot there for hours on end), you pick up a large rock to throw at one of the windows since the doors are locked at night. This stone is particularly heavy, and you doubt that your dinky little Inkling girl hands could do much of anything, especially since you're understandably tired after all this traveling. Eventually you decide to conk out for the night outside the kayaking facility and try again tomorrow. Before you take a step however, you notice just how perfectly silent everything is at the moment. The soft blanket of snow and winter chills really make all the animals shut up, huh? Still pondering this, you're startled by rustling sounds coming from the left side of the building. The warm, bright streetlights cast cold reflections on your ice-blue hair as you cautiously make your way to the source of the noise. Make no mistake, that rustling is certainly originating from the dumpster in front of you. I mean... It's probably a vulture or a bottom-feeder that probably got stuck, right? you thought as you peered around, taking a few steps closer in the process. Ultimately, you decided to open the heavy, cast iron lid and let the hypothetical animal free. As you grasped the handle of it, jolted by how cold it was, you pondered why you even got into this situation in the first place. Was running away to the mountains and committing crime after crime over a broken freezer really the right way to go? ''What am I even trying to accomplish here? Panning for gold? I...I just want to see my parents again. I just w-want to say I'm sorry, even if they don't forgive me...I'd do anything just to take a warm shower and escape this sub-zero nightmare I placed myself in...'' Still grasping that handle, you realize that there's no going back. Just let this stupid animal free and head for home tomorrow. It's really that simple.

You muster up all your strength and toss open the lid, and what you saw sent shivers down your spine. This wasn't any kind of bird or bottom-feeder, but an Octoling boy who looked to be about your age, curled up and fast asleep next to an open bag of trash. (I would elaborate more, but it would take forever, and as this Inkling girl's consciousness, that would simply be easier to talk about in the third person, so why don't I do that?)

With the cold finally getting to her, the girl stood petrified, gazing at the unexpected stranger in front of her. Feeling the rush of chilled air, the Octoling shivered before narrowly opening his eyes, only to see a wide-eyed Inkling looking at him from above. Both of them were understandably startled, and the boy jolted upright and pressed his back to the inside wall of the dumpster, with eyes just as glazed as the girl now. They both stared at each other for about a minute or so until the boy broke the silence by saying, "Uh...p-pardon? ".

To be continued probably...  Do not, under any circumstance save an edit to this page in any way. 