(Reane's POV)
Yuck. YUCK. That was what he made...I can never look at ice cream the same way as before...It was disgusting! Extracted from other kids? Should I help them? No. I'm not on their side. I'm on Rod's side! But why does this "victory" feel empty? I feel...I feel like something in me froze! Like a block of ice. And it's not melting at all.
I felt his footsteps catching up.
"Listen, little girl. Do not touch anything unless I've told you to. Do not tamper with any of my possessions. Understand?" His smooth, muffled, eerie voice rang inside my ear. As I nodded.
Well, at least he did not hate me... I have the feeling that I will stay here for quite a long time. Years, maybe?
One of the little robots gave me a small scoop of ice cream. I gave it a look of disgust. It's not his fault. It's the ice cream's. I can't handle it. Not anymore. Not after the e-something, the pink room thing.
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Tranquil Chills
FanfictionReane froze at the sight of the masked ice cream maker, her unfeeling face breaking into a sweet smile. There's more ice in her heart, instead of her frostbitten body.
