Killer Frost • Stiles Stilinski / Boyxboy

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❄️ KILLER FROST ❄️
ABANDONED ICE CREAM FACTORY

I walk into the hideout as it is the perfect place for me. No one will know I'm here, especially if they'll track me with the heat signatures, it will take them awhile to find me. Neither for them to figure out how BHPD can defrost their servers without damaging their circuits.

I continue walking around the old factory that Chris loved so much. This was his old favorite childhood ice cream until it closed down due to lack of money. I continue walking as Ethan is out and about running his own business in Beacon Hills with the wolves. I have better things to do.

I sigh and I accidentally trip on a box of old ice cream. I chuckle lightly like a kid and squat down opening the box. I find all the ice cream Chris used to love and feel his warm heart heating up inside of me. He's gone. I grab one of the ice cream cones and hold it in my hands smiling at it lightly.

I hold it and I feel the memories of Chris come alive. That's not me anymore.

It was a sunny day in Beacon Hills, maybe even hot.

Good thing I wasn't there.

Chris was in 4th grade and it was a day after school before summer. The ice cream truck came everyday after school and all the kids would wait. Chris' father would wait in his car arguing on the phone with Chris' mom.

Chris was waiting in line for what seemed hours to him. Time found him getting his lovely ice cream he loved. He smiled, opened the wrapping, until the ice cream fell immediately to the floor from his clumsy hands.

Chris felt sad. He sighed and breathed deeply as it was his last bit of money he stole from his father to get it. He stared at the ice cream melting to the concrete floor.

Suddenly he felt a touch on his shoulder. He turned around softly not being aware and saw, Stiles. "You can have mine." Stiles spoke nervously and handed Chris the same ice cream brand. Stiles always loved Chris, ever since they were little.

"You sure?" Chris hesitated being nicely but wanting the ice cream. He wanted Stiles to enjoy it. He wanted to know if Stiles wasn't going to regret his decision.

He must regret it everyday now.

"It's fine Chris, take it, you can have it." Stiles said being the nice kid he's always been. He always cared for me... Chris.

It's the little things that said I loved you from Stiles.

The memory stops playing in my head and I open my eyes as a tear slips through. The tear freezes on my skin as the memory makes me more angry.

I quickly freeze the ice cream and crush it in my hands and the entire factory transforms into a giant ice palace with icicles hanging from the ceilings, with the walls and floors covered in thick ice.

Chris' memories are a motivation of why I do, what I do. They FORGOT about him. They treated him like he was SICK with a cold and thought he would get better over time. They LIED to him. When Theo took him, he was all on his own. He rescued himself. While Stiles, Scott, Lydia, all his friends forgot about him and focused on what was more important than him.