Hello! My name is (N) and I'm made out of ice and this is my story. ------------------------- I woke up and got out of the ice cube tray. I heard footsteps and climbed back into my square and closed my eyes hoping the person wouldn't notice me. The freezer door opened, "I need some ice" I heard a rough male voice say. I felt the tray get lifted and out of the freezer, I felt myself getting picked up and put in a glass of cola. I floated to the top and I looked at the person. He had log jet black hair, bleached white skin, a white blood stained hoodie, black dress pants and white sneakers, how I know? Well I have read some tiny books that people make and accidentally leave in da freezer. The guy put the tray back and closed the freezer, he turned around and I saw that he had icy blue eyes, no eyelids and a smile carved into his face that went from eat to ear. He grabbed the drink and went upstairs. "PUT ME DOWN!!!" I screamed he paused and looked
around "DOWN HERE MISTER!" I looked at him angrily. He looked at me and grinned "well well well, aren't you a cute lil' thing?" I just glared at him. I felt him walk upstairs once again making me groan in annoyance. I felt myself start to melt, he picked me up and out me in a freezer. I looked at him though the glass. He was drinking his Coca Cola and I sighed annoyed, he finished and left. I didn't want to be a cube so I turned into my actual form.
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(A/N:please don't steal my art, I worked hard on it) I was still small though. The guy came back and looked at me, "weren't you a cube just now?" He asked "yeah but this is how I ACTUALLY look, the cube is just how I look when I'm in the tray" I replied, he nodded and let me out. I turned big and we chatted. I found out his name was Jeff and he was a killer but I didn't care, soon it was time to sleep. I went into my new freezer home and a loser the glass door. Jeff was asleep and I fell asleep as well.
