One shots :)

This is gonna sound pretty sexual Jesus Christ I hate myself

Smera told me to write this so... blame her. I'm the one who's had only two hours sleep in the past 36 hours.

I'm just kidding ily you're my favourite.

I was cold. So cold. I could see my breathe as it floated away to join its brothers and sisters in the clouds. That is, if it could find its way our of here. I only knew what clouds looked like because some days one of the walls to our frozen cage would open, and some of us would be chosen to go and look up at the blue expanse with its freckles of white. When you are chosen you are set free. You have no reason to return, so why should you? I think that must be the why no one ever comes back- why my mother and father never came back for my five siblings and me. They're free from this barren, ice ridden dungeon, and I'm here, like always. Sometimes we hear voices from outside the walls. There are four different ones, normally they're quiet, but sometimes they're louder, as if they're shouting at us through glass. I dream of my freedom, of finally being rid of this cold barren cage. But I am yet to be chosen. So for now I sit and wait- wait for my freedom instead of doing what they always told me to in the story books and chasing it myself.

The wall cracks open, and a hand roughly grabs me. I see the elders nod a goodbye in my direction, and the children rush forward to wave and look out at the sky visible from the entrance. I turn my head and face the sun, already feeling the ice that's sunk into my bones over the years melt away. I feel lighter already. 

I looked up at the face that was granting my escape. She had a tall build, with hair the colour of late autumn, eyes the colour of firewood. Her rather large nose sat on her face above her pink lips, which contained crooked teeth barred with braces. She wasn't pretty, but she was my saviour. 

She made sure I was completely bare before she dropped me into a metal box, the warm sun glinting off its rounded corners. I heard her pull a lever as I was lowered deeper into the belly of the box. Suddenly, the chamber was filled with red, and I felt myself become warmer. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be warm. Almost. I relished in the humidity, absorbing it into every pore, not wanting to let it go ever again. But i suppose I never would. Because I was free. Free. The word felt foreign on my tongue. Foreign but good. Fresh. Reassuring. 

The warmth was over all too soon as I was lifted back out of the box and placed on an elevated platform. She lathered me in a moisturiser, making sure all the tension in my skin was gone. Slowly, she lifted the pedestal up, and, ensuring I was still on it, carried it over to a wooden structure I couldn't quite remember the name of. She placed me down gently, looking deeply into my eyes with overwhelming hunger. I stared back with just as much intent. She glanced down before grabbing me and bringing me closer and closer to her mouth. 

I watched in horror as she took a bite out of me. Then another. I tried to scream (but my head was underwater- sorry, I had to) only to find that I couldn't. I'd lost my voice. It had gone. Left me. My eyes were wide, the fear evident. But it was like she couldn't see me. Like, I only existed for her consumption. And then, through the pain, a thought hit me. Is this what happened to my parents? My Grandparents? My aunts and uncles? My friends? My-

And just like that, the crumpet was no more. Consumed by me, gone forever.

 Why (<- that's the 666th word)do I feel sympathy towards a bloody crumpet? I have issues I swear. Well anyway, I cba to edit/ check this so if there's anything wrong then its wrong. Just comment by it so I know. Fanks.

There's my first one shot. I will do less random ones in the future, but Smera told me to write a one shot about a crumpet seeing as they're my favourite food so... here we are. Also, I DIDN'T WANT IT TO BE SEXUAL, SHE MADE ME MAKE IT SEXUAL. I'M SORRY!

I hope you enjoyed this though. I don't know why you would but yeah. For those of you who couldn't tell what was happening (I don't blame you). Paragraph 1 is the crumpet in the freezer, paragraph 2 is them being taken out, paragraph 3 is lowkey a description of me, paragraph 4 is them in a toaster, paragraph 5 was BUTTA and me putting it on the table, paragraph 6 is me eating the crumpet (whoopsie) and paragraph 7 (its more like a sentence but idgaf) is the crumpet being dead. This is such a weird concept I- WHY DOES THIS EXIST? WHY DID I THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA? I HATE THIS SM I-

welp, bye ig

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