a small chuckle leaves me mouth. "me and who" i whisper, staring at my phone in a dimly lit room. no one responds besides the soft hum of the air conditioner.
a fraction of a second was all it took for catnar to realize the severity of his fatal error. try as he may to remove his hand-typed implement from the experimental frozen concoction, his limb was solidly adhered to the ice.
you see, ice XIII-2 is a mysterious type of frozen water... in this state, the water molecules spontaneously crystalize into a tetragonal disphenoid honeycomb arrangement, highly preferential for the absorption of heat... in short, the concoction supercools from about 273 kelvin, to a mind-melting 0.03 kelvin— cold enough to deal some serious ice-type damage to any spetument unfortunate enough to cross its path, without the necessary resistance spells cast in advance.
within just a few seconds, catnar was frozen solid.
why did it happen? it wasn't fair.
(from xhs - id 200916818)