Spirit In The Freezer · 4:47pm Sep 8th, 2021

Flutterwings straightened out her hat as she trotted her way into the freezer. It was odd being in the place where her older brother had died a few days prior…some sense of surrealism followed in her shadow.

Nonetheless, she was a brave little nymph.

She was told she would be in here quite a while, so of course she came prepared, even coming in with a jacket and stuff.

“Three days and they’re just letting me rot in here…”

Her ears perked as soon as she heard that voice. It was that of sadness, of sorrow, of exhaustion…something of a hard worker.

She pulled her purple jacket around her and continued walking, now more determined than before. Eventually, she peeked around a corner and saw a figure.

They loomed over what remained of her dead brother.

The voice continued to speak, the sad, sorrow tone increasing.

“I should never have worked the night shift…”

The figure hung his head, his body starting to shake. Although it seemed more out of anger, and fear.

Flutterwings swallowed heavily. Should she go up to him?

Suddenly, he started to sob.

And melt.

She gasped audibly at the sight in front of her. His sobbing was muffled. And warped. And distorted. But as he heard the noise, he turned to her.

His whole face was melting in with his tears.

Flutterwings jumped and flinched, breathing heavily for a few moments.

“Woah, shit!” In the moment he jumped back, hooves swiping over his melting face in order to fix it back up. His mouth had looked…odd, at first. There was a box over it. Like one of those black censor boxes.

But it was gone. And a big, cartoon-like frown had taken its place.

“Flutters?”

As he uttered these words, his mouth didn’t move. And his crisp, blue eyes locked with her’s.

“Griff? Griff, is that you?”

“…Flutterbug. Hey…”

She took a few steps closer to him. “…Hi, brother.”

His frown spoke volumes. Streaks of blue tears ran from his eyes to his cheeks. His dark grey pelt just emitted a sort of coldness just by looking at it.

“…Why are you crying?”

“O-Oh, um…” he touched a streak, and suddenly, they disappeared. “I-I wasn’t, I was just…um…exercising my eyes. They’re like, really sweaty.”

Flutterwings raised an eyebrow, tilting her head.

“Well—it was a decent excuse! I can’t blink. And my eyes hurt.” He sniffled, rubbing his sore eyes. “What are you doing here anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be doing nymph stuff?”

“Well… Bezzy told me you’d be here.”

“Yes. Here and dead.” He made a point of gently kicking his now frozen corpse.

“Then why—”

“Because I’m trapped here!” He cried, the only indicator of a switch in emotion being his furled eyebrows. “I tried and tried to get out!!! I tried to tell everyone, but they couldn't hear me!! I’m trapped in this damn freezer and every time I find my way out I’m just back here again! I wanna see you! I-I wanna see my family again! I wanna see Phar, and Thorax, and Celly, a-and Meta…but…but at this point I’m wondering whether or not you’re even real…”

His tears started flowing freshly again, and he sank to the floor hanging his head.

“I’m nothing but an abandoned soul…”

Flutterwings’ ears wilted at the sight. Experimentally, she reached a forehoof towards her brother, seeing if she would phase through him. Her hoof was met with an energy so frigid that it felt like pins and needles on her chitin. She gasped softly as she retreated.

Nonetheless, she brushed it off and closed her eyes, wrapping her forelegs around her torso tightly.

“…What are you doing?”

“Air hug.”

The spirit quirked a brow. It took him a good bit to realize what she was trying to do. “Flutterbug, I don’t think—”

“Air hug.”

The spirit rolled his eyes. After a moment of hesitation, however, he eventually did the same thing. “How long are we supposed to do this for?”

“Not long. Just until you stop crying. Take all the time you need.”

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