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[hazardous-osc-rarepair]

There's Nothing Unique About The Cold

Frozen Bottle X Frozen Boba

Frozen in Shock/Father's A Bottle not a Brandy

1100 words! Previouse chapter

Frozen Bottles had headed to the small bar with a few of the guards.

'That was quite straightforward. Frozen Boba's tail made a fan shape on the ground when he left. How cute'

The 4-5 guards take a seat by the bartender's table. Frozen Bottle, Frozen Flask, Domino(Leader), Frozen Poppy, and a Frozen Carnation. Talk about a 2-coin themed group.

Frozen Bottle finger circled on the wooden table. Sitting with his fellow guards and team leader. Domino was the first to start the conversation with the group.

"What was that?"

"I don't know…"

Frozen Bottle's mind was wondering himself, as he rubbed his ring finger. Domino looked perplexed at him, "What do you mean you don't know?"

The bartender slides a glass of brandy to Frozen Bottle's hand. Breaking Frozen Bottle's train of focus.

"No, I don't know what you'd want me to say about it."

Frozen bottle corrects, "I just didn't feel like finishing my sentence."

Domino looked harder, trying to find an expression on Frozen Bottle's face.

"…Yknow, you look like a bird house. Are you waiting for a crow to come into your mouth?"

Domino ignored the comment.

"You said you didn't want to raise any more kids."

"Pfft, it used to be at all." … It wasnt getting a laugh out of Domino or Frozen Flask. There are more judgmental and nosey stares from anyone with frozen in their name in this danm cafateria, and that one surfboard. Even the bartender was quiet about Frozen Bottle's dislike of children.

'Why was the bartender quiet?'

Frozen bottle took a sip of brandy. Marry a man who wants kids, while you yourself hate them. Yeah, who'd leave you alone with children you might hurt?

'I'm reasonable,' The glass clanked being placed back down, "Boba's rich, he can hire a nanny."

"Yeah, sure, he uh, seems traditional to want you to focus on raising the kids."

Frozen bottle just glared, gripping his glass, seeing the Flask in the corner of his eyes.

Domino recalled, "Why are you dating him if he wants more kids than you. You were upset like a ghoul when you came home, telling us Cala died."

"It was still nice of you not to throw him in an orphanage system."

Frozen Bottle looked at Frozen Flask like it was obvious why, 'Yeah, those poor children would be food.'

Frozen Bottle's hands gripped itself into a fist, trying to get through another drink at the bar.

"… I guess raising Cala's kid made me. Hope. I actually had some." Frozen bottle loosened one hand to grab the cheap brandy, 'Or get some danm help.'

Frozen Bottle tried to seem solemn and honest.

"-Wait, how do you even know he wants more kids than me?"

Then right back to a slightly more pissed tone. But the word 'slightly' is slippery with how quickly Frozen bottle's tone slips on the icy walls.

As Frozen Flask and Domino looked at eachother.

Domino went first, "He's sponsored a lot of campaigns for children. And adds more maternity leaves for guards from the party event I went to."

"It feels like for you, two more kids means getting one more," Flask explains.

"You're not much of a lover. I was surprised Berrik doesn't have a love."

"Ok- with our job it was gonna be a given."

Frozen Flask scratches underneath his jacket's collar, "Yeah, a given for someone like you to…" Frozen Flask, Berrick, got an awaiting glare from Frozen Bottle, "Not want kids. Ever."

Frozen bottle pushed himself down on the chair. 'Actin like a judge, is this some stupid courtroom?'

"You don't drink like you're happy," Domino stated. 'Ooooh, observant Damien. Why don't you two get off my back?'

Frozen Bottle looked at the frozen clock. He just sighed. "Nothing like a frozen battery. I'm taking a leave early, I'll pay for the drinks."

Domino leopard pattern tail perked up. Flask was a little surprised.

"Nice to hear you finnally listening to the drinking game of 'paying for our drinks when you're the first to leave'."

"Yeah… Berrik, I was wondering if you could babysit. I don't want to pay for a babysitter."

Now it was Frozen Flask's turn to perk up.

"What, well sur-"

"… Never mind. I think it'd be better if I did."

"Why'd you even ask?"

Frozen bottle staggered up.

"I don't want to mix work and personal life." 'It already is, anyway.'

He placed money next to his glass, heading out of the bar

"Geez, what was his problem?"

"Did he ask for a babysitter because he was going on that date?" Poppy commented, dazed as ever.

"pfft, Yeah, probably." Carnitation signed gruffed.

Flask looked at Domino, "… Do you think it's because he thinks were gonna ask frozen boba questions?"

"For sure. But, i dont think I have the guts to ask the questions I want to the head scientist till I'm drunk as a mule."

Carnitation and Poppy placed money on the table,

"You know Bottle paid, we haven't gotten any more drinks yet."

Carniation signed with coins dropping from Carn's glove, "Nah, were betting with what we got in our pockets."

…

Glass Bottle had to buy food for a child they didn't kin. Every moment, he wished the kid would be boiled like a frog so he would not know he was starving to death.

Citrus sprinted from Frozen Bottle's hand in the frayed wood aisles.

"Try not to get caught."

Citrus walked around the flower aisle, lowering his gaze to look at the pots.

But frogs have a knack for telling the temperature with their skin. A child like that can run away till he finds food. Frozen Bottle can't have that happening.

Citrus walked out back to the shop, in the little backyard of flowers, "Orange, pink, purple, red, magenta… purple."

A worker tombstone butted in, "That flower's colour is actually the color of an English violet, and that one's plum magenta."

"Whoa, what are you, a color tablet?"

"Haha, no, I'm just a tombstone."

"My dad said if we had enough money, he would've gotten my mother a tombstone."

Tombstone worker ignored the comment, "You're probably a blood orange citrus."

Frozen Bottle just stared at the yellow carnations and lavender bouquets, "… He's just orange. 'Blood orange.' How vile."

Frozen Bottle stares off into the dainty, raggedy shop. The only nice things are the flowers and inhouse backyard.

Chapter 1 Dont forget to comment, i love words!

AO3 & WATTPAD & Qoutev

bro i hate looking at gifs, its so hard to find gifs with gif search. i hate it so much. im gonna use images on pintrest. and stop being lazy

but eh i found some in the end. im so parched, who even remembers to drink water

Chapter 1 (later same title, ill aslo make a tag for it later to keep track)

[hazardous-osc-rarepair]

There's Nothing Unique About The Cold

Frozen Bottle X Frozen Boba

Man of The Hour

It has 1000 words, so beware.... 2000 words? :0 This isn't beta read, have fun, there's some authours note <3 Lets Die like cala, stay strong everyone

The children of the night need to eat souls that can never return to meet each other, and many children end up being accused of draining a parent's soul, being killed, or abandoned by the orphanage in the middle of the snow to die. So many dead bodies are placed back near other spawn terminals. Missing children end up being found nearby, far from their home, in a place most people would see and ignore. Many of those children would be disabled and considered Morrigan's children. But such information was usually hush-hush until further investigation into some murders being caused by parents themselves, or folks getting used to the rise of murders, they became ones themselves

Picking up an old newspaper, I stare at an object that has the biggest smile. Cruel men who'd eat a child's soul, because they knew how easy it was for parents to abandon them. Why eat abandoned children at your own mother's spawn, if you had charm and trust in knowing who the children of the night were? Then parade yourself in another town as a kindly man who took care of sick children. Despicable.

It's sad to hear how it used to be a common occurrence to kill children who were considered odd. Turns out there were many children who would starve themselves if they didn't like their food.

My fountain pen slid across the paper, its casing being blue, cracked ice.

I've already tried sponsorship & started programs in schools, which many have closed due to the lack of children present in a town. With funding for the alternatives to spawning terminals, hopefully, families would feel safer enough to have kids and not risk killing their own child due to paranoia.

I huffed and leaned back on my armchair. It might be time to rest for the day, maybe I'll even start talking to a future romantic partner. I have been feeling somewhat more isolated in my work.

How would I get a lover in hand? Someone who'd want children as well… I rested my head back in my office chair and gave a long sigh, watching my frozen breath in the air. Fading back into the darkness of the ceiling, with the only light in my room being a lamp and the fairy lights, I lay in the dreamy town.

I fixed my tank top jacket and left my laboratory.

In the town street I stroll through, I gaze at a frozen bottle sitting on a bench, as a 9-year-old orange circular child makes star origami by the Frozen Bottle object. The child looks up at me and stares at my horns.

I'm getting baby fever; he's so adorable. I gave a small wave as hello. The 'father' looks up at me in surprise.

Is this his child? A male nanny¿ no, I hope he's a father; nannies aren't really common anymore. This doesn't seem like an appropriate setting to have small talk. He looks tired. Or angry. Kids are a handful to raise, but it's quite rewarding. At least I'd feel that way.

I head towards a restaurant, high end lounge inn. The fairy lights are the only ones inside; nothing is decorated outside, except for the light trying to peek out of the drapes. And the soft lights are out on the third floor, which seem to be the sleepiest light.

A/N: i dont care if I sound unconfounded, this is filler- *Gets Shot* i-i… i donno how business works- bleh (skip till you read ding)

Ding

"Hello, sir!" The booming red fox beastial receptionist was excited to greet me and guide me to the stairs.

The Frozen speaker receptionist 'Dawn' had me go behind receptiontist desk. This used to be a library, but the descendant reworked it. As the entrance to the receptionist behind the stairs doesn't make sense, and the markings on the old reception table for libraries have been removed. It never made sense to some of the customers for there to be shelves around poles, since they had galvanized square steel; there are no violations.

Just complaints about the lack of decorations for the first floor… At least I'd complain about it. While the stairs feel the thump of my weight, I note that the stairs are brown marbles.

Most of the walkthrough to the second floor, the shelves are covered with cloth drapings. My horns slightly scrape the walls. I hear many of the conversations downstairs fading away; cartographers chat, and guards warn of updates on ghouls, for adventurous hikers hobbyist with money to spare for a death. I couldnt see for myself if they were rich or not, just giddied giggles.

The second floor is connected to the stage for the singer and pianist, which used to be a storytelling area or have plays that kids would try to act in. Not much use of a place for children to be in anymore. And the old piano was placed somewhere else.

The second floor includes supply storage areas, seeming smaller. The layout was an attempt to rework the old building, with new walls blocking off other spaces of the building. There was an alternative way to enter through the fourth floor, and that was through its side entrances, wide stairs. I wonder how they repurposed it, since it was originally a rented room for business parties or school trips.

As we reach the third floor, the empty shelves seem more decorated with candles. The drapes are purple decorated on top of the shelves and tight up… Maybe there might be a fire hazard; they should get smaller candles. I can see the black ash under the shelf of a shorter candle.

Along with the only floor with the blinds open is a newly renovated window.

I get taken to my seat at the fine oak table. Facing the window was quite nice; it looked like a painting where the snow had stars lying about.

"Yes, hello!"

Glassware is set at the table. As I'm having to wait for the company's Respawning Terminals. The object waiting with me in question is A snow slope hazard sign. The icicle melts on the corner of his face. From what I know, she's a doctor, collaborating with the company from the outer rings.

"So when will they be here?"

"In a. Few? More. minutes?" She looks around to see if his unsure tone was correct for the situation. That, and it was a private room, with warm purple interior design. The door wasnt opening anytime soon, and well, she looked everywhere except for the door.

"Will you still be able to answer any of my questions?"

"Yes, of course."

"Do you know if Morrigan's can use this machinery?"

"…Not that I don't know of."

They seemed to be unsure of how to respond, leaving with an incoherent sentence. I'm quite unsure if Morrigion will try to use the terminals to her own advantage, with objects feeling safer using something that may be far from Morrigion's reach.

"What are the plans of placement for placement of the other respawn terminal. It would be smart to place it in an accessible area."

I take a sip of warm water.

"Ah, yes, we do plan for it to be beside pharmaciesand hospitals! If we have affordable baby toys, books, and baby food ready, we have a supplier who'd cut a discount. Then folks would feel safer and well prepared to easily get all the items in one place."

Unsure parents can always get pamphlets on baby exercise. How to take care of them when they're sick, and teach them how to manually sneeze. "Since it is the baby's first time living. Parent's have to be prepared for a lot. It'd be too sad how easy many parents would be placing their children in orphanages… We do have the school's closing, who can donate school books to childrens section of the pharmacy?"

The sign just nods, "I don't think parents placing kids in orphanages is that common."

"Yes, some either die or murder their children."

"Ah, ok." She just deeply sighed, having held her breath for some reason. She's a docter, these topics are quite old news.

"Are there any updates on the alternative system function for newlyweds?"

"Oh yes, Respawn terminals."

"The one that brings objects back from the dead." Huh, they're the same machine.

"Yeah, I'm so glad the second focus of funding has been going to Respawn terminals."

"I see, that's great news."

"That's great, it just needs testing, is all. Just to make sure it's safe, but it's hard to find volunteers for control groups."

"I have been planning on getting a lover soon."

The flower from the outer ring was placed at the table, almost spat out their drink. Snorting it back up. They placed hot chocolate on the table. Messing with the glassware's line.

"And you said to act professionally." They whispered.

They cleared their voice, "It's great to meet you, Frozen Boba. You're even lovelier in person."

Placing themselves back in the chair

"It is great we were able to make a deal for some husks. and the rich may be visiting as tourists with the safety of respawning."

"Such a shame if they end up meeting Morrigon's children. But hey, then they wouldn't be able to pay."

"Ah, yeah, I suppose, but most folks die from snow anyway. They're safe."

"As long as they can afford cheating death."

The conversation leaves with tourism being able to help our economy better.

Other funding sources are a good priority for more sources, and

Ding

A/N: I'll edit the business scene again, idk. I warned you it's not beta read, but still, I just felt to anxouis about it being cluttered

I see the same frozen bottle guard in the corner of the street sitting at a much homey and vintage bar, "Greetings."

"Hello, sir."

He looks at me, recognising me i assume. His posture is lean and slouched over his bottle, "Huh, I've seen you before. Have I?"

"Yes, with your little one. Children are quite a joy in the world arnt they?"

"Oh, the kid! He's not exactly mine." He immediately changes the topic before I ask anything else. "What brings you here?"

He looks down at the chair beside him, "Can't take a seat, can you?" Frozen bottle gave an observation with a snicker while downing a drink.

"Finished working, and yes, I can't. My horns would grate the roof."

I held out my hand to shake, having him stand up. I feel his left hand, open, sturdy, slightly small, old, and cold.

"You have no ring on your finger."

And unwed.

"Ah, yeah."

Leaning slightly down towards him, without breaking eye contact i asked him something, "Would you like one with my initials engraved inside?"

Frozen bottle looks up and down, "Wouldn't our initials be the same?"

"Well, it would be our initials; you can have my personal name in the engravings."

Frozen Bottle's hand rests on my claws, being held intently. He seemed to breathe in a gasp.

"Would you want to have my children?"

"…I'm open to it."

Frozen bottles eyes perk up and down to my sharp claws, gliding his finger over them.

"That'd be a conversation made at a reasonable time."

"Yeah, and while you're at it, buy me something in the vending machine before my break is over."

Frozen Boba places coins in the warm vending machine, which seems to need magma to keep the inside hot.

"Well, it's not my money, I don't have a lot to schedule for much past times."

"With a kid, I can see why. I've heard they're quite the handful."

Frozen Bottle just sighs and rubs the back of his neck. Humming in agreement. While I watch him stretch his arms back, holding his drink in his hand.

"We could visit my house if I send him off to sleep earlier."

Warm hot chocolate and white mocha. We take our respective beverages, tasting the hot mocha caffeine. I take a minute to waft the heat over my face to smell it.

I stared at him as he downed hot chocolate that needed to be filled with hot water, since it was cheaper than milk.

"I'd like to see you in a dining area very soon."

"oooh a date night. Hah. Let's start with a walk in the park first, before anything overly classy. I don't usually clean myself for anything expensive."

A nice stroll sounds lovely.

"Well, see ye till later."

"I'm glad we will." He smirked and gave a small laugh. Waving a bye, as I see him fade away from my view.

I'm trying out this color generator ive seen when ive seen dividers and oneshots. .. didnt read the rules on how to so i didnt get to use it.

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