
The following story is a follow-up to my previous one, Chocolate-Covered Bowser.
"Is this SOLID chocolate? It's so heavy!"
"Quit complaining, we're here."
"Brrr! Yup, this cold oughta do the trick."
"Great, now let's go! Bowser's gonna be mad if we miss his party!"
The freezer door slammed shut with a finality that made Bowser's heart sink. He took stock of his situation: through a series of convoluted events, he had found himself encased in a solid chocolate coating and left in the freezer by two clueless koopas. Calling for help, melting the chocolate with fire breath, and eating his way out were all out of the question due to the fact that his mouth was cemented shut with the chocolate. And now that the freezer was closed, he couldn't even hope that someone would hear his muffled speech or notice his frantically moving eyes!
Bowser would have shivered if he could. The freezer was...well, freezing! Luckily, he was cold-blooded, so his body temperature would adjust itself to the environment without any ill-effects on his health. However, this didn't mean he was comfortable! The chocolate prison stiffened and tightened around his body even further as it froze, prompting him to struggle against the unyielding substance with renewed vigor. Just when things seemed hopeless, he felt something shift...like a part of him could move!
Lowering his gaze, Bowser confirmed his suspicion: one of his toes was free from the chocolate! The cold must have made the chocolate more brittle, and when the freezer door slammed shut, the vibration through the floor broke off a piece! Bowser happily flexed and wiggled his toe, enjoying the newfound freedom. A single toe wasn't going to get him very far, but surely there was something useful he could do with it.
With renewed hope, Bowser began the long and arduous task of freeing himself. By furiously wiggling his toe, he managed to scratch the chocolate off the neighboring toe, repeating the process until all his toes were free. With their combined mobility, Bowser was able to flex through all the chocolate on his foot. Here, Bowser hit a roadblock: the chocolate on his leg was too thick, and the muscles in his foot too weak to crack it. Bowser grunted in frustration. His foot was getting even colder without the chocolate insulation. He needed an idea, and fast!
Thankfully, Bowser thought of one, but it wasn't going to be pretty. With a huff through his nose, Bowser channeled all his strength into pushing his toes down against the floor. This had the desired effect: he started to tip over backwards. Bowser squeezed his eyes shut as he braced for impact...
*CRASH*
When he hit the floor, the chocolate shattered like glass and the shards clattered off his body. Bowser had done it! He was free! Bowser stretched his stiff joints and slowly lumbered to his feet. He licked his lips as he looked at the scattered chocolate that had once held him captive. He was still in the mood for a treat, and by now he had definitely earned it! His body temperature was plummeting, but he was too thrilled with his triumph to care. The chocolate was just too tempting! Scooping some up in his claws, Bowser began to chow down.
All the while, his blood was getting colder. If he was paying more attention, he might have noticed that his skin was starting to turn an icy blue. Soon, an all-too familiar stiffening sensation began to overtake his body as he continued to gorge himself...
...
"Why are you dragging me to the freezer, again?"
"The punch bowl's out of ice, and I need your help to carry some more back."
"Ugh, fine. Let's just—"
The koopa's words trailed off as he opened the freezer door to a chilling sight.
Standing before him, immediately in front of the freezer door, was a life-sized Bowser ice sculpture! It was unsettlingly lifelike. Its pose was so dynamic. One of its legs was lifted, as though in mid-step, and one of its claws was stretched out in front of it, as if desperately trying to reach for the freezer door handle. If the koopa didn't know any better, he would've sworn that the sculpture's eyes were following him. It even seemed to breathe, with faint puffs of vapor seeming to emerge from its frozen nostrils.
"Whoa, where did this come from?" the koopa asked in amazement.
"Huh?" his friend replied, having trouble hearing him over the loud hum of the freezer.
"Who made this?" the koopa asked as he continued to admire the sculpture, and the way its closed jaws seemed almost to tremble.
"Oh, I dunno. But I got the ice! Let's go."
"Wait a second..." The koopa narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "This sculpture..."
...The statue's eyes seemed to widen in anticipation...
"...would make a great centerpiece for the party! Help me carry it up! We'll put it right under the fan so it can stay frozen."
The koopas hoisted up the cold, heavy sculpture and began to move it to the party. Curiously, the dim hum of the freezer seemed to follow them even as they walked down the hallway:
"Hm'm nht h fghlpthrm! Gmt mm hhtth hmrm!! WHN DND HM GLHFM MN MHHTH HGHNN!?!?!?"
"Is this SOLID chocolate? It's so heavy!"
"Quit complaining, we're here."
"Brrr! Yup, this cold oughta do the trick."
"Great, now let's go! Bowser's gonna be mad if we miss his party!"
The freezer door slammed shut with a finality that made Bowser's heart sink. He took stock of his situation: through a series of convoluted events, he had found himself encased in a solid chocolate coating and left in the freezer by two clueless koopas. Calling for help, melting the chocolate with fire breath, and eating his way out were all out of the question due to the fact that his mouth was cemented shut with the chocolate. And now that the freezer was closed, he couldn't even hope that someone would hear his muffled speech or notice his frantically moving eyes!
Bowser would have shivered if he could. The freezer was...well, freezing! Luckily, he was cold-blooded, so his body temperature would adjust itself to the environment without any ill-effects on his health. However, this didn't mean he was comfortable! The chocolate prison stiffened and tightened around his body even further as it froze, prompting him to struggle against the unyielding substance with renewed vigor. Just when things seemed hopeless, he felt something shift...like a part of him could move!
Lowering his gaze, Bowser confirmed his suspicion: one of his toes was free from the chocolate! The cold must have made the chocolate more brittle, and when the freezer door slammed shut, the vibration through the floor broke off a piece! Bowser happily flexed and wiggled his toe, enjoying the newfound freedom. A single toe wasn't going to get him very far, but surely there was something useful he could do with it.
With renewed hope, Bowser began the long and arduous task of freeing himself. By furiously wiggling his toe, he managed to scratch the chocolate off the neighboring toe, repeating the process until all his toes were free. With their combined mobility, Bowser was able to flex through all the chocolate on his foot. Here, Bowser hit a roadblock: the chocolate on his leg was too thick, and the muscles in his foot too weak to crack it. Bowser grunted in frustration. His foot was getting even colder without the chocolate insulation. He needed an idea, and fast!
Thankfully, Bowser thought of one, but it wasn't going to be pretty. With a huff through his nose, Bowser channeled all his strength into pushing his toes down against the floor. This had the desired effect: he started to tip over backwards. Bowser squeezed his eyes shut as he braced for impact...
*CRASH*
When he hit the floor, the chocolate shattered like glass and the shards clattered off his body. Bowser had done it! He was free! Bowser stretched his stiff joints and slowly lumbered to his feet. He licked his lips as he looked at the scattered chocolate that had once held him captive. He was still in the mood for a treat, and by now he had definitely earned it! His body temperature was plummeting, but he was too thrilled with his triumph to care. The chocolate was just too tempting! Scooping some up in his claws, Bowser began to chow down.
All the while, his blood was getting colder. If he was paying more attention, he might have noticed that his skin was starting to turn an icy blue. Soon, an all-too familiar stiffening sensation began to overtake his body as he continued to gorge himself...
...
"Why are you dragging me to the freezer, again?"
"The punch bowl's out of ice, and I need your help to carry some more back."
"Ugh, fine. Let's just—"
The koopa's words trailed off as he opened the freezer door to a chilling sight.
Standing before him, immediately in front of the freezer door, was a life-sized Bowser ice sculpture! It was unsettlingly lifelike. Its pose was so dynamic. One of its legs was lifted, as though in mid-step, and one of its claws was stretched out in front of it, as if desperately trying to reach for the freezer door handle. If the koopa didn't know any better, he would've sworn that the sculpture's eyes were following him. It even seemed to breathe, with faint puffs of vapor seeming to emerge from its frozen nostrils.
"Whoa, where did this come from?" the koopa asked in amazement.
"Huh?" his friend replied, having trouble hearing him over the loud hum of the freezer.
"Who made this?" the koopa asked as he continued to admire the sculpture, and the way its closed jaws seemed almost to tremble.
"Oh, I dunno. But I got the ice! Let's go."
"Wait a second..." The koopa narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "This sculpture..."
...The statue's eyes seemed to widen in anticipation...
"...would make a great centerpiece for the party! Help me carry it up! We'll put it right under the fan so it can stay frozen."
The koopas hoisted up the cold, heavy sculpture and began to move it to the party. Curiously, the dim hum of the freezer seemed to follow them even as they walked down the hallway:
"Hm'm nht h fghlpthrm! Gmt mm hhtth hmrm!! WHN DND HM GLHFM MN MHHTH HGHNN!?!?!?"
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