You're Like Frozen Yogurt, a sweet story about companionship, by Rhapsodydreaming. NiGHTS, Reala, Nightopians, Lost Park and the franchise "NiGHTS into dreams" does not belong to me. But, "The Frozen Flame" ice cream parlor does belong to me and I would appreciate it if you didn't use that location without my consent. Since this is my first time uploading onto I'm still learning the how-to's and what not of the site, so if the text is messed up or anything please alert me in a message. Oh, and NiGHTS is non – gender, but I have always viewed her as female.
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Somewhere in Lost Park, Nightopia, ice cream parlors run by Nightopians were beginning to shut down for the night. It was 8:00 pm. Slowly, one by one, the lights of the shops shut off and the tired little 'pians came out and headed home. But the lights of one little shop hidden away in a quiet corner of the fairgrounds stayed on.
If one were to come closer to that shop (named 'The Frozen Flame'), they would notice the slightly darker, more solemn colors like blue and red with spots of purple, compared to bright blue and pink on the other shops. Or maybe the first thing they would notice would be the two figures, one purple and thin, the other, red, black and strong looking. Why they were in an ice cream parlor at 8:00 at night no one knows. Maybe we should find out…
Reala pondered to himself over why he'd invited NiGHTS to an ice cream parlor at such an hour of the night. He was slumped over onto the counter, his chin resting a little away from the edge. Reala sighed when he glanced over at NiGHTS, who had gone through her third bowl of strawberry ice cream, currently on her fourth. He'd agreed to pay for all the ice cream she wanted to bribe her into coming with him… Which is what he couldn't get. Why had he asked her to meet him? It didn't even matter where they could've met.
"You know, I really appreciate you inviting me over, Reala." Said NiGHTS, pausing from her rapid consumption of strawberry ice cream. "And thanks for paying!" she added.
After watching NiGHTS take one more bite of the ice cream, Reala spoke for the first time in thirty minutes: "You're welcome, NiGHTS, even though I really don't know why," he whispered.
At this, NiGHTS cocked her head. "Well, why is that?" she replied.
Seeing that he had accidentally started a conversation, Reala straightened and spoke a little louder. "I…I don't have a clue why I invited you here. I was just sitting in my throne room, and all of a sudden I wanted ice cream, and then I wanted you there, even though we're rivals."
NiGHTS winked at Reala. "I know why you invited me…" said she, chuckling as Reala's eyes widened in a sort of 'don't say that I love you' sort of way.
Setting down the ice cream spoon, she began to explain. "So here's the thing: You, Reala, are like frozen yogurt, and I am like a freezer. When I was still loyal to Wizeman, you and I were like best buddies; I kept you from feeling lonely, like a freezer keeps ice cream from melting. When I left, you "melted", in a sense, and all your power was directed toward pleasing Wizeman to fill the void."
She paused and watched Reala stare at her in confusion for a second, and then she continued. "The reason why you invited me over is because you were lonely, as much as you don't want to admit it. You wanted something to "freeze" you, even if only for a little while, and the best person to do that you thought was me."
Reala contemplated this for a second. His facial expression looked indignant, but NiGHTS could see in his eyes that he realized that this was true. After a minute or two, he smiled.
"I guess you're right…" he said, "So I might as well enjoy you while you're here. Hey waiter! Can you bring a bowl of chocolate ice cream over here?"
The waiter, a Nightopian wearing a purple starched apron, sighed. It was going to be a long night…
The End
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