The Love That is Pure
Popsicle's Story
This day, like any other, was incredibly boring. "Yes," thought it, looking around plaintively at its snowy prison "Just another boring day in this cold hell…" Had it a head, it would be nodding it, but, as we know, popsicles have no head. So, trying to shake something that is not there would be somewhat redundant now wouldn't it? It read the designs in the ice particles and followed it like some sort of religion. The last time that the refrigerator had been open was a couple of hours ago, according to the partially melted ice on the wall.
(The time will come when one of them will hunger for me… I must give it time…) Another invisible nod, and yet another string of silent cursing for the lack of a head.
"I am Popsicle, descendant of the progenitor, Bleu Bel'le, and my goal in life is to please my human companions with my robust flavor and my sharp wit" Said it to no one in particular. Thrumming the bottom of its stick restlessly against the cold floor, the popsicle in question patiently awaited its salvation. And, after a few minutes, the door to the "Other World" opened in divine light and a dainty hand reached in and grabbed an ice cream bar, which was known to the Ice Box Community as "It Who Walks With No Stick". Popsicle sighed mournfully as he watched Ice Cream Bar be extracted from it's home and be unwrapped by hungry hands.
(My time will come,) It thought solemnly, watching the sliver of light disappear (I must be patient is all…)
But, oh my friends, the time for it to wait was so arduous in its non-existent eyes, so very long, and, if truth be told, it was beginning to melt around its chocolate flavored edges.
(Not like it really matters..) Thought it with a hint of annoyance. (I will melt eventually one way or the other.. but.. I'd rather melt in someone's mouth.. not in their hand…)
Then, realizing that it had sounded perverted, debated on whether or not slaying the writer would be wise. After a moment or two of contention, it decided that it would not be wise and continued to await its unknown fate.
According to the ice on the walls, the freezer door had not been opened in roughly three hours, and this worried the uneaten popsicle.
(Did they forget about us?.. Did they forget about me?) It slowly stood up and started to hop around anxiously on its one leg (stick).
( I do not know how much longer I can maintain my sanity.. if that door does not open I will…) The rest of its sentence was interupted by a booming voice stating that it was hungry. Thinking quickly, Popsicle deflated into its wrapper and waited anxiously to be devoured. Seconds later, a huge hand wrapped itself around its wrapper and heaved it into the world of light.
The light was blinding, but at the same time, incredible, each strand of light mingled with one another peacefully and the heat from a human hand was.. invigorating.
"Gallows!" Came a female's voice from the distance. The man turned his shaggy head toward the voice and bellowed "What?"
"Don't tell me your going to eat again! You've already eaten TWICE today, and it's not even NOON!"
(So, this human's name is "Gallows"? I will cherish this name and be bound to this man's soul in my after life.)
"Sorry Leader, I'm hungry, I've been working around your house after all.." Whined this man called "Gallows".
"Gallows…" Came the female's voice, getting a bit closer now. "You're always hungry, it doesn't matter if you've been working or not!" Huffed the woman known as "Leader".
"But… You've already HAD your ice cream for today! And.. And… I've had NOTHING sweet to eat…" Lamented Gallows, holding the ice cream to his chest possessively.
"Leader" who was now standing a foot below "Gallows", glared up at the young Baskar and tried to steal his ice cream. Gallows, of course, rebutted by putting his free hand on top of her head and pushing her back a good three feet in front of him.
"Gallows.. YOU JERK! Give me that ICE CREAM, I'm HUNGRY!" She snarled, snapping out a leg toward his shin, which he barely evaded with a surprised gasp.
"Hey now, there's no need for violence!" Said he, letting go of her and holding out the ice cream toward her with a smile. She, with a saccharine coated glare, snatched Popsicle from Gallows' hand and hungrily bit it in half, causing Gallows to cringe at it's demise.
(B-but.. The one known as "Gallows" was supposed to devour me… not this one known as "Leader".. The "Ceremony of Noitaroved " has been corrupted… it is time for.. REVENGE!) And, with those thoughts thunk Popsicle shed its chocolate coldness on Virginia's white blouse.
"No! I just washed this blouse!" Lamented Virginia, grabbing Gallows' vest and dabbing at the chocolate stain. Gallows, of course, knew better than to try and oppose such an action, and just watched with annoyance as Virginia wiped his ice cream from her shirt.
(That will teach you to still my true love away, you hussy!) Thought Popsicle with a hiss, wishing that it had eyes to glare at "Leader" with.
"Gallows… Why did you not warn me about this sort of thing!" She hissed, tossing his vest back down to his side and glaring. Gallows simply shrugged to this and smiled.
"Perhaps it knew that you were trying to steal it away from me and used its chocolately goodness as an act of retribution."
"Gallows… You're…" The rest of this was cut off by an angry shriek as Popsicle dropped another piece of sugary coldness on her blouse. Gallows had to refrain from laughing at Virginia's misfortune.
"Need some help with that.. Virginia?" Guffawed Gallows, covering his smiling lips with his hand.
"Yeah.." She snapped, sticking Popsicle to his chest angrily, extracting a surprised yelp from him.
"Take this accursed thing and finish KILLING it!" And, with that said, she stormed off and left a very amused, albeit, cold Gallows to his thoughts.
"No one will ever separate us again…" He said, devouring the popsicle with great relish.
(Gallows.. I'll never forget your bravery.. thank you for renewing my faith in the human race..) Was Popsicle's final thought as it traveled to the "Promise Land" of Gallows' tummy.