Here is the next Oneshot, Blanket! It's based on Klemper.
It's cold. So cold... My momma told me not to, but did I listen to her? No. I didn't. I was a bad boy and it lead to this.
Me and momma went to the store, and she told me not to wander off. But I wanted friends. Momma told me to wait until we got to the park, but the kids at the park were too mean to me. They called me a freak, but I don't know why.
I was running around the school looking for some friends to play with. I ran from the clothing department, to the toy department. No one wanted to play.
The ones who did weren't allowed. Their mommas wouldn't let them come and play. I frowned, as I searched for some other friends to play with. I looked in the baby department, but there were only some more Mommas, and barely any kids. The kids were all just babies though, so I couldnn't play with them.
Then, I wandered to the food department. I met some bigger kids, who were hiding from their Mommas and playing Truth or Dare. I asked them if I could play, and they laughed before saying I could.
Then, they asked me Truth or Dare. I took Dare, because they'd treat me differently if I picked Truth. They dared me to go into this stupid meat locker, and I went and did it.
Then, I slipped inside of it and some boxes fell in front of the door. I couldn't get out. I yelled, and the others started freaking out on the other side.
I called out for help while I tried to move the boxes, but they were too heavy for me to lift. It started to get really cold, and then I tried to warm up. It wasn't working. Was I gonna die in this stupid meat locker?
My teacher was talking about something called hypothermia yesterday in class. Was I gonna die from that? Or would the other kids save me in time? I tried to yell out again, but it was no use. I was freezing too much. I looked at the thermometer on the wall, and it was at 28 Degrees.
I thought back to me poor Momma.
It was my fault for this for not listening. I sniffed. Would this be the end?
I went and cried in the corner for who-knows-how-long before I said, "Momma, I want a blanket. I'm dying." Then, I collapsed and everything went blank. Permanently.
Neutral POV
The kids who dared him to enter the meat locker went to the closest worker they could find. "Some kid around nine years old got trapped in the Meat Locker! You better hurry!" One of them rushed the worker. He called the other workers as quickly as possible, before going to the meat locker.
"I hope I'm not too late." The worker said, as he and many others opened the door that had to be pushed in and not out. "Why's it so heavy?" He asked.
They rushed inside and spotted the kid who was freezing to death. Quickly, they called the paramedics. But, they were too late. Kevin L. Perry was dead.
And he never had a friend.
Did I just write a death scene? Wait, it doesn't count because in the series he was already dead... I probably won't write many death scenes as an author. Just telling you.