next: none yet first: you're here.... right? previous: .... ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ +=={:::::::::::::::::> "Cryophobia: An abnormal and persistent fear of cold, including cold weather and cold objects. Sufferers from cryophobia experience anxiety even though they realise their fear is irrational. To avoid cold, they may live in a warm climate, dress more warmly than necessary, stay indoors on cold days, and avoid cold foods and ice cubes." - RxList ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ Tommy startled awake, seeing a familiar, yet dreadful sight. Snow. Snow everywhere. Memories flooded back as he panicked, as the cold seemed to touch his bones. He shoved the snow away in a blind panic, and failed to get towards the vague light. As he broke the surface of the snow, he gasped for air. His red sweater was soaked with freezing cold slush, and his cheeks were stained red. As he gained his bearings, he froze in terror. "N- n- no-" He muttered, shivering intensely. "P- please... n-no." He looked around himself, and the snow and the pine trees. He finally saw a cabin, one that couldn't be ignored. As he stared at it, wishful thinking told him it was Techno's cabin, but everything else told him the truth. Somehow. A small laugh sounded behind him, making him spin around slowly, afraid of what he would see. Panic grew within him as he saw more and more snow, all he could think was: "THIS IS VERY BAD." The person behind him was masked, but there was no denying their identity. "D- d- dream." Tommy spat, but it sounded hollow and scared. "Welcome back to Exile, Tommy."
*sobbing* why lama why
