text: [Themes: fan fiction, horror]
  
  "Frozen, I guess? I've never seen it." Tyler had definitely seen it before, several times.
  
  "Really? Well, I hope you enjoy it then. We gonna watch it out here?"
  
  "Well, I mean there's also a TV in the bedroom, but it's a bit smaller--"
  
  "Sounds perfect!" She broke into a larger smile, and that's when Tyler caught a glimpse of the same buggy-eyed look that was in a few of her Tinder photos. She grabbed his hand and led him towards the back, where his (thankfully made) bed waited.
  
  She's being hella forward. Fuck it, man.
  
  Tyler switched his tv on, and opened up Disney+, where the display of different classics flashed on the screen. Clicking through, he stopped on the second annoying franchise mascot he saw. Not the tiny green one, the retarded carrot-nosed one. Kicking back, Tyler put his arm around Stella, which went surprisingly smoothly, and started the movie.
  
  As the runtime began, Tyler started to become increasingly self-conscious. The temperature in the room was probably the most alarming thing to him.
  
  Goddamnit, should've set the thermostat lower, am I going to start sweating? It's anything but frozen in here.
  
  Looking at the barren landscape of Arendelle, he began to grow jealous of the main characters, who didn't have to worry about sweaty armpits. With dry air came a dry mouth, and with a dry mouth, came dry breath. Stella didn't really seem to notice, enamored with the main characters' dispute of whether to construct a solid-water humanoid. Tyler made the decision to get some water. He could knock out two birds with one stone: turn down the thermostat, and get some water.
  
  "Hey, Stella, I'm gonna grab some water real quick." He began getting up when she grabbed his hand.
  
  "You're going to miss literally the best part of the movie if you leave now! Cmon dude." There it was again. The bugginess.
  
  "The best part of the movie? Isn't this the p--" He stopped himself just in time.
  
  "Just, don't worry about the water." She grabbed his face suddenly, pulling him forward for a kiss. It was unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome. But it didn't entirely alleviate Tyler's fears.
  
  > get some water? Are you fucking stupid? You're in the clear dude!
  Tyler forgot about the water. In fact, he forgot about everything except the girl in front of him for like ten minutes. Or was it twenty? Hell, it could've been an hour for all he knew. He wasn't sure why Stella had taken such a liking to him, but man, it had taken. Even the movie, which had occupied his mind beforehand, was just lights and noise that fell on their bodies.
  
  That was, of course, until one of the songs began to play in the background, buzzing around his ears like an annoying gnat. It was the dramatically ironic song in which the snowman fantasizes about summer.
  
  Dammit, that stupid prick is ruining my moment! I'd stuff a snowman in the microwave right about now.
  
  The snowman's voice rose to a cressendo, even as Tyler tried to drown it out in the taste of Stella's lips.
  
  When life gets rough, I like to hold on to my dream
  
  of relaxing in the summer sun, just lettin off steam!
  
  Tyler felt an ice cold breeze drift up under his shirt, giving him goosebumps. At first he thought maybe Stella had reached a hand under there, but no, it was unmistakably just air. It had been sweltering just a moment ago, what the hell? He briefly pulled away from the blonde to take a peek over his shoulder, when he felt a few drops of water soak into his pant leg.
  
  Something... odd... was happening.
  
  The water had come from the television, which was now churning with some sort of substance that was squeezing its way out of the glass, throwing itself around in his bedroom. Within the substance, two round, black objects spun until finally resting facing him. Two unblinking pieces of coal. Some primal part of Tyler's phyche told him to run, but his body was already long ahead of it. The slush had nearly finished pushing its way out of the television, still slowly bubbling up the words of the song from its depths.
  
  He burst out into the middle of his apartment, screaming and searching for the exit, when he noticed a squad of several men standing in his living room. They were dressed head-to-toe in black, and carrying bags filled with... his shit? On seeing Tyler, the nearest one stepped forward with a wooden bat and took a swing at him, which he narrowly stumbled past before falling on the ground.
  
  "Run!! What the fuck are y'all still here for!?" Stella came running out of the bedroom, pursued by the frigid monstrocity. It slushed forward, and the guy with bat quickly dropped his weapon, sprinting towards the exit. Tyler, in shock, yelled at Stella:
  
  "Who the hell are these guys? You had dudes here robbing me?" Her eyes panicked slightly, and told him that now was not the time, but Tyler had a strong urge to kick her back into the snow creature, which was now rising like a tsunami in the hallway. It was almost upon her, and would surely ensnare her if he didn't act though.
  
  > kick Stella
  "Go fuck yourself."
  
  Tyler planted a kick right into Stella's side, sending her stumbling back into the creature, which shrunk back momentarily. As soon as she hit the ground however, it was upon her. Within moments, tinges of red appeared with the white flecks of snow, as Stella's screams were gurgled out of existance. It bought Tyler time to run to the front door though, where he realized with a pang of despair that the three goons had somehow managed to jam the door from the outside. He was going to have to find another way to escape.
  
  Ohhgh ghe sky will be bluhg, and gou guys'll be there goo
  
  When I finaghy do ghat frozen ggings do in gummer!
  
  He dashed into the kitchen, where a littany of sharp objects shone promisingly as potential weapons. Tyler figured a knife probably wouldn't be very effective against a sentient blob of snow, however, and slammed the kitchen door shut, gaining some momentary reprieve. It slammed against the door, and began to ooze underneath the frame alarmingly fast.
  
  The only things he could think to do were to open the oven and try to heat up the place before the blob forced its way inside, or to try and make his way outside the tiny window in the kitchen. It looked like something he'd probably be able to squeeze through, but he was definitely several stories up in the air, so it would be a decent fall.
  
  > heat up the Oven
  Tyler swung the oven door open and cranked up both the internal temperature as well as all of the burners. The heat in the kitchen gradually rose, and the sounds that the snow mass was making outside the door began to grow more and more distressed. It stopped seeping underneath the door, and instead rammed itself against the door, shaking the decrepit hinges. It was rather alarming. Tyler reckoned he had about two or three body slams before the door splintered apart.
  
  The oven was emitting some pretty hot gases by the time the door flew into it and fell into the spice rack. A massive carrot nose peeked its way around the threshhold and turned towards Tyler, along with the coal eyes, which swam in the snowy ether. The entire mass of it sunk down to the floor, and there was a wide gap in the center where he assumed its mouth was. As soon as the powerful heat from the oven collided with it, it slunk further to the floor, appearing to melt slightly.
  
  Tyler noticed a glimmer of something... shiny and red... within the monster's morphing body. It pulsed and shook, and he had a strong urge to reach into it and pull the damn thing out. That looked pretty dangerous though, it looked like it was getting ready to recover from the heat any second. He also noticed his culinary torch, a weirdly luxurious item he'd had the urge to buy and then sat in his kitchen for ages. He hadn't tried it too much, but if heat was the creature's weakness, it could be a good choice.
  
  > go for the heart!
  Tyler lunged forward, seizing the pulsating red mass, and ripped it out visciously. There was a brief moment where Tyler stood, dumbfounded, with the crimson heart in his hand, while the coal eyes of the monster zeroed in on his body. Tyler looked around frantically, grabbing a knife and attempting to plunge it into the heart, but it glanced off rather harmlessly.
  
  Ghinter's a ghod time gho stay in and ghuddle!
  
  It began to move with incredible speed along the kitchen floor and Tyler scrambled backwards, yanking open his microwave and throwing the heart in there with the knife. He selected "Popcorn" and pressed start, and almost immediately a light show began within the device. Shortly afterwards, the microwave exploded.
  
  > Continue
  When Tyler finally came to consciousness, the rare sight of Brad's concerned face was looming over him. He attempted to move, but was met by serious pain.
  
  "Hey man, don't move too much. You're like, seriously fucking hurt."
  
  "Yeah, no shit!" Tyler winced, even the corners of his mouth burned, like they'd been completely dried. He decided not to yell. "What happened?"
  
  "So," Brad began, whispering, "I'm pretty sure that account I got was cursed or something. There were other people that ended up in the hospital that I... yknow... gave access."
  
  "You got a cursed Disney+ account? Cmon man, that's ludicrous."
  
  "Nah man, it's for real. And you ended up getting robbed too? None of the others had that happen too, you're an unlucky fuck."
  
  "No, that was the girl I had over dude. She had some guys rob me while I was... occupied. I think one of them hit me with a baseball bat, I can't remember shit correctly."
  
  "Bro, there's no way they did THIS to you with a baseball bat." Brad grabbed a nearby mirror, and held it up to Tyler's face. His skin was completely red, like it had been seared with an iron. The burns extended to his whole body, which laid out on a skinny hospital bed. "Plus, you've been out for like a whole day, man."
  
  The image of an exploding heart replayed in Tyler's mind.