<a href="https://possiblyfunny.tumblr.com/" style="text-decoration:underline;">possiblyfunny</a>:
<p><i>Well that wasn’t weird at all-</i> Better write that down and get to it. <i>How does this microphone work…? Ah-</i> There we go.</p><p><i>Ahem- </i>Hello?</p>
… The figure doesn’t even so much as look to acknowledge you. From a distance, he seems so still, you could mistake him as a part of the mountain itself.
Just as motionless, lifeless, and frozen as every stone and snowflake settled around him at this peak.
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“…”
But calling his name makes him stir.
“… cold.”
His voice is almost a whisper, yet it seems all-encompassing, swirling around you like a cold wind. It almost seems as though it has not come from the monitor, but from the very air around you… Like frost, it bites at you with a distinct chill, running down your spine and leaving you shivering.
But still, you can see how his mouth does not open as he answers.
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