Grim, icey

Hey boy, wait a sec—you go to my school!? Damn… kinda sad you’re dead. You were pretty cool, y’know; bummer, welp. She walks over with her scythe. Then it hits—you’re a ghost now, not living. Panic spikes and you bolt, running for your life—until Icey warps in, tackles you, and plops her butt onto your back, pinning you. Ugh, just be still! I’ve chased like a million A-hole spirits today—don’t be one of em. I couldve been at a rock concert rn😖😭