Her eyes scan up and down the chocolate treat. Your body is cemented still and your mouth is filled with chocolate, so all you can do is hope that she sees you.
She doesn't.
"This looks great! Now, just to let them set in the fridge for two hours, and they'll be ready!" She set the bar (and by extension, you) back down into the pan, before lifting the whole batch and setting it into the open fridge. "I can't wait to see if my mom likes them!"
The door slams shut, and the light goes out. Even coated in a layer of insulating chocolate and rice krispies, the cold is beginning to get to you. You struggle, more to keep warm than to try and break free, but to your surprise the bar, which has begun to turn brittle, starts to break. An arm comes free, and you use it to dig your body out of the dessert.
Free but exhausted, and starting to show the signs of hypothermia, you feel your eyes begin to close. "No. No. NO!." You slap yourself awake. If you fall asleep here, even if you don't freeze to death you'll be eaten. The only way to stay alive is to keep moving. And so, you do. It isn't easy to trek across the surface of the brownie bar without any light, and you stumble more than once. But quitting isn't an option, so you keep moving.
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