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“I love you!”

“I-I’m really h-happy th-that your c-confessing your felings to-to me, b-but am-am I really the perfect choice for you?”

This story is about a penniless writer who confessed his love to a refridgerator. He was one of those new time Authors who believed he had talent, beyond the legend of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and aimed to surpass Stephen King, so he decided to drop out of school and move out from his parent’s house to strike his claim into literary fortune. How deluded he was.

Now, he was living in a cheap room that was no more than an apartment closet. Due to how pitiful he was, even the landlord didn’t bother getting rent from him. He refused to find any work whatsoever, saying it would ‘take him away from the pool of fantasia’ in which his inspiration come from.

Over 9000 hours invested. Not a single book published. Something was wrong with this equation.

Whether or not it was out of pity or remorse, his closest childhood friend donated a refridgetot for him. Little did he knew there was this Penguin Girl whose been living inside it for god knows how long.

“Listen to me, Pen-Pen. I love you. You are the only one in my life.In fact, you are the only person I couldhave as a friend.”

“I-if you try and go out, b-bask in the h-hot and dizzy s-sun, m-maybe you might f-find someone else wh-who is better than me! I-Ican’t leave thisfridge o-or else the room temperature will give me a heat stroke!”

The Penguin wasn’t a female animal, reather she looked more like a human girl themed after a penguin. With sleek black and white hair and her bangs dipped in gold, the way she was dressed in a one piece dress made her look like an Emperor Penguin born human. She had dregular cute arms and legs and a cute baby face and she likes to curl up inside the fridge;s belly, as if a mother’s room....sorry, womb. Typo. (>///

Also, she was a shut-in. No pun intended at all.

“That’s exavtly the reason why I must have you! No one understand me, no one gives a sh*t of why I complain every day of the fat and lazy editors who have no taste in revolutionizing the literary world. Ney! They know nothing about the sparkling beauty of the works I put my heart and soul into. Only you understand, only you know how I feel. So there – you must marry me!”

“P-please d-don’t play around with my felins like a math gaaaaame!”

The Penguin Girl tried to shut the fridge door. The coolness inside was dropping as it leaked into the stuffy room that was no bigger than an apartment closet. If this continues,she’ll surely suffer a heat stroke—In her own home (fridge)!

But the Penniless Writer refused to let her close the door.

“Please answer – how do you feel about me?”

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“Uwa-uwa-uwa! T-to be asked such an intmate question! I-I don’t know h-how to best answer wh-when you have such a serious face.”

“This is my writer’s face. Please deal with it.”

“Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

The Penguin girl was scrambling for an answer, all the while racing against the clock before the cold air inside her fridge were to go stale from being open too long. The fridge’s beeping noise wasn’t helping, it made her heat hurt actually.

“Y-you’re very kind.”

“And!?”

“Y-you fed me, e-even when you didn’t have much money to buy m-meals for two. You even sold your works t-to a local sports and….. adult magazines.”

“Not sold! Not sold! I allow them to pay me money to publish my works!”

“U-uh….. You…. Made sureI survived whenever I got a heat stroke.”

“Indeed. That last city-power outage was a doozy. Fortunately, the last class I attended before dropping out of school taught us how to transform mechanical eneger into electrical energy. Still, stealing a university student’s bike and a car generator made me feel bad… I made the owners cry.”

“…………………………………….I… I’m very happy.”

“Then you’ll accept marrying me right?”

“W-wait! Wait! Wh-when did this jump from confession at the school roof-top to going to the church alter in a wedding dress! I-I didn’t say I d—Oop!”

Almost falling for a trap hole, the Penguin Girl slapped her mouth shut. Even so, the Penniless writer pressed on.

“Tell me Pen-Pen… what is your answer.”

“……………….. Um…… M… May I ask a question…. Before I answer honestly.”

“Fire away, darling.”

“Bluuuuuuuuuush.”

The Penguin Girl struggled to come up with the best question possible. She could feel her body becoming more and more sluggish from the lack of intense cold the fridge should be covering her in – but she had to say this. Or she will never be able to sleep on it.

“… Why do you want to marry me?”

“At this rate of unemployment, I won’t have long before I reach my max life counter. Without food or water, I can only survive for so long but you can live forever because you’re holed up in that fridge. So, that is why – I want to marry you so you can bear my children and thrive!”

“Is.. is my body really okay for you?”

“Yes! The second I first met you when opening this fridge to find sustenance - I wanted to **** you so badly.”

“A…and you’ve been holding it in a-all these 8 years?”

“I’m a gentlemen! I don’t hurt girls.”

“Will you…. Hurt me?”

“I’ll be frank. I am usuing you to pass on my genes, but I’m not that crass in choosing a woman I don’t like. If I need to have offspring to carry on my talent – it has to be a girl who is 100% compatibale to my genius! And I choos you as my ideal candidate!! Do you accept these terms.”

“I do.”

On that day, a miracle was born. Marriage inspired the penniless writer to throw down his pride, find a job, and raise his family of 10.

"... Pen-Pen, let me--"

"No! It's too much babies! W-we've been doing nothing but naughty things since we married! A-at least let my body take a breaaaaaak!"

"... Your apron is loose. Let me tie it up for you."

"I'm sorry. Sniff."

"PSYCHE!"

"NYAAAH! D-DARLING!? WAIT! AAHN♥! W-Waait! Guuh♥! D-Darling! I love you! I love youuu♥♥♥!"