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Sneaking into the school’s meat locker isn’t something Topher Bus did often (if at all) but he already had his four interactions this month and didn’t want to hang out with the stoner kids. And while using a lighter in a cold freezer was probably a little counterintuitive, it was the easiest way to smoke in peace. Especially because no one really comes near this part of campus (besides the lunch ladies and janitors of course) considering how the only thing around here were all the frozen clones from twenty years ago, but they were all thawed out before the school year started. Topher had to give it to the “frozens”, as they were taking the whole “losing twenty years of their life in a freezer while the world continued around them” pretty well, besides the odd drawback or two.
He opened the door and quickly went in. It wasn’t as cold as he thought it would be but he’s still grateful for the jacket his foster mom made him bring. Topher didn’t bother turning on the lights but did use his phone light to see around for a bit and decided to sit close to the entrance.
Topher grabbed his joint, lit up, and took a hit. He sighed pleasantly as the smoke settled through his system. It’s been a few minutes and his sight’s thankfully adjusted so his eyes lazily surveyed the meat locker. He narrowed them when he noticed a lone figure closer to back.
“I thought I was alone?”
He grabbed a small chunk of frozen floor meat and chucked it at the figure to see if it moved.
It did not.
There was a few facts in Topher’s life: 1- he was pretty low on the highschool totem pole and just a tad unliked by the general populous, 2- he hated the general populous anyways so it didn’t matter what they thought, and 3- Topher was nothing like Christopher Columbus so chances are he was never going to amount to anything his clone father did for better or for worse. So unlike how the real Columbus would act like, Topher was just a little scared of being trapped in a meat locker alone with a dark figure. This is what he gets for smoking in a large, dark room alone.
“Shit did it get closer?”
Okay scratch that, he was more than just a little scared of being trapped in a meat locker alone with a dark figure. Topher was fucking terrified.
He scrambled when getting up and ran to the light switch by the door. A sigh of relief left his lips when the faint buzzing of the overhead lights was heard. But his brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at the once obscure entity became clearly lit.
“What the fuck.”
The teenager jumped as his voice practically boomed in the silent room. He steeled himself before walking up to the figure, the lone clone who was condemned to stay frozen in the meat locker forever while his peers thawed out to continue on with their lives. Topher couldn’t figure out why this one damned to live out his life as an ice sculpture while people like JFK were given the chance to walk among the living again. Honestly, it was pretty fucked up.
He stared at the motionless clone, and wondered who it could be. Obviously it was someone left over from twenty years ago, still wearing his white tux. It fit the clone pretty well and complimented his dark skin complexion perfectly if Topher wanted to be gay about it. He stared at the clone a little longer, wondering if he should tell anyone about this and wondering about who exactly he could tell about this.
Topher went over a small list in his head, he couldn’t tell his foster mom, or Scudworth, or Sampson or anyone else really. It’s not like he was in highschool to make friends. He talked to Abe sometimes, sure, but they weren’t friends. The taller guy only really talked to him when his friends were too busy to hang out with him or if he had questions about the modern era.
Of course, he could always just leave the clone to rot in his icy grave forever like everyone else before him did. It’s not like Topher had any real emotional attachment to the guy anyways and leaving him here would probably make his life much, much easier. But well, he was pretty cute in spite of the whole “losing twenty years of his life in a freezer while the world continued around him” thing, so sue the guy for being gay about the whole thing.
He sighed to himself and left the room to find a cart.