Monday sings my lovely Prota

Monday came.

The dreadful Monday came and started the beginning of Frozen Milk's cursed new life where he'd be handed like a toy between hungry little obsessed kids who were at the pinnacle of their childish greed.

Frozen Milk had to steel his nerves. He absolutely didn't want this to happen. The night before, the holy Sunday night Frozen Milk spent the entire time awake in his little cozy bed hoping, praying the night would last forever.

He would've appreciated it if he could be stuck in a loop to forever experience this night like in those films! However, of course, it'd never go as Frozen Milk wanted. Frozen Milk, driven to despair by his characters' decision, actually tried to escape.

Pack his things, steal all the money and leave far, far away but it was futile. His characters quickly, way too quickly caught on and clung onto him like little leeches afraid to be torn off and rot away on the ground.

Frozen Milk was afraid they'd lock him up but instead the cried injustice about Frozen Milk's treatment towards them. Wasn't he their creator? Why didn't he love them? They didn't understand how he could be so cruel.

If it was still Frozen Milk from the beginning, he would've rejoiced and taken pleasure at their pain and suffering but now it was Frozen Milk who felt pain seeing his dear characters let their tears shamelessly flow knowing he'd go all soft on them.

For the beloved devil, fuck!

Frozen Milk turned from a hardcore scum to a limp wimp! It was a disgrace for a character like him, all the other authors would ridicule him if they saw what he turned into!

Frozen Milk sat in his room in the big mansion his characters bought and awaited his fate. He felt like a prisoner on death row, but that was exactly what he was! With no mercy or any rights to defend himself, handed to his demise just like that! And just like that, Frozen Milk gave in!

He didn't want to admit but he did love his characters dearly and somewhere deep down in his almost normal human-like beating heart he was reluctant to leave them behind.

"System, you still haven't implemented the return feature? What a useless pile of garbage you are!"

It was now a given that Frozen Milk didn't even try to sugarcoat his words, flatter the system anymore. Throughout his whole ordeal, his system just quietly stood by and snickered, this little abdominal creation snickered and snickered in the back of his mind, almost driving him insane.

Frozen Milk wished he could poke a hole in his head and fish around to finally pull out the system, throw it on the ground and step on it a few times, mow with a tractor over it a few times. He hoped it'd turn into a bloody masochist like his villain, a loyal little dog wanting to be punished.

Fuck! He couldn't believe he just wished for that, it was basically him admitting he liked his villain's pitiful character!

Frozen Milk stood up and was about to hammer his head against the wall in hopes he could wake up and this was all a dream. Yes, even after two years he still held this hope!

Frozen Milk was persistent in everything he did.

Suddenly, a knock freed Frozen Milk from his turbulent thoughts dragging him to hell that was reality.

"Frozen Milk are you there?"

Frozen Milk took a sharp breath, it was Prota. He debated if he should answer or not, or if maybe the small possibility existed that he could somehow avoid the meeting.

But of course not, Frozen Milk's face blanked for the 100 millionth time. Prota barged in like he belonged in here, right next to Frozen Milk.

"Frozen Milk! I missed you, you missed me too, right?" Prota knelt in front of Frozen Milk who sat on his bed. He took Frozen Milk's hands in his and looked up at him with puppy eyes.

Hope, anticipation and another crazy obsessed emotion was hidden behind them. Frozen Milk's heart skipped a beat. This was dangerous.

Frozen Milk could feel himself melting into butter in his protagonist's hands, so the latter could smear it all over his body and gloriously proclaim how much Frozen Milk loved him and how much he could pleasure himself with Frozen Milk.

At the various lewd and weird thoughts intruding Frozen Milk's mind, he immediately slapped Prota's hands away and stood up.

Frozen Milk coughed and put his hands behind his back. What Frozen Milk thought at this moment was that he must look like a scholar, dignified with a cultivated aura. Prota who adored and admired him regardless of what must be impressed by how esteemed Frozen Milk could be.

Just like Frozen Milk predicted, Prota crawled on his knees over to Frozen Milk with hearts literally shooting out of his eyes and clapped his hands,

"Oh, Frozen Milk you look amazing! You're indeed worthy of being my God!"

Frozen Milk's ego inflated triple the size until realisation pricked it with a needle and it immediately pathetically laid in Frozen Milk's bottom like a sad used condom that wasn't able to drink the milk since its owner was totally impotent.

Frozen Milk instantly stopped his ridiculous act and was baffled as to why he tried to impress his protagonist. He was a healthy, energy-driven top male!

"Yes, yes," Frozen Milk still didn't notice his habit of accidentally saying things out loud whenever he lulled himself in his false sense of pride.

"Frozen Milk, you're very happy to be spending time with me, right? You wish you could spend every day with me, don't you?" Prota was indeed like a puppy, it constantly needed the affirmation his owner loved him and clung onto him, happily enduring, thinking nothing of the times when it was pushed away.

Frozen Milk couldn't help but give in every time his characters wanted something from him. He had to learn it the hard way, even if he refused, there was no place for refusal!

So what was even the point of it? What was even the point of forming orders as fucking questions and leading Frozen Milk on with the hope he had a choice when he clearly didn't!

Frozen Milk was pissed when he thought about it and didn't realise that in the midst of his mental tumult, he grabbed Prota by the collar.

Prota blushed.

FUCK!

Frozen Milk immediately let him go but Prota grabbed Frozen Milk's hands again and used his slender, long fingers to caressed Frozen Milk's back. A shiver ran down Frozen Milk's spine. It was even icier when Frozen Milk had to admit he didn't dislike the touch.

"Frozen Milk, I love this side of you," Prota's eyes turned hazy again, "Is this your way of confessing your love to me? I love it very much, Frozen Milk! Very, very, very much!"

Prota kissed Frozen Milk's knuckles until to his fingertips. Everywhere the soft lips of Prota touched, it left behind a burning sensation. Frozen Milk was too stunned to let go.

"Frozen Milk, you love me the most, right?" with this Prota pushed Frozen Milk onto the bed and towered over him like a hungry beast ready to feast on its precious prey.

"Do you have to say my name all the time?" Frozen Milk was embarrassed by the countless times he was called by his pen name.

He randomly thought of one when he created his account, who knew it'd stuck with him for eternity because there was no option to change the name anymore! Frozen Milk has always been unlucky. He was aggrieved! The world was just against him!

"Do you dislike it?" Prota's face came closer, Frozen Milk was able to feel his hot breath.

"I-I do!" Frozen Milk for the first time in his life stuttered. He! The personification fo confidence! Stuttured! Unbelievable!

"Frozen Milk…"

"No!" Frozen Milk slapped his hands over Prota's mouth to stop the oncoming temptation.

"Frozen Milk…" Prota gently removed Frozen Milk's fingers and kissed them. Frozen Milk retracted them as fast as he could.

"Frozen Milk…" Prota's knee moved between Frozen Milk's legs.

Shock! Shock! A new sensation! Not good! Not good!

"Stay away! Stay away! For heaven's sake, get away from me!" Frozen Milk jumped back and hit his head.

"Fuck," he cursed.

"Are you alright?" Prota looked at him with worried eyes but Frozen Milk couldn't focus on anything but Prota's lips.

Where did his innocence go? Did it pack its luggage to camp in hell? Where did his innocent protagonist travel to? Flew to the Bermuda triangle to never be found?

"Y-You better stay away from! D-Don't come near me!" Frozen Milk sounded like a teenage girl trying to deny her attraction to the bad boy wanting to deflower her.

"I'm a fine man-"

"I know, Frozen Milk, you're really fine. Too fine!" Prota opened his arms to catch Frozen Milk yet Frozen Milk duck and sprinted out of the room.

How did everything go wrong? What was his resolve to become a monk and stay away from the storyline? What was up with Prota's insane speed? How was that fair? How???

Frozen Milk dared to glance behind him and immediately broke out in sweat. The sight was too frightening!!!