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Krosty The Snowman
Christmas. Silco never expected to last this long. Perhaps his ploy had worked. That there really was a God.
And then he wondered why he had dared to hope and when he had turned into a child.
Still, he reaches for the snowflakes falling through his open window. The blizzard in Piltover was worse than expected, for snow to fall so deep into Zaun. He vaguely makes a note of this. Should they press forward and break the ceasefire? Was there an advantage in doing so?
PLONK! A bomb dropped on his desk, disturbing his thoughts. A new design with the face of an unhinged snowman.
"Do you like it?" Her voice drifts from the rafters. Silco picks it up. It breaks apart under his touch, releases odourless gas.
"I didn't know Krosty was a favourite of yours."
"He is! And he can refreeze himself. Like in the song!" The snowman bomb automatically reforms into a bomb in Silco's hand, flies back towards Jinx in the rafters.
Silco reaches for an almanac buried in his desk. Flips through it to check on today's blizzard.
"He doesn't refreeze himself at the end. He dies."
"No he doesn't!"
Silco pulls a piece of paper towards him. Starts making notes from the almanac.
"Yes he does."
Jinx appears on his desk. His papers fly around them. Silco pulls the almanac away from the mess, continues making notes.
"He doesn't die! Where did you learn to read?"
Silco stops writing. He needs to impart this message on Jinx before it is too late, but he wishes he knew how. "Death comes for us all, child."
"You're telling me?" Jinx aims a finger gun at the ceiling and pulls the thumb trigger. Silco grabs her wrist. This is important, why can she not see?
"You know, but you don't. Nobody is immortal, Jinx. Nobody." Even me, he wants to say, but cannot bring himself to. Because he doesn't want to hurt her, or worse, himself.
Jinx jerks her hand away, annoyed. "I know, I know. Gee, lighten up why don't ya? It's nearly Christmas."
Jinx disappears back to the rafters. And the moment is lost. Silco gathers his notes and a map of Piltover.
"We need to mobilise the War Council. The blizzard has presented us an opportunity to strike."
Jinx suddenly appears beside him. They leave together.
Jinx drops the act, grabs his hand. "I know everyone's gonna die one day. It's like Science or something." Silco glances at Jinx, barely believing. Did his message actually sink through?
Jinx pushes an unhinged snowman bomb in his hand. She disappears as the bomb breaks apart and releases a scent of rotten eggs in the air. He raises his head and sees Jinx at the bottom of the staircase. The snowman bomb flies out of his hand towards hers, reforming itself in mid air.
"Except Krosty. Krosty refreezes himself."