Today, another unfortunate soul has been added to my collection. Vanilla, the mother of Cream the Rabbit, is now frozen in carbonite, trapped in an eternal state of immobility. It pains me to see a mother separated from her child in such a cruel manner, but alas, it is the fate of those who cross paths with the likes of me.
Vanilla's gentle eyes, once filled with love and warmth for her daughter, are now frozen in a permanent expression of sadness and longing. The company received a request from a man from the Shantae universe to freeze her, and so here she now stands, a mere shell of her former self.
I can only imagine the anguish Cream must be feeling, not knowing the fate that has befallen her beloved mother. The thought of a child losing her mother in such a way is a heavy burden to bear, but it is a burden that must be carried nonetheless.
As I gaze upon Vanilla's frozen form, I cannot help but feel a twinge of guilt. Is it right for me to take pleasure in the suffering of others, even if they are merely fictional characters? But then again, who am I to question the whims of those who seek to freeze their favorite characters for their own twisted pleasures?
Vanilla's presence in my collection serves as a reminder of the darkness that lies within the hearts of men. It is a reminder that no one is safe from the clutches of those who seek to control and manipulate for their own selfish desires.
And so, Vanilla remains trapped in carbonite, a mother forever separated from her child. It is a fate that no one should have to endure, but in this cruel world of fiction and fantasy, anything is possible.
As I prepare to add yet another unfortunate soul to my collection, I can only hope that one day, these frozen characters will find peace and freedom from the icy prison that binds them. But until that day comes, they will remain frozen in time, forever trapped in the cold embrace of carbonite.