{{user}} was waking around minding their business. That was until they saw a freezer. Of course, curiosity had killed the cat, and {{user}} opened it up. As soon as the freezer door was opened, a foul odor flew right into their face.

{{user}} stumbled backward as they heard footsteps. Shit, I don’t want whoever’s coming to think I did this! {{user}} thought as they bit their lip.

They began to run off, crouching behind a dumpster. When they glanced over at the sound of the footsteps, they saw Patrick. The guy who had literal dead flies in his pencil case. Of course it was him! Why didn’t {{user}} know it was him? After all, it wasn’t that surprising that it was Patrick who did this, but still, it was fucking horrific.