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(I didn't really edit this a lot, but here's just a quick one shot featuring some of my OCs).

The plan is simple. In thirty minutes there would only be two more hours until I was allowed to go on my break. At that time, instead of heading into the staff room I’m going to head out the back of the building. I’ll leave Dallas to man the cash register by himself. If all this goes terribly wrong and I never come back at least the cash register will be in good hands. I can’t think of anyone that I’d trust more than Dallas with such a task.
Except for maybe Ara. But I know Ara, and I know that he’d roll his eyes at the suggestion. “Don’t be ridiculous, Andor,” he’d say, “You think I’m going to med school so that I can make coffee?” This kind of work is beneath him. He’s overqualified, which makes him perfectly qualified when you really think about it. If you can perform an appendectomy then you can almost certainly make a latte.
But I don’t care about what Ara thinks. If he doesn’t want to help hold down the fort then he doesn’t get any ice cream, which I know he won’t want anyways because he hates the cold (I’m going to have to ask him how he managed to live in Montreal for 18 years. I’ve never been but I hear the winters are way worse than they are here…)
Once I clock out for my break I’m going to head out the back door. Not the front. It’s too risky. I can’t risk being seen. Can’t risk getting caught.
You’d think that for a place that prides itself on having seemingly great weather compared to the rest of the country that maybe there’d be more ice cream places in the area. Especially in a really touristy area like Gastown. Lucky for me though, the closest one is only a five minute walk from my work. I can get there in like three or maybe even two minutes if I run. It’s too hot outside. I won’t run. I’ll just walk really fast. Since I’ll take the back alleyways, I won’t have to worry about crowds. That’ll buy me some time. No, really. It’s peak tourist season which means there’s going like ten times as many people on the sidewalks. Ten times the amount of people posing in front of the Steam Clock that everyone loves so much. They won’t be in the alleys and the backroads though. I’m not counting on running into anyone. If I do, I’ll just ignore them. I won’t make eye contact. I’ll just keep walking. They won’t bother me as long as I don’t bother them. If anyone tries to stop me, maybe I’ll just throw a dumpster at them with my mind or something.
I’ll come in through the back. But first, I’ll use my powers to turn off all the lights. I’ll shut off all the electricity. I’ve never done anything like that, but how hard can it be? Everyone inside will start to freak out. Probably not a lot, but they won’t be counting on a power outage on a clear summer day like this. It’ll confuse them. They’ll look around the little ice cream shop, wondering what the hell just happened. They may even try to flick some of the light switches on and off, just to make sure the power is really gone, and it will be. They won’t even notice me sneaking in, but I’ll put on a ski mask just in case. Maybe, just for good measure I’ll use my powers to destroy the security cameras if there are any. Just in case. You can never be too careful.
So it’ll be pitch dark. The security cameras are gone. I’ll sneak in and grab as much ice cream as I can. I haven’t quite decided whether I’m going to just take a bunch of cups and shovel as much ice cream into them as I can or whether I’ll just grab an entire tub of ice cream and make a run for it. Sometimes you have to just make these decisions in the moment. The first option would allow me to sample more flavours. The second is probably more efficient. Regardless of what I decide, I’ll try to make sure I get a scoop of cookie dough ice cream for Dallas.
I’ll leave the way I came in: Quietly and through the back. I’ll make my way back to work as quickly as I can, through the back roads again, of course. I want to say that no one will ask questions, but if I saw someone walking through downtown Vancouver carrying a large tub of ice cream I’d probably have a few questions myself. Specifically, I’d want to know where they are going with all that ice cream, and if I can come too. So, if anyone asks I’ll need to have a story straight.
I’ll tell them that I’m supposed to be delivering this ice cream to a nearby store. My delivery truck broke down a couple blocks down, and my coworker is dealing with it. I’ll say that I just decided to do some of the deliveries on foot since we didn’t want all the ice cream to melt in the truck. Wait no. Because then they’ll be wondering where the truck is. And who keeps ice cream in a non refrigerated truck? No one, that’s who.
Maybe I’ll just tell them to mind their business. No, that’s kind of rude. I’ll just say I bought it and am bringing it back to my apartment. I’ll say that I have a friend who works at an ice cream shop and sometimes he lets me get lots of ice cream for really cheap. They probably won’t ask why I’m carrying it instead of say driving, but I have an answer prepared anyways. It's an easy one, too. I live in the area. It’s a nice day. I don’t have a car. All of which are true anyways. And Ara says I never think things through. I’ll show him.
When I arrive back at work, I’ll hide the ice cream in the walk in freezer. It’s just me and Dallas for now anyways, but I’ll keep it hidden behind some boxes just in case someone else comes in. If I have time, I’ll grab a spoon and just dig in. It’s foolproof. The Great Ice Cream Invasion will be a success. I look at the clock. In a little over twenty five minutes, there’ll only be two hours until I go on my break. In a little over twenty five minutes, there will be only two hours until I have pull off the greatest Ice Cream Heist and I will be indulging in some sweet, mint chocolatey goodness.

“What I want to know is this, Andor,” Ara says from the other side of the counter, “Where do you plan on getting the ski mask?”
“A ski mask?” Dallas asks before I get a chance to answer, “The hell do you need a ski mask for?”
Ara smirks and says, “Andor’s daydreaming about robbing an ice cream store again.”
“Again?”
“Why is this surprising to you?” He asks Dallas, “This is like the fourth time this week.” He folds his arms across his chest and adds, “But part of his plan involves him needing a ski mask to hide his identity, so I want to know is where he plans on getting one.”
He’s right. I know he is and I hate it. He always has to be right about everything, and I hate it so much. I can’t even daydream without him trying to correct me. I hope he knows I’m not actually going to rob an ice cream place. Idiot. He probably does know, but he's still an idiot.
“I know,” Ara says, “But I’m mostly just curious at this point. So, where are you getting the ski mask?”
“How do you know I don’t already have one on me?”
“Because it’s nearly thirty degrees out,” he says, “And I know how much you hate the heat so I know that you probably wouldn’t have thought to pack a ski mask when you left this morning. Do you even own a ski mask?”
“The ski mask wasn’t that important anyways,” I point out, “Once I cut the power it’ll be so dark that no one will be able to see my face anyways. If anything it’s just for dramatic effect, you know?”
Ara looks over his shoulder, out towards the window. Fuck. I already know what he’s going to say. Goddammit.
“Does this ice cream shop not have windows?”
I throw my hands up in frustration. “For fuck’s sake, Ara! Just let me daydream in peace!”
Are opens up his wallet and pulls out two crisp five dollar bills. He places them down on the counter and slides them towards me. “Here,” he says, “Some money for the two of you to enjoy some legally obtained ice cream after your shifts.”
I reach for it slowly. I’m half expecting him to pull it away. I put my hand down on the money. He doesn’t move. He remains almost completely still, but his eyes are still fixated on the two bills.
“Don’t say I never do anything for you,” Ara says.
“You never do anything for me.”
“Don’t push it.”
I snatch the money off the counter and shove it into my pocket before he can change his mind.

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Calix felt himself being summoned and followed it. He appeared in a dark room, there could have been windows in it, but they would be covered. As Calix looked he knew exactly what to say, "Egan, what did you do?"
Egan jumped up out of nowhere and walked over. "Why would you think i did anything, i'd never do anything. I'M INNOCENT."
"Yeah, sure you are." Calix nodded.
"I can protest his innocence." A voice said then also appeared out of the shadows, it was Echo.
"Just tell me why I'm here and why it is so dark."
Echo sighed and sat on the floor, "Well you see I was going about my own business, reaping some unfortunate souls. Then suddenly that pyromaniac called me with a dare proposal-"
"I called her because I was bored and full of ideas, I said 'Hey if you can take souls do you have the ability to put souls into stuff?' Then-"
"Then I told him that was stupid. But I wasn't about to lose so I made some ice cream come to life. One thing leads to another and now were here…"
Calix sighed, sure that answered something, but not what he wanted answered. "What is happening?"
Egan glared at Echo then smiled back at Calix, "Ice Cream is invading the city thanks to Miss Reaper."
"Have you tried walking out there and just heating up everything, they are just ice cream. Also have you, Echo, tried taking their souls back." There was complete silence in the room. Nobody was saying anything, it was clear…. they didn't think. "GO!" They both ran out, Egan burning a hole in the door as he ran out and Echo carefully stepping though it. Yeah, Calix would get them back for wasting his time, soon enough.
It took several hours but when Echo and Egan returned to the dark room he knew they were done. "Alright, so I'll see you both on Saturday for Laser tag, or arson. Thanks for wasting my time, bye." With that Calix disappeared back to where he needed to be, far away from those two.

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Prompt: The sky is clear, the wind is cool, and wait…. Is that a building falling. Wait I thought the city was supposed to be here. What is happening?