"ARGH!"
Her scream bounced off the trees, scattering birds into the air.
"Are you done?" Bubu asked, tone flat as a calm sea.
"No!" Isabella shouted immediately. "I am not done! You—you actually froze me! You control freak!"
"You refused to cooperate."
"That doesn't mean you get to turn me into a statue! What am I, your personal puppet?!"
"Correction: you are my host."
"Oh, don't even start with your technicalities right now," she snapped, struggling uselessly. "Unfreeze me, Bubu. I swear, if you don't unfreeze me right now, I will—I will—"
"You will what?"
"I will delete you!" she declared dramatically.
Bubu blinked once. "You cannot delete me. I am bound to your soul."
Isabella opened her mouth, then shut it. "Fine," she said finally, her voice lowering into a dangerous calm. "Then I'll jump off the mountain. Let's see how well your soul-bound contract works when I'm dead."
"That would not be productive."
"Neither is this conversation!"
"You're very emotional today."
