Chapitre 46: Chapter Forty-six (interlude)
You don't dream much nowadays. Or if you do it's one of those Salvador Dalí-esque dreams where if you try to run it feels like your body is submerged in glue and everything looks like it's from the uncanny valley. You guess it's the price you must pay for living a dream, which you don't mind doing one bit.
But recently you've been having a recurring... nightmare of sorts. There is nothing scary about it, it's quite monotonous in fact. But it's oppressive and odd enough to unnerve you.
The whole thing entails you walking through dark corridors in a nearly silent building where you only hear some rather... animalistic noises. This time it's no different.
However as you hear something large being slammed shut near you the dream ends and you awaken... Only now you aren't in your room. Far from it.
Looking around you realize you are in Champas palace, quite far from your bedroom and rather close to the kitchen. Shaking your head you sigh. "I'd appreciate if you didn't take me for a ride like this... Y'know if you told me what you wanted so badly maybe we could-"
But before you could continue to talk to "yourself" you hear some more clattering coming from the kitchen. Okay... what?"
Cautiously approaching the area you start noticing more and more alarming things.
The lights are on. Cool air flows out, meaning whoever slammed the fridge door did such a good job that it popped back open. Turning around the corner you see the figure responsible for all this and it's... well it's not pretty.
"Vados?" You ask her in your groggy state and almost trip over an empty bottle lying by your feet.
"Oooops! Did I *hic* wake you uuuup? Teehee!
Sorry!" She greets you by shaking the glass in her hand. "Comecome! Sit down! I could use the company!"
As you approach her things become more and more evident. Her cheeks are a darker shade of red, she smells like a brewery with an irish orgy going on in it and she wobbles around as she's sitting still. "You are smashed..."
"Guilty *hic* as charged! So come oooon. I don't want to drink alone anymore!"
As you walk over to her you realize she's in a completely different outfit than usual and she let down her hair. When you first came here you assumed she just doesn't have BO and wears the same outfit every day but no.
You helped her with laundry numerous times and saw her wardrobe full of identical outfits.
But you've never seen this night gown of hers.
"Uuuugh... I never should've showed you drinking."
"To be fair *hic* you didn't show me. You just show- Shower... Showwwed... me your planets drinks."
"Yeah yeah. Come on. You committed enough warcrimes on your liver girl. It's time for bed."
"Nooooooo~" She resists like a little girl being told it's past her bedtime. Not feeling like putting up with her shit, especially after Buu made you sleepwalk you scoop her up and take her to her room in a bridal carry.
"Ooooh myyy~ You're so strong and soooo kind Eric." She then wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you in for a hug.
Unfortunately for you... "V-Vados! Let go! I appreciate it but we'll fall if you keep pushing your chest into my face!"
"Nohohoooo! You're such a good boy and nobody appreciates you! Squish squish!"
"P-Please!" As the entirety of Italy's cuisine forcefully evacuates your pockets you carry her back to her room and like the good little girl she is, you tuck her in. "Good night Vados."
"Good night..." And as she gets to snoring, you go back and clean up the mess she left in the kitchen.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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