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[Other Original] What's Cooking In the Horror Kitchen?

Palamon

Silence is Purple
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    Hi, there! Welcome to What's Cooking in the Horror Kitchen? My next story within Siorc's multiverse involving a version of Siorc that is an aspiring chef who wants to open a restaurant that makes food from all cultures across the world! But, little does he know he's about to have a ghostly surprise in his kitchen... It'll be about 26 chapters, enjoy!

    Dish 1: The Steak Monster


    "Hi there, my name is Siorc Ingne, the
    Ever energetic, but silent hyena chimera
    Living in the dorms of Cultural Culinary Arts Institute. But,
    Let me start by saying, my journey is
    Over today! That's right,

    I'm graduating, and I'm receiving
    My culinary license. I'm

    So excited to one day open my own restaurant rich
    In food from every single culture across the world!
    Oh, and now that I'm free, maybe I'll travel! Well, first I need to
    Return to my home. I have a pretty huge family.
    Chimeras, you see, are human appearing creatures, but have some traits of animals.

    I am called Siorc because of my shark brain.
    Now, I am just
    Going to reveal it! Right
    Now, so I am the valedictorian,
    Ehehe, that's pretty awesome,

    Isn't it? I was the highest

    Acheiver here at this college. It
    Might have almost six years to

    Get here, because I went for a master's, but it was
    Rather worth it! And, I
    Am the top performer. I
    Don't think I could have done it if I studied anywhere else.
    Uh, anyway, my graduation is today,
    And I am excited.
    Though, I won't be giving my speech,
    I wrote it down, but I am honestly
    Not a talker. I'm
    Going to be a little more honest about that

    For a moment, I've never
    Regarded myself as much
    Of a talker, I know that
    Might come off

    As incredibly ironic since I'm a hyena

    Chimera, but I am just not someone who speaks.
    Uh, for starters, I don't
    Like my voice, so
    I use other methods of communication instead.
    Now, a lot of people
    Are wondering how a
    Rather silent person like me got valedictorian.
    Yes, I know, it's an

    Absolute shocker, isn't it? It's
    Rather perplexing, hmm?
    To be honest, it really isn't.
    Simply put, I just

    Continued to get the best grades
    Of everyone here, and it
    Lead me to getting the top grade point average.
    Look, it's not about sociability.
    Everything is about
    Grades. I never,
    Ever went to parties, never accepted invitations

    To bars, and the like.
    Of course people assumed I
    Don't have friends because of that, but
    Actually, I do. But, most people assume I'm a never
    Yielding loser who is

    A stick in the mud. But, I am
    Simply not.

    Though, I suppose I can
    Hardly blame people for assuming this. I'm not
    Especially the loudest nor do I hang out

    Very often, but I
    Am not a complete stick in the mud.
    Look, I found some chimeras who aren't
    Especially loud party animals.
    Don't get me wrong,
    I have met a whole ton of
    Completely off
    The cuff party animals
    Over the course of six years I've been here, but I
    Rained on their parade
    In seconds, so pretty much
    All of them
    Never tried to invite me to drink with them

    Again. In any case,
    Starting tomorrow, I

    Am a free hyena.

    Hopefully, I will get enough funds to open my restaurant within a
    Year! I don't
    Even know if that's possible, it might
    Not be, but I'll put my
    Absolute all into it!

    Counting the days I'll finally
    Have my dream eatery.
    I don't know when that
    Might be, but with my
    Enthusiasm maybe I'll get funds
    Relatively quickly!
    After all, I can make cuisines from all around the world.

    I have what it takes,

    Have what it takes to
    Absolutely prove to this world there's a
    Decillion recipes that I can do!

    That's a bit
    Of an exaggeration, but I can do anything! Any

    Recipe will do. Pretty much,
    I can do any cuisine,
    So I think a restaurant run by me will
    End up being famous, end

    Up on television, but I don't care about fame.
    Probably, anyway.

    But I do care about being the
    Ultimate flavor spreader across
    The globe! Which,

    I know I'm capable of, of course!

    Do I think
    It'll all go easily for me? I
    Don't know, but of course,

    I'm going to
    Try my best!

    You know the key to success is
    Always being ready for anything, and
    You bet I'm ready for anything!"


    A short, young adult feminine appearing college student with long dark purple hair that went down to about the chest stretched the hands out as the dorm room alarm clock rang within every single dormitory within the Cultural Culinary Arts Institute. Sun beams hitting the window, the person put on a warm smile. Calendar date in the corner reading, graduation with a huge exclamation point, the person sighed longingly.

    Today was the day, graduation day. After six years at this establishment and hundreds of hours of cooking, the person would finally be culinarily licensed. Finally, after all the countless tests. After all the many days of studying and learning about new flavors, it all paid off. Hyena tail swishing from behind, the almost graduate let out a quiet sigh.

    To all the people that said a hyena chimera could never graduate in the culinary art field, they had been proven wrong. Were the humans watching? They'd better, because every single one of them were about to be so embarrassed. That's right, their faces will all be red from being so cooked when they saw the person being addressed as valedictorian! Cracking the knuckles energy was flowing in through the roof. But, someone soon ruined it.

    "Siorc, are you going to just sit there looking pretty?" roommate number one asked. "We have to clean out our dorm before graduation this evening! Don't you have to go to the airport at like, four in the morning?"

    "I mean, like, dude, he's probably thinking about his valedictorian speech," roommate number two said. "Kinda wild a hyena chimera got that here. I'm just sayin', bro, you're gonna get a lot of angry stares at you in the gymnasium." He then sighed. "Your interpreter or whatever still readin' your speech, right?"

    Reminder coming his way, the hyena shrugged. So, what if he was going to receive some pushback for being valedictorian? He worked hard and studied all kinds of world cuisines for this! Who cares if people will glare at him? In the end, it was worth it! After all these years, that restaurant dream he had could finally be a reality! Reaching for his food notes tablet, he scribbled away upon the screen.

    [It's fine. People can stare at me all they want. Maybe it'll make some of the slacking students want to pick up the pace and be more like me.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Right, I mean, sure bro," roommate number two said. "Honestly, ain't so sure about that. But, maybe a few chimeras might want to outdo you in the next semester or something." They then sighed. "Anyway, no more dillydallying. Hurry up and get dressed so we can start cleaning out our room!"

    Running into the shared restroom, the food enthusiast gazed at the reflection in the mirror. Mismatched purple and green eyes as vibrant as ever, a bright green night shirt with sleeping pandas and the text napping queen had been practically tossed across the room. Dark purple pants folded up as well, a plain white t-shirt with a fork on it slightly curved towards a meatball had soon taken its place.

    Pitch black floor length skirt pulled over him, the young adult pulled his hair into a high ponytail. Fork shaped hairpins and earrings clipped down, the hyena opened the cabinet. Time to get rid of everything in here. Objects removed from the top shelf one after another, the almost graduate headed off towards the shared closet.

    Suitcase removed, the chimera sped off like lightning. Better hurry and pack everything. When was the graduation ceremony again? Ah, right, at five sharp. And, when did he have to be in the gymnasium? An hour before, right. There was hardly any time to lose. Coats slammed in one after another, the chimera rushed towards the drawers, in a heartbeat.

    "Bro, you know you can't wear that skirt to graduation, you gotta follow the men's dress code," roommate number two said. "You know that, right?"

    Fingers pointing his way, the almost graduate rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. Of course he'd bring up that nonsense now. Did he forget who he was looking at right now? The valedictorian, like hello? He sees that must have slipped their mind just now! Maybe he ought to remind them! Tablet out and about, he scribble away on the screen.

    [I got permission to wear a skirt, okay? Don't worry about it. Shouldn't you be packing up your side of the room?] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Dude, unlike you, I'm almost done already," roommate number two said. "I don't have a gazillion things to put away."

    "Same, I don't have a lot to pack either," roommate number one said. "Unlike you, I live in this country. "Doesn't your family live in like, Venice Italy or something?"

    [No, I live in Mestre, when did I ever say I lived in Venice? I live next to Venice. Do you Americans ever listen when we talk to you?] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Aight, so I forgot, whatever, sue me bro," roommate number one said. "So, all your chimera pals live in there, right?"

    [Shouldn't we be finishing cleaning up our dorm now?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Was just askin', bro, no need to get all defensive," roommate number one said, sighing. "But, you're right, let's finish cleaning. We gotta be outta here by two."

    Dashing towards the drawers, the hyena could not help but put on a somber smile as the bright green apron with the text, do not kiss the cook it's gross had been pulled out. This cloth had gotten him through thick and thin here over the past six years. And now, someday, it would be known worldwide in his future restaurant. Clothes folded up and put away, he rummaged through his other belongings.

    Collection of extremely unrealistic food and nature manga crammed into the suitcase, the hyena pocketed his tiny little jewelry box in his back skirt pocket. Containers finally empty, he tossed the various plushies into the box as well. Posters of various cooking celebrities tossed away, he brushed his hands together. One day, he'll surpass them all. He won't be needing these anymore.

    Gazing at the time, the food enthusiast removed a sheet of papers from his binder. Valedictorian speech printed on top, he cruised over it for a moment. Was his communication assistant really going to be able to read all this? What if they slipped up and said something stupid? But, he shook his head. No, no, it'll all be fine, right, they practiced this for months now. And, besides, the slideshow would be running, too, it would be fine.

    Suitcase slung over the shoulder, the chimera bid farewell to the dormitories. So long, sleeping quarters, farewell. May someone who is actually willing to put in the effort for culinary art studies be assigned this room in the next semester. Plopping the container into his roommate's trunk, the party of two glared at him for a moment once more.

    "You ready?" roommate number one asked.

    "I'm ready to bid this institution goodbye," roommate number two said. "You?"

    "Yeah, I mean, I got a gig with the local pizza joint right after graduation, so I'm set," roommate number one said. "And, you?"

    "Dunno, thinking of starting an online food delivery service for unusual cuisine," roommate number two said. "We'll see. What 'bout you, Siorc?"

    Question coming his way, the chimera shrugged. He thought he told these two multiple times he was planning on opening his own restaurant someday in the heart of the world. Wouldn't it be grand if he could open it up straight where the old capital of the world was in Rome? But, ah, that was just a pipe dream for now.

    [Someday, I'd like to open a restaurant that offers all the types of cuisine in the world.] Slow sliding text across the tablet said.

    "Ah, right, forgot 'bout that. Well, good luck to you, bro," roommate number two said. "Anyway, we should probably get our caps and gowns on. Gotta get to the gymnasium soon."

    Pitch black cap and gown handed to him, the hyena slipped the cloth on. Gazing upwards towards the sky, he let out a sigh. He would never have to see these dirty, polluted smoke filled skies again after today. So long, United Flop of America, may he never have to walk on this soil again. All those humans who laughed at him and called him names for attending here, they'd better watch him because he's going to have the best cultural restaurant in the world.

    Bidding farewell to all the professors in the last few hours remaining, a small somber look painted the chimera's face. Hopefully, the next semester's freshman wouldn't give the teachers a hard time. He had heard from various that recipe comprehension was at an all time low. But, oh, well, not his problem.

    Gymnasium filled to the brim early, the almost graduate prepared himself. Seated in the front row, the young adult broke out into a sweat. This speech, would it go well? What if he flipped to the wrong slide? He definitely would, wouldn't he? Ah no, no, stay calm, it'll all go fine. Right, it would go swimmingly. Of course he would. His communication assistant was with him, after all. They practiced.

    Middle aged human standing at the podium, the microphone soon screeched up a storm. A million different announcements going off at once, the food enthusiast almost wanted to bite his nails. Any second now, and he would say, and now, our valedictorian will give a speech. Ah, no, was the slideshow ready? No, it definitely wasn't, oh, no.

    "And now, our valedictorian, Siorc Ingne will be presenting a speech," the dean up front said.

    Eyes glued to him, the chimera broke into a sweat. Why did everyone have to look at him like that? Stepping up to the podium, a brown haired bespectacled woman stood in the corner with a microphone. Little button hidden behind his hand, the sea kept growing bigger. Please, please go well. No mistakes now.

    "Thank you for this honor, my name is Siorc Ingne, I know I have always been the quiet one, but learning here for the past six years has been a dream come true," his communication assistant read out loud with a little too much enthusiasm. "I learned so much about the culinary arts, and I hope to spread as many flavors across the world as possible someday. Thank you, with all my heart for letting me study here!"

    Stares getting sharper, the hyena flipped to the next slide in a frantic manner. Ah, those stares, he knew what the students were whispering. Why did they let this guy be valedictorian? Shaking it all off, the second and final portion of the slides had been ready to go, but the stares had only begun to get stronger as the seconds waved onward.

    "I hope that any future student who comes here finds the joys of cooking all kinds of dishes from around the world and spreads their admiration for the culinary arts for years to come. Cultural Culinary Arts Institute is the highest, and pristine place to learn about cooking and baking," the communication assistant read out loud with just a little too much enthusiasm. "Long live the CCARTI, I'll never forget my time here on this campus. I know as a hyena chimera, many thought I'd never stand upon this stage, but today, I proved every single one of you wrong! And, one day, you'll all be eating at my restaurant!"

    Eyes glued to him, the graduate broke into a sweat. Ah, he should have deleted that last few bit of sentences from the script, why didn't he? Whispers under their breath only getting louder, he swore he could hear someone say karma would come for him. But, he threw such thoughts off the podium. Ah, no, he was hearing things, for sure. Silly eardrums, the pressure was just getting to him, that's all.

    Diploma handed to him, the hyena soon bowed. Returning to his seat, the hours passed by slowly. Man, he never realized how many people were getting their degrees today. Few other chimeras getting theirs as well, he pumped his fist off towards the skies. He definitely proved everyone here wrong, a hyena chimera can become valedictorian. Take that, every single human out there who told him he couldn't!

    Ceremony coming to an end, the chimera threw his cap up into the air. As of this second, he was an alumni. Would people remember his name on the wall of fame? Ah, maybe not in the next year or so, but maybe in the next decade. After all, he's going to have the best cultural restaurant in the world! America had better watch out. Their dumb deep dish pizzas wouldn't hold a candle to him.

    Going for one last round of dinner at the diner, the young adult swore he could see someone constantly staring at him with sharp intense daggers. But, he brushed such off. Ah, well, whoever they were, he'd never see them again anyway. He supposed it was natural for people to be jealous of him, he was the valedictorian after all. But, why was he getting this sudden eerie feeling that someone wanted to get back at him for something? Munching away at the triple paddied burger, he hummed away. Starting tomorrow, it's back to home base.

    Late evening soon passing by, the hyena bid farewell to his roommates one last time. May they find success in their careers in the future. Woohber driver pulling up against the curb, he pulled the door closed slowly but surely. Airport location typed into a phone, the hyena placed his hands on the back of his head.

    Driver up front calling out to him to wake up, the chimera flinched. Ah, had he fallen asleep? Silly him! Dude up front asking if this was his stop, he gazed at the window. O'Hare International Airport, when was the last time he came here again? Ah, right, six years ago. America hadn't rubbed off on him, right? He remembered when he was a little kid after moving from Wales to Italy people said he had the Wales chimera look to him. Whatever that meant. Would his siblings say that he vibrated Murican energy, or something? Oh, boy, please no. Please, no.

    Stupidly tiresome security checks taking what felt like a million years, the college graduate let out a groan. Man, why did these airports have to check every single one of his pockets? Human hands, they were so slimy. Watching as his luggage went through some checking process, his tablet nearly fell out of his pocket. Gah, one wrong move and it would have been a goner.

    Pressing onwards towards the seventh gate as the flight towards Italy was called, the hyena gazed at his passport. After this second, his stay in this hot, infernal landscape would finally come to an end. So long, judgmental humans. Goodbye, annoying creepers who had choice words to say about him, may they burn their fingers on the stovetop by accident!

    Plane kicking off, the chimera cracked open a book entitled, Secrets about Nature. Announcer crying out for everyone to hang tight this would be a ten hour long flight, he swore he could see bright golden eyes staring at him from the seats in the other row. But, the hyena tuned such out. Ah, no, he was seeing things surely. Maybe he was turning the pages a little too loud.

    Turning on an in-flight movie, a little cartoon about seeking out the legendary green spider lilies played. Feeling himself doze off halfway through, the chimera closed his eyes. Wake him up when this flight is over, so long.

    ->

    "We are now landing. Welcome to Mestre, Italy. Please remain seated, and remember to take all your belongings," the announcer said on the loudspeaker.

    Eyes popping open, the chimera rubbed the lids. Ah, he was back home already? Man, he slept through the whole movie! Well, oh well, he had seen that animation at least a dozen times at this point, it's not like he missed anything. Removing his luggage from the top, he took out his phone. Text messages from his brother telling him to come to the entrance, they're waiting for him, he almost let out a sea of tears. He thought everyone worked today, but he supposed he thought wrong.

    Dragging his luggage through the area, the hyena turned his head towards the right and left. Why did he still feel like there were scary eyes glued to him? He didn't know. But, he shook his head. No, he was imagining it. Maybe he was walking too loud! Right, that's all it was, he needed to stop being so nervous, right, it would be fine. He knew his tail attracted too much attention sometimes.

    Seeing a sign off in the distance labelled Siorc, the young adult sprinted towards the finish line. After six years, he was finally home. Finally back where he belonged in good old Italy. He could hardly believe the time had finally arrived. Spotting a dark sky through the windows in the corner, he reached for his phone. Ah, right, it was seven hours later over here.

    "Welcome home, kid," a deep, base voice said. "Heard you got valedictorian. Proud of you."

    Holding the sign up in the corner had been a tall adult man with short pine green hair pulled into a high ponytail. Blue violet eyes highlighted by intense dark circles, his face had been decorated with countless large hyena spots. Seeing such, the food enthusiast almost looked away. Pira never concealed his spots? How did he not get embarrassed by that? But, he supposed at his ripe old age of almost twenty five, he shouldn't care about such things anymore.

    "Siorc, I'm so glad your back!" a high pitched voice cried. "Mom's cooking still sucks, but since you're back, she doesn't have to be in the kitchen anymore and burn everything she touches!"

    Standing in the corner with a messenger back on the side of her waist had been a young adult hyena chimera woman with long curly emerald green hair pulled into a left swept ponytail. Green eyes to match, she adorned a mouse belly shirt. He had heard Hase hadn't been doing so well in her performing arts college, did she switch majors by now? For some reason, she almost never texted him.

    "Yeah, Siorc, for the past few years, foods sucked so hard!" another high pitched voice cried. "We're so glad you're back!"

    Smiling next to Hase had been a short young adult woman with light purple hair that went down to about her chest. Violet eyes to match, her hyena spots had been covered by boatloads of makeup. Bright yellow summer dress practically flowing on the outside breeze, he almost did a double take. It would seem Leah's journey to womanhood has been going quite well. At least, from the looks of it.

    "Dear, I wouldn't say that, mom tries her best," a tenor but charmingly feminine voice said. "But, your cooking always hit the spot."

    Standing with their fingers in hand heart pose had been a slightly taller adult feminine individual with light violet hair pulled into a low bun. Blue hairpin stuck to the back of it, their light green eyes had been decorated with glittering mascara. Lavender dress with ribbon straps, the chimera put on a smile. He sees Natalie's journey to womanhood had been going great as well.

    "I dunno, like, she's trying," an alto voice said. "Barely, but she's trying. More than what I can say for pops. He doesn't even cook."

    Scratching his head in the corner had been a rather tall adult blending masculinity and femininity together in a sandwich. Spiky radioactive green hair that went down to about his chin with some loose spiky portions going over his shoulders, his pupils matched almost exactly. Man, Strix never changed. He almost never saw him. He recalled when he was little when Hase asked why don't they all see him during the day. He recalled how shocked his little pea brain was learning about nocturnality. He supposed he was lucky to see him right now, it was after dark after all. Dumb and obnoxious yellow vest with polka sleeves sticking out, he almost wanted to slap a palm on his face. And, same fashion sense he had six years ago when he left for the comedian academy, or whatever he called it.

    "I mean, can ya blame th' guy, he works seven days a week!" an alto, but gruff voice cried. "But, eh, it's good Siorc came back. We all tried learning to cook, but we all suck at it."

    Talking with his hands in the corner had been a short adult feminine, excuse him, manly looking person with long light green hair pulled into a low ponytail. Red earring tassels, his emerald eyes looked like they were done with this world. Adorning a pitch black band shirt with a crying sun on it, he always wondered how Varg never got tired of listening to Samsara. Eh, whatever, it is what it is. Deigr and Coiote nowhere to be seen, he reached for the tablet.

    [Where are Deigr and Coiote?] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "I dunno, they're out with their boyfriends," Varg said, shaking his head then shrugging. "We told them you were comin' home, but they told us that they're not cancellin'." He sighed. "Dunno. Maybe they'll be home tomorrow, or the next day."

    Boyfriends mentioned, the hyena shrugged. He remembered the late summer he left for America those two were trying over and over to start a family. Had that still been difficult? Well, oh well, they were in their late thirties now, he hardly had any connection with those two. He should have known they wouldn't come. Oh, well, some things never changed, did they?

    "Well, let's go home, kiddo," Pira said. "Don't worry, we didn't rent your room out to anyone while you were gone. Though, Deigr and Coiote might have tried that a few times with one of their many boyfriends. But, we locked your door so they couldn't."

    Hearing such, the food enthusiast let out a groan. Deigr and Coiote were the same as always, huh? How tiresome. Maybe it was better they hadn't come to see him. They should just hurry up and get married already and move out. But, he kept such thoughts to himself. Not like he'd ever say that out loud. Walking off towards the minivan, he seated himself in the back. How he missed this big old hummer.

    Face practically glued to the window, the chimera could not help but feel a tang of pain at some of the sights before him. The small comic book store he used to go to after school was a printing press now? Man, it was the twenty first century, who even did that anymore? Hip and popping restaurants replaced with multiple other stores as well, he became crestfallen. So much had changed since he was last here. Where did all the nice restaurants go?

    "Yeah, so, a lot of the eateries we went to closed a couple years go," Strix said. "Dunno why, they said something about a curse. Like, some gigantic steak monster came by one day and threatened to kill? But, the owner was a bit on the loopy side."

    [Are there any new restaurants that were built while I was gone?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Well, plenty, yeah," Strix said. "You gonna try them out while you're looking for work?"

    [Of course I am. I have to try them all!] Slow sliding text across his tablet cried.

    "Atta boy, that's the spirit," Varg said. "We think you might like the Georgian eatery that opened up last year."

    "And, recently, a few halal places opened up in Venice," Hase said. "My friends and I go there sometimes after school."

    "And, a bubble tea place, too," Leah said. "I bet you want to check it out!"

    Siblings telling him one after another multiple new restaurants that opened up across Italy, the hyena let out a sigh. There had been so many new places to try! But, he couldn't help but think about that story Strix talked about a few minutes ago. Thinking about it for a moment, he put his fingers on his chin.

    Strix, he said that a few restaurants closed because of some steak monster. What was that about? Did they see some sort of food ghost, or something? But, he shook his head. Ah, no, ghosts weren't real and neither were monsters. Maybe they were just seeing things. Right, of course, some people see things that aren't there. He knew that. Nothing to worry about. Chatter continuing, a set of hands had been raised upward.

    "Alright, everyone, let's all calm down a bit," Natalie said in a gentle tone. "Siorc just had a long flight. We can catch him up on everything in the morning."

    Chattering quieting down, the chimera kept gazing out the window. Park covered with litter, the food enthusiast let out a groan. As expected, absolutely no one cared enough to clean it up. Maybe during his free time he should do it. But, he supposed for now, it could wait until he's settled back in here. Few other places he hardly recognized, he could feel nostalgia die. So much had changed in six years, hadn't it?

    Brakes screeching as the minivan entered the driveway, the hyena broke into a sweat. Same old loud brakes too, huh? Some things never change. How much longer did this old rust bucket have? He supposed, give or take, around a year or two maybe. How many years old was this car now? Twenty five years old? Man, they had this thing since he was in his mother's womb! Happy carthday to hummer! Reaching for his tablet, he scribbled away.

    [Is mom home?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "No, she's on another one of her excursions again," Pira said. "Mom's been busy looking into some history that's apparently been erased to time. We don't know when she'll return. Probably in the next few days."

    History excursion mentioned, the young adult shook his head. While some things changed, other things remained the same. No wonder mother never learned how to cook well, she was always hopping around chasing history. But, it's not like that's any different than how things already were.

    "And, dad's currently in Athens," Strix added. "We don't know when he'll be back, either."

    Shrugging, the young adult unbuckled his seatbelt. He sees his father was the same as always, too. But, that was historian parents, he supposed. They were always away somewhere looking into the past. Nothing was any different than it was six years back. Same old terrible cooks, same old parents always going off on an adventure. He was an adult, anyway, he could take care of himself. It's not like he truly needed anyone's guidance at this point in his life.

    Closing the door behind him, the college graduate cracked his knuckles. And, now, the moment he had been waiting for. How different did his home look since the last time he came here? Front door opening as the garage closed up shop, he braced himself. He bet that Deigr had the walls painted neon green, here goes!

    House looking the same as it always did, but with a few more awards here and there, the chimera shrugged. Well, at least Deigr didn't make the house hideous like she threatened to so many times when he was younger. Siblings all dispersing into their own rooms, the key to his own had been plopped into the palm of his hand.

    Twisting the key into the lock, the food enthusiast took a deep breath as he wheeled his luggage forward. First time in his abode since leaving, no one took his skirts, did they? If Deigr stole his lacy, frilly black skirts, she will pay. Plopping the container onto his bed, he made a run for his drawers, in an instant.

    Skirts looking untouched, a sigh of relief flowed through the chimera. Thank goodness Deigr and Coiote didn't take them. They always told him skirts didn't look good on him. Which, they were wrong about, of course. Clothes folded up and put away one after another, he let out a yawn. Man, this change in time was making him so incredibly sleepy, what gives?

    Hairpins and earrings box put aside, the chimera rubbed his eyes. Maybe he should finish unpacking in the morning instead. But, he shook his head. No, no, if he didn't do it now, he'd never get it done! Various manga books plopped onto the shelf, he let out a somber sigh. He supposed the one good thing about America was their big collection of anime and manga to gawk at. The Italian selection could never compare. But, hopefully, that'd changed in the past six years.

    Everything soon put away, the food enthusiast let out another yawn. Maybe it was time to hit the hay. Napping queen pajamas plopped upon him, the young adult removed the hairpins and earrings. Crawling into his bed for the first time in what felt like a million years, he could feel himself about to doze off, but as he was about to head for dream land, he swore he could hear something rather eerie.

    "You'll pay," an eerie voice cried out.

    Eyes closed, the hyena broke into a sweat as the world of dreams dragged him back in. He'll pay? Pay for what? But, he shrugged such off. Ah, Varg was listening to his hip hop music too loud again, wasn't he? Some things never changed, and never would. Maybe he should have come to expect that by now, huh? Drifting off, he caught some zzzs.

    ->

    The next afternoon.

    Alarm clock ringing off the walls, the hyena groaned as he slammed down the button. Could he have five more minutes, please? Rubbing his eyes, the young adult read the numbers on the time device. Woah, it was one in the afternoon? He slept so late! Was this that mythical jetlag he had heard about so many times? Maybe so.

    Hair pulled up into a high ponytail, matching spoon hairpins and earrings had been clipped into his hair and ears. Sitting crisscross upon the top of his bed, he wondered. What should he make today? Snapping his fingers, he had a eureka moment. Oh, he should make a nice juicy steak with a salad on the side! That would be a perfect way to signal off his debut back into the cooking world at home!

    But, as the chimera lifted himself upward from his bed, he swore he could see a large steak shaped shadow from behind him. Huh? What in the world is that? Could it be that silly steak monster he was told about? But, he shook his head. No, no, there was no such thing as ghosts! And, of course, there was no such thing as food monsters either, right.

    Slapping on his do not kiss the cook, it's gross apron, the hyena cracked his knuckles. It was time to make a lean, mean juicy steak! It had been so long since he had stepped foot in his home kitchen! Hands scrubbed almost into oblivion, he put on his heart checkered pattern gloves. It's time to get prepping!

    Kitchen feeling awfully cold, the chimera broke into a shiver. Had Pira turned the air on this morning? Air conditioners all off, he shook his head. How strange, not a single one them of that been blowing air. Maybe mother turned the heat off? Gazing at the thermostat, such had not been the case. Ah, maybe a window was open, of course.

    Windows all closed, the confusion continued. How could this be? Something was not right here. Shrugging, he headed for the freezer. He needed to get his head out of that occult gutter! It was time to get cooking! Packaged steak removed from the freezer, the hyena removed veggies from the fridge as well. Here goes, it was time for Cooking With Siorc Ingne! But, he let out a little laugh. Haha, as if. He never had the guts to start that cooking vlog.

    Defrosting the meat, the hyena turned his head towards the right and left. Why did it feel like someone was watching him from somewhere? His siblings were at the farmers market like they always were during the afternoons in the summer. Had a bug flied in, or something? Maybe. There wasn't any time to think about such things.

    As the chimera cut up the lettuce, he swore the headed leafy food had an angry face on it. Had his mother started collecting funny face foods, or something? Hearing screams as he cut into the soft cranium, the college graduate closed his eyes. Ugh, are the neighbor kids screaming while playing water tag again? They were so loud! Chopping away, he listened carefully at the shouts.

    "Stop cutting, you're hurting me!" a voice cried.

    Continuing to chop, the screams continued. That lettuce head, did it just talk to him? Knife hammering down, he tuned such out. No, of course not, it most certainly wasn't! What was this, a food horror story? Of course it wasn't, he was thinking way too hard about that steak monster he heard about yesterday, that's all!

    Lettuce thrown around into a little bowl, he swore he could hear the lemons and tomatoes break out into tears as he diced them up. Apple screeching as well, he pinched his wrist. Was he dreaming right now? He had to have been, for sure. Joint stinging, he clicked his tongue. Okay, maybe he wasn't? What gives?

    Painting on the barbeque sauce, the hyena gazed downwards at the slabs of meat. Was it just him, or did these little creatures have eyeballs? Shrugging, he turned on the stove. Slapping down the veggies next to it, he kept his hand steady. These juicy barbeque steaks are going to come out so good, everyone's going to enjoy them so much.

    But, as the first steak had been about to finish, the chimera could feel his breath fade away. Gloved hands becoming one with his neck, the hyena could feel a an intense wave of dizziness. Who's there? Who came in here? Digits squeezing tighter, he tried to let out a scream. Did someone break in? Oh, no, he's done for.

    "You'll pay!" a voice cried. "Die!"

    Letting out a scream, the chimera could feel everything go limp. Twisting the knob on the stove, he attempted to break free. Jumping back, he could hardly believe his eyes at the sight before him. Gigantic steak with cartoonish hands and feet, the hyena's heart skipped more than two beats. Where did this creature come from?! Knife in the palm of his hands, he sliced forward.

    "I'll get you next time for burning my children!" the cartoonish steak cried.

    Creature running out, the chimera huffed a weak breath. Hacking up a storm, the hyena almost dropped onto the tiles beneath him. What in the world was that just now? That story Strix told him about, could it have been true? Removing his phone from his back pocket, he typed in the search prompt, food ghosts spotted.

    Multiple articles everywhere speaking about sudden hauntings of food ghosts, the hyena shook like a leaf. Bottom text of an article reading, if you can see food monsters and ghosts, then, I'm sorry, you have the power to summon them around you. Be careful when cooking. Eyeballing such, he broke into a sweat. No, did he have that power? Reading the article further, he could see another portion towards the bottom.

    Anonymous blogger stating that multiple people had been attempting to deal with these creatures around the world, the food enthusiast wondered. Should he do something about them, too? Maybe he should. Leaving a comment on the blog post, he closed his phone. Ha, it's not like this person will answer him, right? Probably not. But, he supposed, if he did, maybe he'll take care of this issue.

    Steaks finished, the chimera plopped down in his room. Man, he could use a little nap. Curling up underneath his bed, he closed his eyes. But, he swore as he did, he could hear someone telling him he would pay once again. Shrugging it off, the young adult had been about ready to be dragged off into dreamland. But, one last thought hammered down upon him as he caught some zzzs.

    Did he have the power to summon food ghosts around him?


    That better not be the case. He'll deal with this later.



    This story is based on a drawing series I did, by the way. :)
     
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    Dish 2: Saw Guarded Sushi




    "I wonder who else might be dealing with this? I

    Wonder if other people
    Or chimeras out there have to deal with these monstrous food ghosts. Hmm, I think it's
    Not quite likely that it's possible, I
    Don't know, I don't believe it's an
    Especially widespread problem. Or
    Rather, it's not a

    Widespread problem just yet. I
    Hardly know, but I guess at the end
    Of the day, it's still developing at the moment.

    Eh, I suppose at the present time, it is quite difficult to gauge. I
    Literally don't know, I was
    Still in the United Flop of America up until a couple days ago, for all I know this food monster issue hasn't
    Escape Italy yet. Or

    Maybe it has and
    I just haven't read far enough into it.
    Guess it could likely be that.
    Haha, to be honest,
    This is a new developing problem. It's so incredibly

    Bothersome. But, I can't just let it ruin my
    Entire life! No way, I can

    Deal with it. I have to,
    Especially if I want to run
    A successful restaurant one day
    Lauded for having foods
    In every single culture of the world! I
    Need to solve this problem. I
    Guess it shouldn't be too difficult, but

    What do I know?
    I haven't quite dealt with
    This before. I
    Hardly even know why I'm dealing with

    This. I just want to cook, I just want to bake.
    How am supposed to
    If this kind of
    Stuff is happening?

    I don't know, I feel
    So deflated. I feel
    So incredibly defeated.
    Unless something is done, I'm
    Especially fearful this might put

    Some of my odd jobs in jeopardy.
    Especially since it's not
    Easy to wager how many chimeras or people are
    In this situation. I do assume
    Not too many, but I
    Guess it's possible

    For me to be wrong. Eh,
    Oh well, I going
    Over to the market in town today. I
    Do hear a new sushi restaurant

    Might have recently
    Opened its doors, but I'm
    Not going right now. I honestly have to
    Start slow. I don't want
    To get caught up in
    Every little thing, even still. I'm
    Ruminating it. I want this
    Solved. I don't think I can go on

    At all if this is something I will
    Not be able to eliminate, but I
    Doubt it's that simple.

    Guess I shouldn't think about it,
    Haha, for now, I would
    Obviously prefer to put this behind me. But, that's
    Simply impossible. I know at
    This point that this is the
    Start of a new problem.

    Maybe if I ignore it, it'll cease, but
    Ah, ignoring the problem won't make it
    Yield. And, yet here I am
    Barely able to handle this
    Error in my life.

    I'm going to check around the net

    Some more for other victims, but I
    Hardly think I'll find
    Others beyond that blog.
    Unless I'm not
    Looking hard enough? I
    Don't know I

    Can't quite say. It's
    Hard to say at the
    End of the day, and of
    Course people online could be making it up. I
    Know that, too.

    And, of course, it's also
    Rather likely I could have just been dreaming
    Or something. Thinking too hard about it?
    Ugh, no, no, no
    No. I can't just pass it off as a
    Dream, it definitely happened.

    There's no chance that post I
    Had seen was a lie. And,
    Even if it were, I must

    Not forget that a restaurant
    Even closed because of all
    This. I can't write

    Something like this
    Off as lies. I
    Might have to investigate.
    Even though I'm still uncertain, I

    Might have to dig deeper. Am I nervous?
    Of course I am. I'm
    Rather terrified. But I won't allow it to kill my
    Enthusiasm as a future multi cultural restaurant owner!

    Yes, I won't let this
    End my future career!
    After all, I was the valedictorian! I
    Have to continue to prove myself!

    I can't just give up! It's

    Going to be tough if I'm
    Ultimately cursed , but I can't
    Especially sit around and do nothing! I
    Simply need to
    Stop the problem from spreading.

    I can do it! I just

    Have to put an end to
    All this before it gets too
    Violet, right? Got to
    End it before

    This issue can get any worse.
    Of course, there's my answer!"


    Alarm clock ringing up a storm, the hyena practically buried himself deeper into the covers. Man, he could barely sleep last night. Is it the jetlag? Maybe it had been. How long before it would wear off? He supposed it would take some time before he could adjust to the seven hour time difference. But, no matter, it was time to get up and start the day.

    Steak monster from the day prior flashing through his brain, the college graduate bit his tongue. Scream not releasing, sweat poured down his neck. That creature, it came out when he was cutting into the steak. Could those rumors be true about food ghosts haunting people really be true after all? He still couldn't get what Strix said the other day.

    Reaching for his phone, the food enthusiast opened up the web browser. Gazing at the anonymous blog, he checked his comment. But, as expected, the person hadn't responded. Sighing, he put the device away. Who knows when or if they'll even say anything? It's far from likely they will. Who knows if they ever even update this thing or if they're even alive? He didn't have time to worry about such things, he needed get up and make breakfast.

    Hopping out of the bed, the young adult fixed the bed cover. He needed to keep his blanket neat and tidy. Maybe he should take the time to do some laundry later today. But ah, no, not yet, too soon for sure. Heading for his drawers, he removed a set of clothes from the bottom container. He'd better hurry, didn't everyone have work today? He had lost track of their schedules over the years.

    Leaping into the restroom, the chimera swore he could hear something screaming out the window somewhere. But, he shook his head to such. No, he was surely imagining it. The children neighbors next door were up to their usual summer schemes again, weren't they? How old were they now? Nine, ten? Whatever, he supposed it doesn't matter. He almost never interacted with the neighbors in any capacity.

    Shampoo practically ready to burn his eyes, the screams kept on going. Man, who lets their youngsters play in the pool at seven in the morning?! Isn't that an afternoon activity? The neighbors, whoever they are, they should make a hard rule to wait until at least noon for that! But, oh well, why bother complaining? He can't fix something that isn't broken.

    Cleansing reaching its end, the chimera puffed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Deigr and Coiote weren't here. They'd demand to use his bathroom right about now. Didn't they know that this one was for him, Leah and Natalie only? There were two other restrooms in this house, they could use theirs. But, he supposed he was lucky they were with their boyfriends right now.

    Hairdryer freely breezing through his locks, a glittery pink shirt with a rainbow toaster pastry on it reflected in the mirror. Silky golden short skirt practically flittering through the air, the chimera did a little twirl. Was he looking sharp or what? But, maybe he should wear some stockings underneath. Towel plopped over his dripping head, he sprinted back towards his room.

    Pitch black stockings nearly ripping as he placed them over his legs, the hyena groaned. Maybe it's about time he got some new ones. These stockings were old and falling apart. But, it'll have to do for now. He could feel a chill drop down his spine as he thought such. Surely, they wouldn't rip any further if his feet transformed, right? Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.

    Bristles pressing softly against his hair, the young adult placed his right hand on his chin. What should he make for breakfast this morning? Maybe he could make some toaster pastry pancakes with a meaty center. Did they still have any boxes of the cinnamon ones? Probably not. He guessed crumbling something else would have to do if so.

    Clicking the matching cinnamon hairpins and earrings into place, the chimera reached for his apron. Do not kiss the cook, it's gross cloth upon him, he reached for his tablet instantly. Time to get started with the day! Reaching for the waffle maker, he headed for the cabinet down below.

    Bowl soon plopped onto the table, the hyena plugged in the little waffle maker. Man, was he lucky his dorm let him take everything he bought on his school budget from the store. There was no way he would part with this innovative breakfast making tool! This thing was more useful than an air fryer! Okay, maybe not, but he can dream.

    Pancake batter removed from the pantry, the toaster pastry box had been slammed upon the counter. Sausage removed from the refrigerator, he studied the countless areas of note. It looks like they were running low on food. Ugh, he was going to have to go shopping today, wasn't he? Might as well. It's not like he had anything better to do.

    Everything placed on the table, the chimera could hear the lock turn inward somewhere. Practically dropping the pancake mix, the questions had begun to roll. Had mother and father finally returned from their excursion? But another worse option soon awaited him in an instant. Familiar heeled shoes stomping upon the welcome mat, his eyebrows twitched. Oh, great, guess who finally came back? Here come the insults.

    "I'm home, Pira, wake up and make me a latte!" a demanding voice cried. "Ugh, look who it is. I was hoping you'd take a couple more years to graduate."

    Complaining in the dining room in the corner had been a short adult humanoid appearing woman with light purple hair pulled into two twin drills. Light green eyes practically covered to the brim with makeup, her wings were quite awful looking. Didn't anyone teach Deigr how to put on makeup properly? Probably not. What a sham of a woman approaching her late thirties.

    "What?! You mean he's back?!" the other voice groaned. "I was hoping he wouldn't so we could give his room to my boyfriend!"

    Groaning in the dining room had been a short approaching middle age humanoid appearing woman with curly white purple haired that had been left down. Locks swept to the left going towards her shoulder, the chimera tried to stop himself from cracking his knuckles. First of all, who gave her permission to take his room? White button down blouse and rather tight jeans practically exposing her rump, she too had horrible looking makeup making her light violet eyes look like trash. This woman was almost forty now, why couldn't Coiote act like it? Reaching for his tablet he scribbled away.

    [Well, too bad. I graduated on time, and I have a culinary license now, so I'm here to stay.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Hmph, we thought that you'd take at least fifteen years to graduate!" Deigr cried. "Now, hurry up and make me a latte!"

    [Oh, sorry, would you look at that? We're out of coffee beans!] Slow sliding text across his tablet screamed.

    "Forget him, Deigr, he's hopeless," Coiote cried. "I bet he's making those stupid experiments for breakfast again. You should have taken a few more years to graduate!"

    Sisters stomping off, the young adult held in the urge to groan. How immature were these two? They just wanted to take it out on him that they weren't successfully able to conceive yet again, weren't they? How annoying. Whatever, forget them, it's time to get cooking! Egg cracked, the chimera giggled. Man, these cinnamon sausage pancakes are going to be so tasty!

    But, as he poured in the pancake mix, a chill dropped down his spine. What if another food monster decided to visit him while cooking? There was no way he could prepare himself for that if so. What should he do, and how should he deal with this in the future? He would need to figure out a way to eliminate them as soon as possible.

    Sausages heated up and ready to go, the toaster pastries had been buried within the batter. Hopefully that cinnamon kick would pair well with the juice. He remembered when he first found this recipe a few years ago and how much he wanted to try it. His roommates weren't a fan, but with a little modification, this would definitely be perfect!

    Reaching for the whisk, the hyena stirred up a storm. Oh, he could smell the meaty sausage now! Batter ready to go, he plugged the good old waffle maker in. Batter poured in, he reached for the plates. He supposed six would do. Or maybe five? He hardly knew his sibling's schedules anymore these days.

    Waffle maker dinging, the chimera reached for the spatula. He needed to flip them over to the backside. First batch of four almost ready, he could hear the splashes through the window once again. Gazing through the paned glass, his eyebrows twitched. As he suspected, the neighbor kids are in that swimming pool already! Rich kids, he swears.

    First batch ready to go, he plopped in the second one. Maybe four for everyone would do. Would there be enough batter for that? Hopefully so. Continuing the process for what felt like an hour, his apron was close to being decorated with sweat. Man, it had been so long since he got to use this waffle maker, he forgot how steamy it can make a room.

    Final batch plopped onto everyone's plate, the chimera reached for his phone in his back pocket. Eight o'clock on the dot. Tea poured, he set the table. No food monsters in sight, the chimera huffed a sigh of relief. Maybe he happened to daydream that whole thing yesterday. There was no way those stories were real anyway, right? Of course not.

    Feet barreling towards the dining room every which way, the chimera tossed the mitts in the drawer. So, everyone still wakes up at around eight in the morning. Some things never change. Noses sniffing up a storm, a sea of eyes had soon turned towards him. Oh, no, they weren't going to like this, were they?

    "I smell sausage," Hase said. "Siorc, did you make that sausage pancake recipe trending online?"

    [I did. Sorry, do you not like it?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "No, it's great, actually, we've been trying to make it for quite awhile now, but we always seem to ruin it. Right, Leah?"

    "Yeah, we either water down the batter too much, or burn the sausage so much it's practically charcoal!" Leah cried.

    "Or, we end up measuring stuff wrong," Pira said. "Too much sugar, too much batter, needless to say the kitchen's always a disaster while you weren't around, kiddo."

    [Don't worry about measuring, I can help with that now that I'm back.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "That's our brother," Pira said, warm smile on his face. "They smell really good."

    "Come on, dears, let's eat, we have to leave for work soon," Natalie said.


    "Ya don't hafta say that twice," Varg said. "Let's eat."

    Everyone practically gobbling the pancakes into nothing in an instant, the hyena blinked. Were they really that good? Maybe he should have made some more. Should he have woken up a little earlier and made some extras? He should have. He'll have to keep that in mind for next time, he supposed. Nibbling on his batch, the meaty juicy center nearly sent him to heaven.

    Gulping down the tea, the food enthusiast practically burst into tears. Man, that really hit the spot. Maybe he should have made some more. But, maybe later. There was hardly any pancake mix left, what a shame. Well, no matter, he would be buying more shortly after this anyway. Maybe he could even get some other things he had been missing from good old Italy.

    "Man, those were good! Next time, please make more!" Hase cried. She then headed for the sink. "I'm going to wash my plate!"

    "You got summer classes at the local theater, right?" Natalie asked.

    "Yeah, for most of the summer," Hase responded, nodding. "After all, Leah's taking an internship there."

    "If I want to be a director, I have to see what it's like firsthand!" Leah cried. She then reached for a piece of leftover bread. "Let me help you with that stubborn meat stain!"

    Hase still into acting, the chimera couldn't help but put on a barely visible smile. So, she was still in the performing arts college, huh? Good for her, she hadn't given up. So, why hadn't she answered his texts? Ah, maybe she had just gotten too busy. Or, maybe her college had a no cellphone policy or something. He had heard some programs were like that. He couldn't imagine a no technology rule! How terrifying.

    "Well, I'm off to the store now," Natalie said, waving. "Farewell, dearies, see you in the evening!"

    "Bye, Natalie!" Leah cried.

    "See you later, Natalie!" Hase cried, waving.

    "Yer gonna leave the plates to the girls?!" Varg cried. He then sighed as his watch beeped. "Never mind, boss wants me in a lens meeting. Leah, do ya two mind washin' one more plate?"

    "Fine with me," Hase said. "A clean kitchen is a happy kitchen!"

    Natalie exiting the abode and Varg going back to his room, the college graduate sighed as he placed his hand on his chin. He was still working from home three days a week, huh? What did he do again for a living? Ah, right, office worker. Guess that record deal never went through, did it? Maybe someday something would change.

    Leah and Hase's ride soon coming for them, only two chimeras remained. Pira sipping his tea rather slowly while reading the morning paper, the hyena sipped his own. Gazing at the headline, popular pizza place closed, a wave of disappointment flowed through him. How disappointing, he used to get slices at that little shop all the time. Lowering his eyes into a squint at the fine print, his heart nearly skipped a beat at what had been beneath it.

    Text reading, owner claims the reason for closure is the pizza oven was haunted, the chimera shook like a leaf. Oh, no, not this again. What should he do? There was yet another story related to food and hauntings. Maybe it's about time he takes that seriously. But, ah, no, what if it's just a coincidence? Brother closing the paper, his eyes soon met his.

    "Well, kiddo, I have to head to the construction site," Pira said. "What's up in your agenda today? You're not starting your little odd job chimera-for-hire business until next week, right?"

    Question coming his way, the food enthusiast wondered. The supermarket in Marghera, was it still open? If so many restaurants were closing up shop, there was no telling how many supermarkets were stuttering their doors too, right? Tablet out in front of him, he scribbled away upon the screen. Better to strike the iron while it's hot.

    [I'm planning on going grocery shopping today.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled away some more. [Is the supermarket in Marghera still open?]

    "Of course, they even got some chimera specialized meat," Pira said, nodding. "The tram stops at Centro B1 in about twenty minutes, so you don't have to hurry."

    [How much money is left on the grocery card?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "I'd say we still have about one thousands euros credit left on the card," Pira said. He then rummaged through his wallet. "Here you go, kiddo. See you tonight." He stepped away as he said such.

    Gazing at the little plastic card, the hyena pocketed the creature for a moment. When was the last time he heard the word euros? No more stupid dollars and cents, thank goodness, bye quarter, bye penny!

    ->

    Ten minutes later.

    Grocery bags all packed and apron away, the chimera hurriedly put on his shoes. Hearing a loud splash as he moved off towards the tram stop, the hyena's eyebrows twitched. Weren't these kids lips blue by now? They were going to play in that pool all day weren't they? And, then his neighbor would beg him to cook them some snacks every once in awhile. No way, not happening! He remembered when he had to babysit those obnoxious little brats during the last summer of high school. He bets they're still wicked today! Mother's eyes soon on him, the pesky sentence was ready to roll itself out there.

    "Siorc, welcome back!" the neighbor mother said. "Stop by and make some scones sometime!"

    [I won't have time for that, sorry. I'm starting my odd jobs business next week.] Slow sliding text across his tablet practically screamed.

    "Oh, that's a shame, my boys have some really big sweet tooths," his neighbor said, disappointment evident in her voice. "They started telling me they want to learn how to cook."

    [I'll think about it.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    Timer ticking down, the hyena had begun running. Oh great, this woman had wasted so much time! The tram would be here any minute now! Lady calling after him that she'd pay him big if he came over, he could feel the pebble of consideration plop on in. Well, if it was a job, maybe. Had to make enough money to open that restaurant after all!

    Paying for the tram fare, the food enthusiast waited. Rocking his feet, the chimera let out a sigh. It had been such a long time time since he had been to Marghera market. They had finally gotten specialized chimera meat. He had recalled how many other chimeras who lived in Italy had been asking for that. What took them so long to include it? Maybe this was a good sign that things were finally changing for the better for chimeras here.

    Tram chugging in, the chimera stepped on. Machine stamping the ticket, he seated himself towards the back. Multiple humans on board, he placed his bag on the seat next to him. Maybe no one would stare at him today. His hyena tail wasn't out, right? No reason for anyone to gawk at him. Vehicle pulling out of the station he removed his phone from his pocket.

    Flipping through the anonymous blog post again, the college graduate checked the archive. Multiple posts from a couple years prior speaking about hauntings across the world, the hyena's knees buckled at multiple entries about America. This little issue was happening there too? Unreal. Why hadn't he heard anything about it until now?

    Comment still left unanswered, the hyena clicked off the webpage. It's not like continuing to stare at this thing would magically have them answer. Who knows if they're even still checking their blog! Probably not. They probably have a partner and kids to worry about. Why would they still be here updating this little thing? There were better things to get himself caught up into.

    Cruising Souper Recipes, the food enthusiast's mouth practically watered at the sight laid out in front of him. Woah, meaty penne? He ought to try and make that for dinner tonight! Americans didn't know how to make their pasta good at all! Putting nothing but the blandest canned sauce one could ever imagine! The United Flop of America, the worst place in the world for food. Unseasoned, uninteresting, bland. He'll show those pathetic lot what real food looks like when his restaurant is famous!

    "We have reached Marghera," the automated announcement said in Italian. It then repeated such in English.

    Multiple people barreling off all at once, the hyena returned his phone to his back pocket. It's time to get out of here. Taking a deep breath, the chimera's bags rumbled from behind him. It was time for some super mega cultured shopping! Maybe there would be some tasty free samples along the way!

    Multiple streets crossed, a market named Mega in all capital letters had soon graced the young adult's vision. Sweet, sweet, Supermarceto Mega, how he missed them! All they had back in Chicago near his school was Costco, and all those boring as ever stores that barely had any options for cultural cuisine to cook! There hadn't been a single Italian market anywhere, let alone any others! What a sorry little country the United Flop of America was.

    Dropping a one euro coin into the shopping cart, the chimera wheeled in. Here goes, it's time for some fun! Steering the little cruiser in, he practically skipped through the isles. What was on sale today? Please have some good fresh fish. Heading down the pasta aisle first, he studied the selections in a careful manner.

    Plopping down four boxes of different pastas, the chimera gazed at the grocery list on his phone. Would that be enough to last a week or two? Maybe not. Putting down penne, he examined the little list. Should he go for pancake mix next? Maybe he should, that sounded like a good idea, didn't it? What aisle was that?

    Going down the breakfast ingredients aisle, the chimera swore he could hear a familiar giggle. Was Yinlong here shopping today? Man, it had been such a long time since he had seen him. He had graduated two years before he did. Did he open his little noodle joint yet? He sure hoped so. But, he didn't have time to catch up right now, this list wasn't getting any shorter!

    Pancake and toaster pastry mixes on sale, the food enthusiast could not resist tossing multiple into the cart. The more the merrier, right? Of course. Tick box checked off, he readied himself for the next course of action. Maybe he should buy some rice and some other grains. How he missed making the fruity rice dishes in the dorms right about now!

    Flavored rice practically flooding the container, the hyena broke into a sweat. How many euros did this ring up to right about now? He needed to spend moderately. If he spent the entire remaining balance, Pira would definitely make him pay the bill! But, he supposed he deserved that. Better put some pancake mix boxes back.

    Loads of fruits and veggies and meats almost swimming at the bottom, the hyena gazed at the price of steak. Yikes, forty euros for a pack of four each? Maybe he should have texted Pira to ask them how much they buy. Shrugging, he moved on. It would be fine, surely. He'll just pay this month's grocery card bill, that's all!

    Announcer crying out that chimera meat is eighty percent off, the chimera rushed the cart towards the noise. What was this, some blue cart deal special? Oh, goodness, he had to scoop that up right now! Wheels spinning faster than a bicycle, two vehicles soon collided. Voice screaming hey, his hands soon got sticky. Oh, great, he shouldn't have gotten so excited.

    "I said hey, purple, watch where you're going!" a familiar voice cried. "What's the rush?! It's not like chimera meat's going to sell out." But another cart soon slammed into the other. "Does anyone watch where they're going in this store?"

    "Sorry, I didn't see you two there!" a high pitched nervous voice cried. It then changed full course. "Huh, Siorc, is that you? It's been awhile."

    'Wait, Siorc?!" a third voice cried. "Really?"

    "Siorc or not, he should watch where he's going!" the familiar voice shouted.

    "Wren, don't be such a stick in the mud!" the third voice cried.

    Complaining in the corner had been a tall young adult bird woman with long dark brown hair pulled into a large ponytail that went down to about her rear. Hawk wings seated behind her, she adorned a dark blue suit. Wren was the same angry person she always was, huh? She and her roommate Dove graduated a year before him. He would have thought going back to Italy would cool her temper a bit, guess not. Brown eyes matching her locks exactly, he studied his other friend.

    Standing beside her had been a shorter young adult bird woman with long shadowy light black hair that went down to about her backside pulled into a ponytail. Teal eyes practically glowing with a ton of makeup, she wore a striped turquoise and pink shirt knotted beside her waist. Falcon wings behind her, he held back the urge to sigh. Dove never changed, huh? Same energic little battery as always.

    Pushing their cart back in the corner had been a slightly taller human appearing panda chimera with short silver hair pulled into a small side ponytail on the right side going to about their waist. Pink eyes almost lighting up their face, their buttoned down red cheongsam had been quite short. Black shorts beneath it, he nodded. Yinlong got back in touch with their masculine side, he sees. Good for them. Tablet out in front of him, he scribbled away.

    [Sorry for bumping into you like that. How are you doing Wren, Dove? It's been awhile since we last spoke.] Slow sliding text across his tablet greeted.

    "You're still using that thing, huh?" Wren asked, sighing. "I thought by now you'd be more comfortable talking. Oh, well. I'm doing fine. Thinking about going out for sushi tomorrow. You can come if you want."

    "They opened a new sushi place in town here!" Dove cried. "Yinlong, you can come too, if you'd like!" She then turned towards Siorc. "And, I'm doing peachy, Siorc, thanks for asking. We're going shopping, and then we're catching a flick!"

    "Don't get the wrong idea, by the way!" Wren cried. "It's not like we want to invite you, or anything!"

    Wren being her same prickly self, the hyena let out a sigh. She was the same as always, wasn't she? Always quick to pretend she didn't mean what she said. But, he knew deep down that they were just a tough nut to crack. Maybe he could take them up on that sushi dinner catchup. He missed the times he go out for some during Highschool.

    [I'll come, if you're fine with that.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled away some more. [So, how are you doing, Yinlong? Did you open up that little noodle spot?]

    "I did, but a lot of people seem nervous and don't want to come," Yinlong said, sighing. "People are saying they're being haunted by some noodle ghost when they come here. I don't know if they just don't want to tell me the truth, or they just want to make up an excuse to stop eating there. It kind of hurts, honestly." They sighed as they said such. "But, sure, I'm not doing anything tomorrow. I could have Jiaolong drive you if you want! I don't know why, but seems to miss you for some reason."

    Yinlong mentioned their brother missed him, the chimera broke into a sweat. Is that so, huh? He didn't know why, but that man had always been oddly super interested in him. Well, oh well, free ride, why miss that opportunity? It beat paying for the tram. Announcement bell for the chimera meat sale crying out only ten minutes left, everyone was off to the races.

    Grabbing the specialized meat, the chimera hurried to the dessert aisle. Grabbing ingredients for scones, he headed off towards self check out. Finding multiple digital coupons ready to fire up, the hyena scanned the multiple codes into the device. Watching the number shrink to around two hundred seventy euros, he puffed a sigh of relief. Maybe he should go on that American Extreme Couponer show, he'd win, guaranteed.

    Everything bagged and ready to go, the hyena prepared himself to head for the evening tram. Man, grocery shopping sure was a long and tedious process. Maybe next time he should ask someone to go with him to cut the time in half. But, as he prepared himself to head for the station, he could feel a tug on his sleeve.

    "Wait, Siorc!" Yinlong cried. "You have a lot of groceries, right? Let my brother take you home!"

    Nodding, the hyena followed the leader. Window pulled downward, a tall silver haired panda man with a small braid on the side of his head peered through the pane. Pink eyes almost sparkling, his buttoned red shirt matched his kin almost exactly. Warm smile appearing on his face, he waved for a moment. Why had Jiaolong always looked like he was longing for something whenever he locked eyes with him?

    "Oh, goodness, your friend's come back home, Yinlong?" Jiaolong asked.

    "Yes, you didn't hear? He was the valedictorian this year!" Yinlong cried. "The school livestreamed the ceremony and everything!" His two index fingers then touched. "Is it okay if you drive him home?"


    "Of course, Yinlong, fine by me," Jiaolong said. "Don't want to waste your euros on the tram back home, now do we?"

    Opening the tram door, the hyena buckled in. He could never fathom Yinlong's brother. He was always looking at him. But, maybe he was imagining it, right, of course he was. Surely, he had a partner or something. Friend asking if he could take them to the sushi restaurant tomorrow, approval had come faster than a lightning bolt.

    Reaching home after about ten minutes, assistance had been offered to bring the groceries in. Declining such with a headshake, the hyena reached for the housekeys. Bidding farewell, he twisted the knob. Smelling a meaty scent in the air, the young adult groaned. Did someone order takeout after he went to the trouble of getting the groceries? Come on, now!

    Deigr and Coiote wolfing down sweet and sour pork like they were vacuum cleaners, the chimera paid them no mind. Who cares about them anyway, they're going to complain about the food he bought like they did whenever mother went to the market. Whatever, not his problem, they can go steal their boyfriend's food from their fridges! Opening up the insulated bag, eyes wandered towards him.

    "Finally, you're back," Deigr complained. "How long does it take you to buy groceries? You're lucky no one else is home yet!" She then gagged. "Gross, how could you buy that brand of barilla? You should be ashamed of yourself!"

    "And how come you bought so much meat for?" Coiote complained. "You know, being a flexitarian is in right now! Buy less meat!"

    Duo complaining, the chimera rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. How dare these two think they can order him around! They're always crashing at their boyfriend's houses anyway! And, hello, hyena chimeras can't become flexitarian. Meat was an essential part of their diet! But, oh well, their problem if they got stomach problems trying to slim down and eat more vegetables than meat!

    [Why do you care? You two practically live with your boyfriends!] Slow sliding text across the tablet cried.

    "We still live here!" Deigr cried. "You should have just stayed in Chicago instead of coming back here. We could have sold your room then!"

    "Yeah, that's right!" Coiote cried.

    Tuning them out, the chimera quickly put the groceries away. Ugh, these two, always picking on him. Why couldn't they just move in with their boyfriends? If they ever gave him a niece of nephew consider the ribbon severed because he would never talk to them, mark his unsaid words words! Hearing slippers plopping in, a yawn entered the room.

    "Can you all stop yelling, please? You woke me up," Strix said, yawning.

    "Shut up, night owl, go back to sleep!" Deigr cried.


    "With pleasure," Strix said, turning around. "Stop yelling."

    Returning to his room, the chimera read manga until he dozed off. Man, his sisters were so annoying.

    ->

    The next day.

    Checking the blog post once again, no answer came. Sighing, the young adult could feel hope about to die. Honestly, what was the point in looking at this page anymore? It's not like the person running this thing was checking comments, were they? Of course they weren't! Looking through the web, an alarming message caught his attention.

    Social media post reading, haunted sushi restaurant! Like, I went there and the sushi was crying for help. And, then there were two saws next to me trying to take my arms off, the young adult's face grew dark. That wasn't real, was it? It couldn't have been. Maybe he should just cancel, But, ah, no, it would be nice to catch up with his friends, right?

    Making breakfast for everyone, the chimera could hear a clap of thunder outside. Hearing such, he sighed. Well, at least the annoying neighbors were inside today. Strix out during daytime, reaching for a pancake, he tilted his head. No sun to keep him in his room, huh? Nocturnality sure had its exceptions.

    "So, what are you up to today, kiddo?" Pira asked. "Since you're not opening your odd jobs business yet, you should have some fun."

    "Want to play some games?" Strix asked. "It's raining all day, so I don't have to sleep."

    [I'm going out for sushi today with some friends.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Oh, really? Good for you," Strix said smiling. "Thought you'd be pretty bored here by yourself since Hase and Leah are busy with theater stuff and the rest of us are working."

    [Don't worry, I'll be too busy working soon anyway.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Alright, but make sure you work in moderation," Strix said. "These sausage pancakes are great, by the way. Too bad I can't get a nice taste of them often. Wish it would rain here more."

    [If you want, I can make you some in the evening.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "It's not fun having pancakes in the evening, though," Strix responded, sighing. He then placed his hand beside his ear. "Someone honked. I think that's your ride."

    "Have fun, kiddo," Pira said. "I'll see you in the evening after I'm home from work?"

    [Probably. See you later.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    Reaching for his shoulder bag, the chimera plopped on a coat. Chill in the air, the hyena's heart grew cold. Hold on, what's going on? It's almost July, so why is it freezing? Something isn't right here at all. But, he brushed such off as he opened the back van door. He was imagining it, surely.

    "Good morning, Siorc," Yinlong said. "Wren and Dove said they booked a table for us. You ready to get some sushi?"

    [As ready as I'll ever be!] Slow sliding text across his tablet cried.

    "Great!" Yinlong exclaimed. "Jiaolong, do you want me to bring you some home?"

    "Of course, Yinlong," Jiaolong said. "But, I think I should warn you two about something. There's been reports that this sushi restaurant is haunted. Something about saws coming out of nowhere when you try to pick the sushi up with chopsticks. So, maybe you should use a napkin to pick them up."

    "You believe that stuff you read on the internet?" Yinlong asked, sighing. "Come on, Jiaolong, that's just lies someone troll made up!"

    "Still, I'd be careful, it could be true," Jiaolong said. "But, you two have fun. Am I bringing your friend, home?"

    [I'm going to walk home and take the scenic route.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. But, he swore he could hear Jiaolong sigh.

    "Oh, well, make sure to text me if you change your mind!" Jiaolong cried. "See you later, Yinlong."

    Small glass entrance waiting for Yinlong and he, the panda chimera chattered away their reservations. Wren and Dove nibbling away already with their sushi in napkins, an intense wave of unease flowed through him. They're not eating it with chopsticks? How strange. Everyone else picking up theirs with little cloths as well, he swore he could feel a chill in the air. Seating himself, he wondered, should he try to ask for chopsticks to see what happens?

    "You two came so late! We're about to leave already!" Wren cried. "We're about to go see another trashy movie. Don't worry about paying for the table, we already did. Ugh, you should have come sooner, you know! Now we don't have time to catch up!"

    "It's fine to miss a couple of previews though," Dove said. "Can't we go to the flick a little late?"

    "No, the previews are the best part!" Wren cried. "Ugh, as a movie buff, you got to know that by now!"

    "This sushi place is all you can eat?" Yinlong asked.

    "Did you hear a word of what I just said?!" Wren cried. "You two came too late, and we're leaving soon!" She then sighed. "Yes, it's all you can eat. Don't worry, I already paid for like, a two hour table, so the sushi you guys order is already covered." She then pointed. "And, you two, if I were you, don't order chopsticks! I know you heard the rumors!"

    "We don't even know if they're true, though!" Dove cried.

    "Ugh, whatever! Don't say I didn't warn you, okay?!" Wren shouted, looking at her watch. "Come on, Dove, let's go, the flick's gonna start in thirty minutes!"

    Bird roommate duo leaving, the hyena's eyebrows twitched. That rumor sure was flying around a lot, wasn't it? Yinlong and he ordering big bowls of sushi, chopsticks had not been asked for. Long waiting time kicking off, catching up on lost time fired off. Sushi laid out in front of him, the panda dug into his, but a terrifying tool had been planted next to him.

    Chopsticks laid beside the large bowl of sushi, the hyena broke into a sweat. Oh, no, he thought he made it clear he didn't want chopsticks. Eerie little note left next to him reading, to Siorc with a heart next to it, he shivered. Wait a second, how did that employee know his name? Something's not right here.

    Staring at the sushi, he almost didn't want to eat it. Was it just him, or did they have eyes? But, he shook his head. No, he was seeing things for sure. Yinlong munching away napkin in hand, his phone soon buzzed up a storm. Ah, man, look at Mr. Popular here. He sure had a lot of friends, did he? Attempting to reach for a maki roll for some reason, his napkin was repelled. Panda's device continuing to ring, he stood up.

    "I'm so sorry, Siorc, mama needs me at the noodle shop, I have to go now," Yinlong said, bowing. "I'll see you soon, okay?"

    Panda staging his exit, the young adult reached for the chopsticks. He had no choice in the matter, did he? Ripping the paper up, he broke out into a sweat. Here goes, down the hatch. Surely, that rumor about the sushi summoning little saws to not be eaten was just a hoax, right? It had to be, there was no way that was true. But, as he reached for the maki roll, a scream had come his way.

    "Don't you dare eat me with those things!" the sushi cried.

    Dropping the chopsticks for a moment, the chimera blinked. Wait, did that maki roll just talk? No way it did that. Dipping the utensils towards the creatures again, the screams had only gotten louder one after another. What was going on, why were they so loud? Could anyone else hear this? They had to have, didn't they?

    "Stop!" the sushi cried.

    "Waah, it hurts, it hurts!" the sushi cried.

    "Daddy saw, help us!" the third sushi cried.

    Clap.

    Saws with angry looks on their faces glaring daggers at him, the chimera's chest grew cold. What just happened, where did these saws come from? Pinch him, he's dreaming! This has to be some kind of nightmare! Shaking his head, he pressed the chopsticks down upon the pink squishy sushi once more. Hmph, try him, he's not letting this goof win.

    "Aaah!" sushi number one cried. "Don't eat me!"

    "Don't eeeeeeeat me!" sushi two cried.


    "Daddy saw, punish him!" sushi three cried.

    "Don't you dare eat my children!" the saws cried.

    Saws creeping up onto his arm, the creatures did their dirty work. Sharp edges bristling to and fro, the chimera let out a scream. These saws, they're carving deep into his skin! That social media post, was it really true? Dropping the chopsticks, he covered his left arm as the red liquid almost plopped onto the table. Ugh, the employee is going to be so mad at him when they see this.

    Reaching for a napkin, the little tools backed down. Huffing and puffing, his wrists stung. What was that all about just now? Nibbling on the sushi, the two hour window had soon been used up. Arm bandaged up in the restroom, he held back the tears. Why was this happening to him? What did he ever do to deserve this?

    Dragging himself home, the chimera could see the images of the saws play through his mind. Holding in the urge to scream, he plowed towards his room. Burying his face in his pillow, he groaned. Why him? Maybe he really did have the power to draw food ghosts to him. Opening up his phone as he laid on his bed, a strange message soon awaited him.

    Notification titled, from anonymous, the food enthusiast did a double take. Wait a second, hold on, the blog owner responded? Reading the message over for a moment, he could hardly believe his eyes. Anonymous inviting him to join the food monster investigation team, he stared at his phone screen for a little longer as he closed his eyes.

    Should he join this investigation team?



    Yeah, I honestly had to add more to this one than just Siorc goes out for haunted sushi, lol, so Siorc went grocery shopping at the beginning of the chapter. Next week, the investigation stuff should begin, yay.
     
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    "I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that blog owner responded. I'm

    Going to have to think over if I do
    Ultimately want to join the investigation team.
    Eh, I do honestly find this blog a tiny bit
    Suspicious. Who is running it? Honestly,
    Something about all this just feels

    Incredibly strange. I don't know, they've
    Likely been at this awhile, I imagine. But, I would
    Like to know more about them before I

    Join their investigation team, but
    Obviously I know they won't tell me about themselves.
    It's pretty clear they wish to remain anonymous.
    Now, I don't blame them for

    That at all. Online, you
    Have to protect your identity. That's why pretty much
    Everyone these days who streams

    Is using some cartoon avatar when they stream, or something.
    Not like it matters to me. I mean, it's
    Very important to keep yourself safe online.
    Eh, in any case. I'm
    Still considering if I should
    Try to join the
    Investigation team. All these food monster and
    Ghost incidents, to be honest,
    Are quite worrisome. I don't want people
    To get hurt. I really don't want that to happen, so maybe
    I should join. I guess I'll mull it
    Over while cooking breakfast today.
    Now, what's on

    The agenda today?
    Err, well, I have to launch my odd jobs website for next week.
    And, since I currently have no computer since I had to turn in
    My college campus laptop on the last day of classes since I didn't

    Buy my own, I am currently computerless. And,
    Ugh, the only desktop at home belongs
    To Deigr and Coiote.

    It's in their room, and I

    Don't want to go anywhere near those two.
    Of course, I would like to go buy a
    New laptop free of restrictions, but at
    The moment, I honestly lack the funds. I

    Know that once this odd job business kicks off I don't
    Need to worry about money. Varg said he'll pay for my website until I have a stable income.
    Of course, I'll pay him back
    When I get the chance. But, for now, I

    Will be going to the library and will
    Have to build my website there.
    At least, just for today. I wonder if
    The Mestre library got the latest copies of my favorite manga?

    I don't know if Italy picked up
    The stories for localization here. I guess the only thing I

    Miss about America
    Is that they'll pick up anything, even the most
    Garbage series out there. Over
    Here, our scene was never as big as
    The one over in America. Pretty sure the anime club was

    Extremely large back in college. Although, I
    Never participated in
    That, I peeked my head in during freshman year,
    And there were hundreds of people and chimeras alike sitting
    In at that meeting! So, I guess I miss America a
    Little, but not really.

    In any case, I am building my website today
    For my odd job business. And,

    I have to renew my library card to use their computers,

    Don't I? I doubt my library card is valid anymore.
    Oh, how I wish I had a computer if my own.

    I got way too comfortable with my school laptop.

    Haha, I wish the only computer
    At home wasn't Deigr and Coiote's. My parents
    Very much take their computers with them
    Every time they

    Travel for work which is very
    Often. They're historians after all.

    So, right now, we don't have
    Any other desktop computers. Eh,
    You know, I don't mind going to the library, maybe

    I'll have some time to look into that anonymous blogger.
    Maybe I'll learn more

    About them in some way.

    Likely not, but you never know.
    In the end, I will probably end up joining
    The investigation team, but I
    Truly feel a
    Little bit suspicious about the blog owner.
    Eh, they're anonymous though,

    So it's natural to be a little suspicious, right?
    Ugh, anyway, it hardly matters.
    Suspicious or not, I
    Probably will join the
    Investigation team. I don't want to be haunted by food monsters! I
    Can't run the best cultural restaurant
    In the world if I am plagued by
    Otherworldly food spirits,
    Ugh! Maybe joining the team will do me
    Some good! After all, it could stop these

    Beasts from following me around!
    Ugh, I don't know, I'll
    Think about all this after I'm done making my website.

    Even if this is all a lie, I
    Have to join.

    Of course if this turns out to be a scam,
    Haha, guess I feel for it!

    Whatever, for now, that's not my focus.
    Especially since I
    Literally have other things to do.
    Let's put a pin on joining the team until the evening."


    Loud crackle of thunder outside jolting him awake, the hyena buried his head in his pillow. Ugh, now of all times there had to be a lightning shower? How incredibly annoying. The weather app on his phone said there would only be a fifty percent chance for rain. So much for accuracy. Machines were never right about a single thing were they?

    Hearing the next door neighbor scream at her kids to head inside now, the chimera let out a sigh of relief. He supposed rain was good for one thing at least, keeping the annoying screechers inside. Fluffy head creature put aside, he let out a yawn. No time to think about that nonsense. He had to get up and get ready for the day.

    Reaching for his phone, the food enthusiast scrolled over to his bookmarks. Tapping the anonymous blogger's webpage once more, the chimera pondered. Should he join the investigation team? That monster sushi incident at that new restaurant, he couldn't just ignore that happened, could he? Maybe he should answer the response and join the team.

    But, the college graduate shook his head. Or, maybe he shouldn't. What if this was all a scam that this person was hoping on the other side of the screen people would fall for? The internet was the wild west for the gullible and vulnerable. Putting his phone down, he put a pin in such for the time being.

    Fixing his bed, the chimera tried to recall what was on the agenda for the day. What did he put on his schedule today? Scrolling through the scheduler app, he almost did a double take at what had been laid out in front of him. Oh, he was making his odd jobs website today, how could he forget? How long ago did he write that down?

    Reading the text again, the chimera flinched. Wait, he was doing what today? Making his odd jobs website? When did he put this down on his schedule? He completely forgot that he placed that here! Head practically spinning, he sighed as he put his phone down. It was better to have it ready a few days before than last second he supposed. But, there had been one problem he could not ignore.

    This house had no available computers to use. His parent's office was always locked whenever they went away on a long job. And, the only other desktop was in Deigr and Coiote's room. There was no way he's going in there! He bet that machine of theirs was filled to the brim with disgusting dirty pictures of their partners, forget ever using that! And, his college laptop has since been returned. What will he do? There's no way he's making this website on his phone!

    Pulling clothes out from the top drawer, the young adult let out a tired sigh. He supposed he had no choice but to go to the local library and borrow theirs for a few hours. When does that open again? Around nine in the morning, maybe? Ah, no, that won't do, his card expired years ago, didn't it?

    Locking the restroom door behind him, the chimera could hear his annoying sisters scream from the opposite end of the house. If Deigr and Coiote think they can use his bathroom, they have another thing coming. They have their own that they share with Hase, go away! Why couldn't these two ever learn to use their own space instead of trying to take everyone else's?

    Lightning practically hitting the window as the little sprinkler plopped through his hair, the chimera let out a barely audible scream. The storm sure was close. That lightning couldn't strike him from here, could it? He needed to hurry and finish before he was fried into the ground! Soap burning the nicks on his wrist aplenty, the young adult tuned out the pain.

    Conditioner practically falling into his eyes, the young adult hurried to rinse the hair cleanser away. Maybe there were hygiene ghosts messing with him as well. Towel wrapped around his head, the screeches from the other side continued. For god bread's sake, can Deigr and Coiote go back to eating their boyfriend's faces already? How annoying.

    As the teeth bristles pressed against his sharp fangs, the chimera could not stop thinking about that anonymous comment. Maybe he should join the food paranormal investigation team. Surely it wouldn't cut too much into his odd jobs business. After all, it was highly unlikely people would contact him for weeks or even months. Being the valedictorian at an American culinary arts college was barely an achievement for some people. Bandage reapplied, he reached for a set of rubber bands.

    Putting his hair up in two low braids, matching waffle hairpins and earrings had adorned the food enthusiast's hair and ears. Dark blue shirt with a large plate of chicken on it soon covering him with the text Lick That Chicken, a pitch black skirt covered his knees in an instant. Bristles taming the locks, the chimera returned to his room.

    "Finally, the good bathroom is free!" Deigr shouted. "Better hurry before--!"

    Hearing his pesky sister's feet bolting towards the restroom, the hyena made a run for it. Oh, no, she doesn't! If she thought for a moment he'd let her use Natalie, Leah and his restroom for even a moment, she had another thing coming. Skidding his feet by the door, he reached for his tablet. Not on his door, they don't!

    [Use your own bathroom.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Ugh, I thought you'd be cooking your stupid experimental breakfasts already by now!" Deigr cried.

    [Who asked you for your unneeded opinion? You can forget me making you coffee today. You know this bathroom is for Natalie, Leah and me only. Go use yours.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Why did the three of you have to get the best bathroom in the house?!" Deigr cried stomping off.

    Reaching for a key from his pocket, the food enthusiast clicked the privacy tool into the hole. Maybe it's about time he keeps this door closed at all times when it's not in use. Natalie and Leah had their own keys for this door, right? He sure hoped so. Maybe he should go make some copies at the mall just in case. Returning to his room, an orange apron with the text, Chef of Silly had been plopped over him.

    Heading for the kitchen, the hyena cruised through the cabinet. What should he make this morning? Gazing at the calendar on the fridge, he studied the written text in silence. Leah, Hase signing off acting training camp for the rest of the week, he could feel a somber wave flow through him. Ah, they would be gone until next week, huh? Natalie's little signature underneath such as well, he could feel the emptiness kick in. Everyone was disappearing.

    Removing a set of eggs from the fridge, the hyena placed his hands on his chin. Maybe he could make some meaty chicken omelettes. That sounded like a good idea. Cracking his knuckles, he removed a small container of fowl from the freezer. Little strips plopped into the microwave, thunder clapped down from the heavens once more.

    As the chimera set down the cooking spray, the young adult cracked the eggs over the frying pan. How many omelettes should he make? Would three do? Four? Maybe three would be enough. Cracking his knuckles, he dropped the chicken down into the black dome of doom. Rain pitter pattering upon the window, he broke into a shiver. Was he about to visited by a chicken wing monster? Please, no.

    First omelette fried and ready to go, the food enthusiast quickly let the second and third one simmer. Meaty goodness ready, he set the table. Yet again, another culinary masterpiece. Condiments set on the table, he turned on the kettle. Which tea would be perfect for a stormy day like today? Earl grey might do.

    As the kettle had screamed upon the stove, the chimera drummed his fingers on the table. His odd jobs business was supposed to start towards the beginning of next week. Should he just go to the public library and make the website today? Maybe he should. The lightning storm would stop shortly, right? It had to. Pouring the tea, he drummed his fingers on the table as everyone barreled in.

    "Smells like chi'ken," Varg said, yawning. "Someone making omelettes?"

    "Chicken in omelettes? I swear, Siorc has a screw loose!" Coiote cried. "How he graduated that college as a valedictorian is beyond me! These experiments are low bar!"

    "If ya don't want it, go eat at yer boyfriend's house," Varg said, arms folded across his waist. "I bet if he cooked ya a chicken omelette, you'd be eat it out his hands."

    "So what if I would?!" Coiote cried. "You guys need to stop being so nice to him. I bet he only graduated because they were tired of him and his stupid experimental dishes!"

    Pesky sister spewing incorrect information as always, the hyena folded his left hand into a fist. Excuse him, how dare she say that about him! He worked so hard every single day to get the top scores! First of all, it's called mixing flavors, not experimenting! But, he guessed her food palette was just a plain omelette with nothing but cheese in it! Who asked her for her opinion? She wouldn't know good food if it hit her in the face! Reaching for his tablet, he scribbled away.

    [For your information, I was the valedictorian, and I studied hard to earn that achievement. Unlike you who graduated with the bare minimum of credits at a community college. But, we're just going to forget that for the sake of it, aren't we?] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled some more. [Make your own breakfast instead.]

    Coiote grabbing three tins of yogurt, the chimera rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. Good, drown herself in that liquid sugar ooze. When she complains about her weight, it's not his problem, that's for sure. Seating himself down in the chair, he sipped on some of the tea. But, eyes soon wandered off towards his wrist.

    "What happened to yer wrist?" Varg asked in a concerned tone.

    Inquiry coming his way, the hyena continued to sip his tea. There was no way Varg would believe him if he mentioned the monster saws that attacked him while attempting to use chopsticks at the sushi restaurant, would he? But, what good would lying do? Setting down the cub, he scribbled away.

    [I was attacked by possessed saws while getting sushi with my friends yesterday.] Slow scrolling text across his tablet said.

    "And, why didn't ya tell us about this earlier?" Varg asked, arms crossed around his chest. "They didn't cut ya deep, did they?"

    [Not really. But, it's fine, I'm right handed anyway. And besides, if I have to, I can just turn my hands into hyena paws while cooking if absolutely necessary.] Slow scrolling text across his tablet said, but a loud yawn soon interrupted.

    "Good morning, something smells good," Pira said, yawning. He then seated himself at the table, pointing. "What happened to your wrist, kiddo?"

    "Some saw ghost at the sushi restaurant attacked him," Varg said, biting into the center of the omelette as he finished such sentence. "Man, this chi'ken omelette's real good."

    "Why didn't you tell me about this?" Pira asked, tone concerned. "What if you had been seriously injured?"

    Flurry of concerns coming his way, the hyena held in a sigh as he bit into his omelette. What were they all so worried over? It's not like he had bled out at the sushi restaurant. It was just a little cut, it would heal. And, besides, if it had been more serious, it's not like anyone would believe him, would they? Of course they wouldn't. He'd be locked straight into a cushioned room if he spoke about it.

    [It's fine, it's just a small wound.] Slow scrolling text across his tablet said. He then scribbled some more. [The saws didn't cut that deep.]

    "If you say so, but you need to tell us if something like this happens," Pira responded in a serious tone. He then shifted gears. "So, what's up on the agenda today, kiddo?"

    [I'm going to the library to make my odd jobs website. But, I need to renew my library card to use their computers.] Slow scrolling text across his tablet said.

    "Ah, right, I paid for a Circle Space subscription for you, forgot 'bout that," Varg said. He then turned towards Pira. "Thought ya said we're turning the empty study on the second floor into a computer lab."

    "My coworkers are coming over to expand that room in a couple weeks," Pira said, nodding. He then turned towards Siorc. "You should take the water bill with you just in case you need proof of residence. When do you think you'll be back?"

    [I'm not sure, it might take awhile to make the website. I might be back late tonight.] Slow scrolling text across his tablet said.

    "In that case, I'll drive you there," Pira said. "When do you want to go? I don't work until noon today."

    [How about ten thirty?] Slow scrolling text across his tablet said.

    "Sure, fine with me, kiddo," Pira said, nibbling into the rest of the omelette. "Your chicken omelettes turned out great. You really know how to make anything taste delicious."

    Finishing the rest of the meaty egg goodness, the chimera strutted off towards the sink. Plate rinsed out, the chimera could feel his phone buzz in his pocket, but he ignored it for the time being. It was probably some scammers attempting to tell him he was some long lost Nigerian prince or something, best to ignore it.

    Device continuing to buzz in his pocket, the chimera almost wanted to put the creature on silent. Man, these spammers never knew when to stop, did they? Shaking his head, he kept scrubbing. Maybe it was one of his group chats popping off. He swore he put all of those on silent. Well, oh well, he'll deal with that later. He had a kitchen to clean up.

    Frying pan scrubbed until it was practically sparkling, the chimera put the cooking tool away. Birds chirping beside the window, the food enthusiast closed his eyes. Looks like the rain storm is finally over. At least for now, who knows for how long? Loud screams immediately kicking in outside, his eyebrows twitched. Those annoying neighbors never knew when to stop screeching, did they? Why couldn't they just play inside like every single other child their age?

    Returning to his room as all the plates had been washed, the chimera flipped through an older volume of a food fantasy manga. Ridiculously drawn chefs screaming food attacks at one another as they cooked, the young adult groaned. Man, this all so unrealistic. No one ever shouted like this while he was making dishes for a grade back at culinary school! He bet the author who wrote this didn't cook a day in his life!

    Returning to the blog post comment again, the chimera stared at the invitation once again. Should he reply to it? But, the hyena shook his head as he closed the browser application. No, not just yet. Shouldn't he wait a couple days before jumping into this? Maybe it was better if he waited at least a little while. Apron put away in his drawer, he gazed at the clock. Ten minutes until go time. Raincoat packed into a shoulder bag, he slipped into his loafers.

    Pira waiting for him at the door, the party of two headed out towards the garage. Utility bill handed off to him, the chimera took a long deep breath as the van's engine rumbled. Please, don't let there be any water ghosts at the library near the fountains.

    ->

    Six minutes later.

    Mestre Library entrance out in front of him, the chimera drummed his fingers. Here it was, the Biblioteca coumale di Mestre. How many years had it been since he had last been here? Probably six. He hadn't been around these parts since the summer before leaving for the culinary school. He remembered to return all the recipe books and manga, right? Oh, no, what if he forgot and he couldn't renew his library card?

    "Do you want me to go in with you?" Pira asked. "I know you probably don't want to chat with the librarians."

    Nodding, the chimeras fingers trembled. He didn't forget to return that recipe book he borrowed, right? If he did, he probably owed over two hundred euros by now! Maybe he's on the library's most wanted list for missing books, too. But, the food enthusiast popped such thoughts with a bubble. No, no, he's being ridiculous, come on now. He definitely returned them!

    Large towering bookshelves every which way, the hyena broke into a sweat. The Mestre library was the same as he remembered it, tall and intimidating. Maybe he should have just gone to the one in the next town over instead. But, no, that wouldn't work out in his favor, would it? Strolling over to the front desk, his brother soon excused himself.

    Librarian at the front desk typing away at her computer looking up his name while chattering away in Italian, instructions had come his way to take out an identification card. Doing so, the chimera broke out into a sweat. It wasn't expired, was it? How often did he have to renew those again? He didn't know. Lady at the front desk informing him he had been good to go, Pira's eyes soon met his.

    "When you're ready to come home, text Varg and he'll come get you," Pira said. "See you later, kiddo."

    Brother exiting, the hyena headed off towards the public computers. Signing into the furthest one from the back, he broke into a sweat. Oh, no, he forgot to ask what Varg set the Circle Space account name to. Opening up his business e-mail, he scrolled through the junk mail. E-mail entitled, your Circle Space account name and password, he puffed a sigh of relief. There it was, thank goodness.

    Circle Space dashboard practically burning his eyes, the young adult almost wanted to close out of it. Who set the default dashboard theme to yellow with light green text? Someone at this company must have gotten fired for this. Hovering over to a plain white and black theme, he navigated through the website builder options.

    Reaching a for restaurant owners template, the chimera clicked such in an instant. There it is, the perfect layout for him! A million lorem ipsums screaming at him, he placed his finger on his chin. Alright, what should he say to drive traffic to his odd jobs website? He needed to boast as much as possible at being a valedictorian, that'll do it. Stretching out the text, Ingne Odd Jobs in a dark pink skewed style, he typed away for minutes on end. Reading it over, he almost wanted to swipe his finger across his nose.

    "Ingne Odd Jobs!

    My Story: Hello, my name is Siorc Ingne, future restaurant owner. I am a hyena chimera and I was this year's valedictorian at the culinary school over in Chicago. I reside in Mestre Italy, and I would be thrilled to do any odd job you require of me. I am flexible and can do almost anything you ask. Travel? No problem, I am versatile and ready for your every need.

    If you need me to fill in for you at any food establishment, I'm your hyena. If you have any questions or concerns on what my odd job services provide, feel free to reach out to me through any of my social media outlets listed below. I am very eager to work with you. And, if you have a cooking job for me, you might even get a discount.

    I am culinary licensed and can cook basically whatever you need of me, and I am very flexible and accommodating. If there are ingredients you need me to get for you, worry not, I will pay the whole price. Food is my passion, and I am looking forward to be able to make something for you if you ever need.

    My Rates: Payment depends on the complexity of the job and how many hours you might need me for. But, my base rate is around nine euros an hour. If you would like to negotiate prices, feel free to contact me. Payment will be collected when the job is done. I do not accept payments in advanced.

    Catering rates: If you require me to cater for a party, please let me know in advanced. Depending on the size of your party, I might charge per person rates, but I am willing to negotiate as you see fit. Please note that if you need me to cater for more than a hundred people, it is best to contact me far in advanced.

    Other Rates: Anything else that you require of me can be discussed on a case per case basis.

    What kind of jobs don't I accept: I have a right to refuse a request if I deem it dangerous or if I feel as though I cannot accommodate you. Please understand that I am just one person and cannot do everything for you. Contact me for specifics if you are curious. But, if I feel you are a threat to my safety, I will not work with you.

    Thank you for considering working with me. I look forward to accommodating whatever you require of me."


    Eyes hovering over the final portion, the chimera could not help but wonder. Should he maybe elaborate further on what kind of jobs he doesn't accept? Maybe he should. Making a special tab and adding a hyperlink to such, he tried with all his might to make the forbidden list clear. Surely, no one would submit a request to do anything dangerous or disgusting, would they?

    Little flash drive soon plugged in, the young adult added a website background. Gazing at the clock on the corner of the screen, he rubbed his eyes. Man, how was it already two in the afternoon? Just how many words had he typed up at this point? If he had to code this entire thing, this would have taken a lot longer. Thank goodness for the visual editor.

    Adding a picture of his culinary license somewhere on the website, the chimera's cheeks grew pink. Was this too much? Maybe it would push traffic away from his website. It probably would, wouldn't it? Shrugging, he pressed the save button. It's not like anyone would navigate to that page anyway, right? Probably not.

    Adding a request a recipe and request for catering buttons on the side of the page, the food enthusiast wondered. Should he add a little floating waffle on the corner of the page? But, he shook his head. No way, this wasn't Toombler, he needed to make this look a professional as possible! This was a business, not a game.

    Navigating through the dashboard, the college graduate searched for a countdown function. Setting the counter to five days from now for the website to go live, he double checked his grammar. Please, please don't be any errors. Adding an Italian translation, hours dragged on like a puppy chewing on their favorite toy across a rug. Various other languages added, he plopped his head on the desk as he finally pressed the publish button.

    Everything set, the chimera returned to the anonymous food blogger's website. Returning to the comment, the hyena knew. He needed to join this investigation team no matter what. These food monsters, ghosts, whatever they were, they needed to go away for good. Long response typed out, the chimera clicked send. Mouse hovering over towards the end session button, he cracked his knuckles. It's not like they're going to answer anyway, right? Probably not.

    Heading over to the comics and manga section, the chimera let out a sigh at the miserable collection laid out in front of him. Not a single volume of interest was here as expected. He was going to have to import the rest of the series he had been reading from the United Flop of America, wasn't he? How wonderful.

    Varg coming by on his motorbike, the hyena gulped as he placed himself on the second seat behind him. Returning home after a speedy tired screech, the young adult's heart practically leapt out of his chest. Working from home sure gave him a lot of time on his hands, didn't it? But, he knew he couldn't say such a thing. Heading into the kitchen for the evening, he prepared a juicy beef stew.

    Cleaning up from dinner, the chimera removed his phone from his back pocket. Three notifications waiting for him, a sea of surprises waited for him. Bar entitled, from anonymous, the food enthusiast swiped in immediately. But, what waited for him immediately dropped a chill down his spine as he read further.

    "Welcome to the team, Siorc Ingne,

    Thank you for joining us on our Paranormal Food Investigation Team. It is quite unfortunate you have been plagued with this curse that harms us all. You can expect a welcome gift at your home within six business days. Consider it my gratitude for helping me out.

    Since you seem eager to work with me, I will give you your first task upon this food monster extermination journey you will be taking with us. There is a small town in Japan that has reported they are seeing hotpot ghosts that have been coming after small families. Go celebrate a hotpot with them and eliminate the monsters that come.

    Do not worry about travel, head to this address and rest assured, you will be there before you even know it. I appreciate your quick response and look forward to making this world safe from this wretched monsters once again."


    The chimera's heart skipped a beat at the text laid out in front of him. Wait a second, how did this person know his name? They traced his IP address, didn't they? How very sneaky. Should he really agree to work with this person? He did not know, maybe he shouldn't. But, it would be nice if these food ghosts would just disappear before the problem got any worse.

    Putting the address into his maps app, the hyena rose an eyebrow. What in the world is this swirling blue thing? Note left beneath it reading that if he sees this, he is to come here at four in the morning, the young adult broke into a sweat. Why so early? Something was fishy about this. Adding a thumbs up emoji, the chimera crawled into his bed, sleepy panda pajamas practically hugging him. Dozing off, red flags were waving as dreamland took him away.

    Something wasn't right about this, wasn't it?

    ->

    Eight hours later.

    Phone alarm screaming at him, the chimera rubbed his eyes. Did he really want to do this? Should he really trust some random stranger on the internet? His mother would be angry with him if she knew he had contacted some random person from who knows where. Shrugging, he clicked on the onigiri hairpins and earrings on. He was going to be twenty five next year, he can think for himself. Surely, this random anonymous stranger wasn't out to kill him.

    Messenger bag slung over his shoulder, the food enthusiast gazed at the location once more. Why did this person want him to go to an alleyway for? Tiptoeing through the hallway, the chimera closed his door from behind him. Please, don't let Strix be awake at this hour and see him leave. Television in the living room quietly blaring with a silly soap opera, the college graduate grit his teeth. Oh, no, he was spotted.

    "Huh, Siorc, where you going this early?" Strix asked, yawning. "You going on a date or something?"

    Question coming his way, the hyena's tail stuck upward. Ah, no, there it was, the inquiry. What should he say? Should he say he's going to the park for a walk? Ah, no, it's not open at this hour. Maybe he should say he's going to investigate the paranormal food phenomenon somewhere. Surely, that would be believable, right?

    [I'm meeting with someone from the Paranormal Food Investigation Team.] Slow scrolling text across his tablet said.

    "I see. Please, be careful. I dunno why you're meeting strangers from the internet, you probably shouldn't," Strix said, yawning. "But, you're an adult. I'm not going to stop you. I'll let Pira and the others you went out." He let out another yawn as he said such. "See you later."

    [Don't tell Pira about this, please. Just tell him I'm out with friends.] Slow scrolling text across his tablet said.

    "Alright, don't know why you're being so sneaky," Strix responded. "See ya."

    Plugging the walking instructions into his phone, the chimera turned on his flashlight. Finding himself in a cramped alleyway, a terrifying blue vortex waited for him. What in the world is this thing, and how did it get here? Letter on the ground waiting for him, he read it for a moment. Instructions coming his way to count background from twenty in his head, the paranormal food investigator closed his eyes. Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six.

    Five.

    Four.

    Three.

    Two.

    One.

    Poof.

    Intense blue light engulfing him, the hyena screeched as a strange space opened up in front of him. Vortex pushing him forward, he grit his teeth. What is this? Dragged towards the light, he closed his eyes. Whatever this thing is, it's unreal. Someone pinch him, he has to be dreaming! Opening his eyes once more, a rural Japanese town awaited him. Phone buzzing, one unread message awaited him.

    {Anonymous}
    {If you received this message, that means you have made it to Japan. You should be in a little rural town known as Yoshino, Japan. It is almost noon by the time you arrive here. Head to a house with a red roof, a group of rabbit chimeras will be expecting you. Engage with hotpot with them until the monster appears. The eldest brother will provide you a katana as instructed.}


    Reading the message, the hyena broke into a sweat. Wait a second, how did this person get his phone number? This person sure dug deep into his personal information! Maybe he shouldn't have joined this team after all. Finding a house with a red roof, he slowly knocked on the door. This was the right home, wasn't it? Little farm on the outside, he gulped. He didn't ruin their soil did they? Door opening, a serious look awaited him.

    "Hi there, are you Siorc?" the person in the doorframe asked. "You are here to help with the hotpot ghost, right?" Their ears dropped beside them as they said such. "My English is okay, right? You're from Italy? Sorry, I don't speak Italian."

    Standing by the entrance had been a tall adult masculine appearing rabbit chimera with light pink hair pulled into two high buns. Pink eyes to match, the stranger adorned karate gi. Seeing such, he could not help but wonder, were they a karate sensei? Had he come at a bad time? He sure hoped not. It would be quite terrible if they had to run somewhere. Tablet out in front of him, he turned on the auto translate to Japanese button as he scribbled away.

    [That's me. I'm here to help you with the hotpot ghost problem.] Slow scrolling text across his tablet said. He then scribbled some more. [And, your English is fine, please don't worry about it.]

    "Oh, that's good, I'm glad," the stranger said. "I am Nousagi. Everyone else is waiting for you. Come in."

    Door opening, the hyena's hands grew steamy. Here he was, in a stranger's home dealing with a paranormal food issue. Was he really ready for this? Maybe he wasn't. Door closing behind him, he knew it was too late. Guided towards a marble wooded room with an old timey feeling to it, a wave of unease flow through him. Had he gone back in time to Edo Japan, too? Spotting a smartphone tucked away in the rabbit's karategi, he shook his head. Maybe this family just abided strongly to old traditions.

    "He's here," Nousagi said out loud. "Everyone, introduce yourselves."

    "Thank you for coming all the way here to help us with the hotpot ghost," a nearly identical pink rabbit said, bowing her head. "My name is Kouneko."

    Sitting at the edge of the table had been a tall pink rabbit chimera woman with short rosy blush hair that had been braided on the left side of her head. Adorning a low cut pink shirt with a heart on it and the text sugoi above it, she adorned a short purple skirt. Seeing such outfit, he wondered. What kind of fashion did Japan have to offer? He knew the manga he had always been reading was far from a good resource.

    "Hello, I am Shunko," a black haired rabbit girl said, bowing her head.

    Bowing her head in the left corner had been a young adult rabbit chimera with long black hair pulled into low braids. Light brown eyes looking rather full of wisdom, her face had been covered to the brim with freckles. Adorning an olden time pink kimono with a light yellow underlayer, the hyena did a double take. Was he in modern Japan or another era altogether? He really didn't know.

    "Honestly, why did you ask for a foreigner? I highly doubt European scum like him knows anything about hotpot," a short black haired rabbit in the corner said, head turned away.

    "Isamu-kun, I assure you, he's the cream of the crop," Kouneko said. "The owner of the food blog said he's culinarily licensed."

    "And, you're going to just take their word for it?" Isamu asked, sighing. "You know what? Whatever. I'm Isamu. You're not going to last a minute anyway."

    Speaking with low blows in the corner had been a short young adult rabbit chimera with short black hair pulled into a low bun. Adorning a white robe with a pink rabbit on the side, they adorned a black skirt beneath. Alto voice upon them, the chimera placed his hand on his chin. Kouneko used the kun suffix at the end of their name. Should he address them as a he? He supposed it didn't hurt to ask.

    "Um, please don't mind Isamu, he's uh, proud of his heritage," an orange haired rabbit girl said. "My apologies. My name is Shiroka. Please, don't add anything too spicy to our hotpot."

    Standing nervous in the corner had been a short young adult rabbit girl with short dark orange hair pulled into a high ponytail. Sporting light orange puffy hair accessories, she had pure white eyes that looked almost invisible. Adorning a light orange taisho style robe, the hyena couldn't make sense of the time anymore.

    "Shiroka, why ya gettin' all nervous for? We didn't put out anything weird! The dude told us not to, remember?" the last rabbit said. "Oi, name's Hatsu, nice to meetchya."

    Sitting at the center of the table had been a rather short young adult rabbit chimera with spiky dark orange hair pulled into two stringy pigtails. Pure white eyes like Shiroka's he adorned a pitch black open coat and plain white tee. This dude, he looked straight out of one of those delinquent manga. What was it called again, Wind Smacker? Yeah, that one. But, he shook his head at such. This wasn't an anime, stop thinking Japan was like the manga!

    [Pleasure to meet you all. Let's start with the hotpot. What do we do to summon the hotpot monster?] Slow scrolling text across the tablet asked.

    "We all have to take turns putting stuff in the pot, and once we put down the ingredients for hamburg steak and sprinkle in some rice, the hotpost ghost should come," Nousagi said.

    "Hey, I thought I said nothing weird in the hotpot!" Shiroka cried.

    "Don't worry, we're not going to put anything spicy in, calm down, alright?" Kouneko said.

    "You always say that, and then you load the dish with lots of bell peppers!" Shiroka shouted. "Please don't!"

    "Come on, Shiro-chan, ya gotta learn to live a little!" Hatsu cried. "This is a hotpot for crying out loud!"

    "No, no, no, no bell peppers!" Shiroka cried." Onii-chan, why would you even suggest we add those?"

    "Could you grow up already?" Isamu said, sighing. "So, we all take turns adding stuff to the hotpot as we cook it, right? Fine, I'll go first."

    "Isamu-nii-chan, don't you think we should let the guest go first?" Shunko asked.

    "Why should I?" He plopped down the meat into the pot as he said such.

    Corned beef slammed into the pot, the chimera broke into a sweat. So, everyone had to take turns putting stuff into the hotpot, right? Ah, man, this was nerve wrecking. Nousagi dropping down the corn next, he stared at the recipe in the corner. Someone's adding rice next? He supposed he'll add in the ingredients for hamburg steak.

    Shunko dropping vegetables into the pot, the hyena could hear Shiroka in the corner cry about peppers again. Tuning such out, he tried with all his might not to sigh. Man, what did peppers ever do to her? But, he discarded such thoughts immediately. Maybe someone pranked her as a child and she had despised bell peppers ever since, who knows?

    Kouneko dropping down some base foods he did not know the name of, the chimera placed his hand on his chin. So, hotpot involved mixing up a lot of foods together as a group activity, right? So, they were trying to make a hamburg steak onigiri mix? Very interesting. Would this taste good? He didn't know, he probably wouldn't get a lick.

    Shiroka and Hatsu adding their portions in next, the rice had begun to snap and crackle. Seeing such, the chimera could feel an intense wave of unease flow through him. Why was it doing that? Something was wrong with this, for sure. Eyes soon turning towards him, the food enthusiast's hands shook as he prepared to drop down the steak meat. Should he really do this?

    Hamburg steak meat added to the pot, the party of seven stirred together. Intense rancid scent overtaking the room, the young adult nearly gagged. Where did this stench come from? Pot growing cold, his eyes opened wide as a new visitor had soon joined everyone from beyond the grave. Fingers pointed, everyone stood up.

    Large rice ball with corn falling out of it and steak meat dripping, the chimera covered his eyes. This monstrosity, it came from the hotpot. Why did this happen? Was this going on everywhere hotpots were occurring? He needed to hurry up and destroy this creature before it's too late. Monster bouncing up and down, it soon had a weapon of its own.

    "Eat your peppers!" the onigiri monster shouted.

    "No, never!" Shiroka cried. "I won't eat peppers!"

    "Raaaaaaaaaah!" the onigiri monster screeched.

    Sword becoming one with the pepper despising rabbit, the young adult nearly gagged as their torso had a brand new hole in it. Monster bouncing around, another blow decorated Shiroka's ears like a strawberry patch in the middle of spring. Siblings running out, Nousagi turned towards the hyena.

    "Siorc, hurry, take this and aim for the gut!" Nousagi cried.

    Katana handed to him, the chimera broke into a sweat. Aim for the gut, where was that? Juices dripping on the floor, he took a deep breath. Only way to find out is to strike! Jumping upward, the hyena let out a battle cry. Cornbeef hamburg steak onigiri, begone! Veggie bottom sliced like a fruit ninja, the creature hissed.

    "How dare youuuuuuuuuuuuu, youuuuuuuu'l paaaaaaaaaaaay!" the onigiri monster shouted.

    "Now, slice them in half, hurry, Shiroka's bleeding!" Nousagi cried.

    Taking a deep breath, the chimera prepared himself. Right, cut down the center. Leaping upwards towards the ceiling, the food enthusiast's temporary blade did the talking. It's like using a knife in the kitchen, three, two, one, down the center! Creature screaming as it had been two halves of one monster, the juices dropped down like chocolate rain.

    Room cleaned, the young adult hurried with the family to emergency services. Doctors saying they had come just in time, a small sum of money had been given to the hyena for his assistance. Bidding farewell to the rabbit family, the young adult dragged himself back to the strange blue vortex. Dragging himself home, an intense wave of fatigue flowed through him.

    Slamming himself onto his bed, a wave of regret flowed through him. There were food ghosts around the world, weren't there? Maybe he should have never agreed to join this investigation team after all. Eyes closing as his head hit the pillow, another regret dragged itself down with him into the dream world.

    Maybe he should have pursued a different degree as well. But, he quickly backtracked. No, this is all he ever wanted, to become the best cultural chef in the world. Closing his eyes once more, he let out a yawn as the world of tormenting dreams was ready to take him away once more.

    Hopefully whatever mission he had next wouldn't be tiresome.



    I guess this is where the story really starts? Haha. Next week is a birthday part episode, I guess.
     
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    Dish 4: Chocolate Cake Monster


    "Maybe I shouldn't have joined the paranormal food investigation team.
    You know, I'm honestly getting pretty

    Suspicious of that anonymous blogger.
    Undeniably, they're pretty dangerous if they're willing to
    Search my IP address to find out my name and
    Possibly location. For the record,
    I didn't put my name or anything on my
    Comment when I said
    I was interested in joining the paranormal food investigation team.
    Of course I didn't, I know, unless it's a business venture to
    Never use your real name online.
    Since my odd jobs website isn't live yet it

    Absolutely means they looked up my IP Address and then
    Basically did a whole lot
    Of digging on me. Maybe they even looked
    Up my name on
    The university website. Which, if

    That's the case, I am a bit
    Horrified. I get they want to know more about their
    Applicants, but, they could have just asked, and I'd have been happy
    To answer in an email or otherwise.

    At the end of the day, they're probably
    Not trustworthy, but I don't want to leave the team. For
    One thing, it gives me something to do when I have
    No odd jobs to take care of. Since I haven't started that service just
    Yet, I can squeeze in a few
    More. It's also quite unlikely I'll get a ton of
    Odd jobs anyway. At least,
    Unlikely if I don't advertise myself. I am not
    Super active on social media. I mean, I'm

    Following my college friends
    On there and my roommates, but we're
    On the opposite side of the world now.
    Don't get me wrong, I have money saved if I have to go out of the country,

    But, eh. I don't think this will work out that way.
    Let's hope I get a lot
    Of requests fast so I can
    Get a head start on my restaurant! But, I
    Guess the world won't
    Ever completely work in my favor. I considered
    Removing the portion

    About me being the valedictorian, but
    Removing it would probably
    Erase any chances of me

    Getting traction to the website. Not saying that people will find me
    Reliable if I have that
    On my site, but I feel like it
    Would be better to have
    It there rather than
    Not having it there. But, I
    Guess it could go either way anyway.

    Now, honestly, I have no idea what is in store for me today. Feel kind
    Of tired after dealing with
    That hotpot ghost in Japan.

    One thing is for sure, I'm
    Not jumping into another investigation today.
    Let's just pause that for a bit.
    Yes, pause. I'm pretty sure those

    Dastardly neighbor kids want me to bake scones.
    I'm definitely going to make their mother pay a
    Disgusting amount for that, an annoyance fee, if you will!

    Though, I am
    Hoping she's given up on
    Ever asking me to come over.
    Yes, I am crossing my fingers and

    Toes. Okay, not toes, but, you get what I mean! Please,
    Retract that statement of wanting scones.
    As, I don't want to deal with those
    Children of hers. They're always waking me up
    Every morning, splashing away! Every

    Morning. I don't know how they can stand it,
    You know? They

    Can't just use that
    Obnoxious pool of theirs every day! Ugh,
    Maybe I'll add a
    Multitude of charges, but
    Eh. Hopefully she decided to
    Not ask me again!
    That would honestly

    Be so amazing if she doesn't want to
    Anymore. No offense to my neighbor, but I
    Can't stand how loud her
    Kids are! If she asks me

    To babysit, forget it. For
    One thing, I have

    More important things to do,
    Especially since I'm starting

    The odd jobs business soon. I
    Have no time to
    Ever watch over loud kids.
    You know, honestly, I

    Probably should add a
    Rule in the no section
    On the topic of
    Babysitting. I
    Am not going to
    Babysit anyone.
    Let me just say that right now.
    You know, it's honestly not worth it. I have tied the

    Knot on all the
    Nos already, and it's already too late to edit to include more.
    Oh, well. I'm supposed to be flexible, not a
    Wet noodle who doesn't accept anything.

    Might as well babysit if it involves cooking.
    Yes, cooking. What? I

    Am not ever ordering takeout if I
    Don't have to. Look, I adore food from any source,
    Don't get me wrong, but the best source is me. If I want a five star
    Restaurant that has food from
    Every culture I
    Should learn myself before
    Stuffing my face with food from restaurants.

    Though, like I said, I'm
    Obviously not going to babysit those brats.
    Oh, well, I guess I'll bake

    Scones, but only
    If the mother pays me! I'm not
    Going to otherwise.
    However, there is something I am

    Worried about. What if there's food ghosts who
    Haunt me while I'm helping
    Out? No one will pay me

    At all if that happens! I'm
    Rather terrified I won't
    Ever get business what people learn

    That I
    Have the power to draw food monsters and ghosts to me! Well,
    Eh, this far they've been pretty sparing, but
    You never know! They are

    Are probably hiding everywhere!
    Not sure where else
    Yet, but they could be hiding anywhere.
    Well, I guess I will deal with
    Any that come my way, but
    Yikes, this is my life now!"


    Wind slapping the window ripping him out of his dream, the chimera rubbed his eyes. It sure was stormy since he returned to Italy. But, maybe such was a good thing. Those pesky neighbor kids would dial it down for a change. Rain some more, they were in need a permanent rainy season. Thunder every day, baby!

    But, the hyena quickly retracted such statement. Never mind, if there was lightning every day, that would be a nightmare. Letting out a yawn, the fatigue was ready to eat the food enthusiast up like a plate of ziti. Food ghosts were appearing around the world, what should he do if he's sent to an even farther country? Reaching for his phone, he opened his browser.

    Tapping on the anonymous food blogger's website, the chimera squinted at the new entry posted on the front page. Header reading, Beware Birthday Party of Death, the young adult gazed at the dooming text in front of him with a groan. Even throwing parties for anniversaries and birthdays wasn't safe now? It was a miserable world out there. Zooming the page out, he read carefully.

    <Beware, Birthday Party of Death.>
    Anonymous.

    "It would seem there have been reports around the world from parents and caterers alike that there have been hauntings at birthday parties and anniversary celebrations. Especially heavily decorated chocolate cakes are turning into monsters while being decorated or store bought cakes have begun to attack guests. Be wary, and whatever you do, do not bake any chocolate cakes right now.

    Avoid putting candles at all costs. It is highly recommended to make a vanilla cake or anything else. A safe option would be cupcakes. It is best to not take the risk if your life depends on it. We have no idea what might happen. If possible, avoid bringing cake to celebrations altogether until further notice.
    And, to the investigation team, if you would like to get involved in this, leave a comment beneath this post, and I will contact you when I best get the chance to do so."


    Rest of the post being nothing but nonsense, the chimera's fingers hovered over the comment button. But, he refrained from typing anything out. Should he really join another investigation this soon after going on one? Maybe he shouldn't. Closing his phone, he let out a yawn. He didn't have time to read this person's daily life as a faceless blogger.

    Hearing a knock on the door, the hyena let out a groan. If Deigr was demanding to use his bathroom again, she can eat a sock! Why can't those two just go back to their boyfriend's house already? Removing himself from the covers, he quickly reached for the tablet. Whoever it was, he needed to prepare himself for anything. Speeding off towards the door, the knob twisted in a slow manner.

    "Morning, kiddo," Pira greeted, tone chipper. "Our next door neighbor's been asking for you all morning. She's waiting for you in the den."

    Neighbor mentioned, the college graduate groaned. Come on, now, not this. What could she possibly want to talk about? Her kids really wanted to learn how to bake scones, didn't they? Why did it have to be him? They're going to scream his ears off the entire time! No, thanks. Count him out! But, he knew he couldn't say that. Scribbling away, his stylus strokes almost made the letters become something else.

    [I'll be with her in thirty minutes.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled some more. [What do you want for breakfast?]

    "Varg said he's been craving some quesadillas, but anything's good, kiddo," Pira responded. He then stepped away. "I'll tell her to wait a little longer."

    Fixing his summer quilt, the hyena stomped off towards his drawers. Why couldn't this lady wait until his odd jobs business opened up to bother him about the scones? The website wasn't going live in four days! But, no, she must think he has nothing better to do than to make sweets all day. Ah, well, he supposed that last bit was true right now anyway.

    Clicking the lock closed on the bathroom door, the young adult grit his teeth as loud feet stomped towards the door. Can Coiote and Deigr make like a lambchop and just leave him alone? Didn't they have jobs or something to attend to? They sure had nothing better to do than to be an inconvenience every single day. How were these two almost forty?

    "Come on, I was just about to go in there!" Coiote barked on the other side of the door.

    Pesky older sister screaming and stomping her foot like a child, the chimera rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. He ought to put a password lock on this door. How many times did Leah and Natalie have to tell her that this restroom was not for her? But, no, this was the good bathroom. Go use her own! Silence soon kicking in, he jumped towards the tub.

    As the rushing head plopped down upon him, the food enthusiast could not help but think about that message he received yesterday from that anonymous blogger. How in the world had that person know his name? They had to have IP loggers or something baked into their blog comment system. What a strange thing to do. But, he supposed they wanted to keep track of disingenuous commentators on their page.

    Wind rattling the windows, the hyena could feel a chill down his spine. Was there a medicane coming? He remembered during his stay in the United Flop Of America, tornadoes were a common point of concern during the spring and summer seasons. Was he in for a day of danger for the rest of the week? He needed to watch out.

    Pressing the knobs as his locks dripped, the chimera reached for the towel. Gazing at the window, he shivered. Could there be a shampoo ghost waiting for him somewhere in the restroom? If there were food monsters, who was to say there couldn't have been more varieties out there? He needed to be cautious.

    Bright green shirt with cut up bottom fringes with a chive on it and text that read, leek my secrets, the young adult put on a wool floor length green skirt beneath it. Fluoride ready to chill his teeth into next week, he reached for the hairdryer. How many minutes had it been since he stepped in here? It had to have been about a half hour by now. He'd better hurry up and finish, or that neighbor would talk his ear off.

    Hair put into a low ponytail with green triangular shaped hair tie, he wondered. Did this make him look like a chive person? Maybe he should have curled the ends a little. But, he knew there was no time for that. Any minute later and he would be tossed in a garbage bin. Hurrying back to his room for a moment, he grabbed the jewelry box.

    Matching chives hairpins and earrings clicked in haphazardly, the chimera dropped the tablet into the back of his skirt pocket. He had to hurry, had to be quick. Reaching the den at lightning speed, he huffed and puffed. Auburn haired neighbor looking at him with a warm smile, he kept a blank look in return.

    "Oh, Siorc, there was no need to hurry on my account, I'd have waited for you!" his neighbor cried.

    Neighbor brushing her hand down as she spoke, the chimera broke into a sweat. This lady sure was patient, wasn't she? How long had she been waiting for him already? Reaching for his tablet, he prepared himself to scribble down. If she thinks for even a moment he's baking scones for a cheap price, she can forget it. Hand writing up a storm, he steeled himself for any annoyance ready for action.

    [What do you want to talk about?] Slow sliding text across the screen asked.

    Neighbor's eyes wandering towards the stairs, the chimera placed his fingers on his chin. This lady, why was she looking over there? Did she have some secret she wanted to tell him? Maybe she knew about the food ghosts. If she did, what should he say? Maybe he should brush it off. It was best to not get this woman involved in this.

    "Is there somewhere private we can talk?" his neighbor asked. "I don't want anyone to overhear us."

    Hearing such, the hyena rose an eyebrow. What was so important she didn't want Pira to hear? Was she planning a surprise party for her children, or something? If that was the case, why ask here? Trudging towards the stairs, he wondered. Would that empty room on the second floor settle for somewhere private? Leading the way, his thoughts raced as he closed the door behind him in the office of emptiness.

    Neighbor lady looking directly at him, the chimera could feel a chill drop down his spine. Why was she gazing at him with such a serious look? She saw him go out at four in the morning, didn't she? Oh, no, what is she going to think of that? She's going to assume he's doing something troublesome, isn't she? Ugh, he's an adult, not a child, she needed to keep her nose out of his business!

    "My husband said he saw you out of your house at four in the morning, is everything okay?" his neighbor asked. "I've been hearing a lot of nasty rumors lately that young adults have been going out in the early morning hours to meet strangers online and never come come home."

    Rumor buzzing his way, the chimera grit his teeth. Ugh, he forgot that his neighbor's husband was a early riser. Maybe he should avoid going out in the early morning hours if that anonymous blogger gives him a food monster mission from now on. Or, maybe he could just go the other direction. He needed to make up a convincing falsehood, but what? Scribbling away, he could feel the white face paint ready to decorate him.

    [No, it's nothing like that. I just wanted to go for a walk at dawn, that's all.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "I see, but if you're ever in any trouble, don't be afraid to contact us, we're here to listen," his neighbor said, hands folded. "I know you're an adult now, but you can't be too careful."

    Warning coming his way, the looked into the lady's eyes. Maybe she didn't know about the food monster thing after all. Hands quivering, he hovered over his tablet screen. She came all this way to ask him if everything was alright. Maybe he could backtrack on not baking scones for those pests. Scribbling away, he knew he was about to regret this decision in a moment.

    [Thank you for your concern. I'll try to be careful.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled some more. [If you aren't too busy, I wouldn't mind helping your sons bake some scones today.] But, such had been met with a ray of sunshine too quickly.

    "Oh, really, you will?" his neighbor asked. "That's really nice of you."

    [When should I come over?] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Anytime you'd like. My boy's won't be using the pool today," his neighbor responded.

    [I'll come at around noon, then.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [See you later.]

    Neighbor excusing himself, the chimera huffed a breath. This family sure was perceptive, weren't they? Maybe they did know about the food ghost rumors going around. If that lady and her kids were to be in danger, it would be his fault, wouldn't it? He needed to remain cautious while baking today.

    Scooting towards the kitchen, the chimera lathered his currently human hands. Remove the quesadilla ingredients, he placed his hands on his chin. How many should he make? Varg said he was craving them, wasn't he? Maybe he should make three whole serving sizes worth. But, he shook his head. No, that would be way too much food for three people, wouldn't it? Maybe two per person would do.

    Gazing at his phone clock, the food enthusiasts eyebrows twitched. It was already ten o'clock. Two hours to go until the scone nightmare would eat him alive. Going to his recipe folder, he looked for a nice, meaty quesadilla recipe. Maybe a pulled pork one would do. Removing tins of meat and cheese from the bottom of the fridge, the college graduate cracked his knuckles. It's time to get cooking!

    Skillet soon removed and set to a medium high preheated setting, the chimera took out the tortillas. Spreading the margarine onto the bready goodness, the hyena could feel the confidence drop to the bottom of the ocean. He spread on way too much, didn't he? Maybe he should lay off a little on that.

    Meaty filling added, a small layer of peppers had been put on the outermost shell. Varg liked his food a little spicy, right? He remembered when he was young, he'd always complain there weren't enough spices. Adding in some for good measure, he sprinkled down the cheese in boatloads.

    Folding the tortillas, the chimera plopped them over the pan. First two's cheese melting, the hyena flipped them over. Hurrying to the next batch of two, he could soon hear the annoying footsteps barrel towards the dining room again. But, he tuned such out rather quickly. Whatever Deigr and Coiote had to say, they can can it.

    "How can you make meat every single day?! Don't you get tired of beefing up?" Coiote complained, groaning. "Put more vegetables in your food! Going vegetarian is in right now!"

    "That's right! Stop putting pork and meat on everything! Haven't you heard, red meat will make you die young and reincarnate into a pig!" Deigr shouted in an annoyed tone. "You know that everyone is just being nice to you, right? You're not good at cooking at all! I bet that college couldn't wait to get rid of you!"

    Furiously flipping the next set of quesadillas over, the chimera's eyebrows twitched. Excuse him? How dare these two say all that nonsense again! Did he have to remind the two of them he was the valedictorian again? He probably did! But, no, forget them, they would never understand. Putting the last bit of quesadillas on the plates, he scribbled away quick.

    [I've already told you a dozen times now that hyena chimeras like us cannot go vegetarian. We need a lot of meat in our diets. But, sure, if you want to malnourish yourselves and be trendy with your human boyfriends, be my guest, I don't care.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled more. [Enjoy your instant coffee, because I'm not making you a thing.]

    "Ugh, Deigr, forget him, babe's here!" Coiote cried. "We'll have him buy us coffee!"


    "Yes, let's!" Deigr exclaimed.

    Party of two stomping off, the hyena was ready to rip his hair out. Man, these two were so immature. When were mother and father going to come home and kick them out of this home? Both of them were going to be in their forties soon.

    "Don't worry about setting the table, kiddo, I got it," Pira said, placing the napkins and utensils down. "I'll clean up, too. You're helping the boys next door make some scones, right?"

    Seating himself, the hyena nodded. These walls sure were thin here, weren't they? Great, he probably heard the whole thing about him going out early this morning, didn't he? If he had anything to say about it, he was an adult now, thank him very much! But, he knew he had to keep quiet.

    "Ya mixed the pep'ers in mine pre'ey well, Siorc," Varg said in between bites. "Ya shoulda made more!"

    [Sorry, I'll make more next time.] Slow scrolling text across his tablet said.

    "Dun't worry 'bout it, yer going to help th' neighbor kids bake today, right?" Varg asked. "I'll man'ge just fine with two fer now."

    Slipping back into his room for a moment, the hyena gazed out the window. Let this scone nightmare begin.

    ->

    One and a half hours later.

    Removing the scone ingredients from the fridge and closet, the chimera let out a tired sigh. If those stupid neighbor kids scream for even a second, he's leaving, mark his fingers! He is not dealing with pests today no matter what. Brown flats slapped onto his currently human feet, he plopped the ingredients in a tiny bag. Time to get this nonsense over with.

    Wind practically ready to blow his shoulder bag away, the chimera pedaled to the medal. Man, this gust was ridiculously strong! What gives? He should have checked the weather before he prepared himself for the day! But, oh well, too late now, isn't it? Trudging towards the door, he knew he would regret this any second now.

    Doorbell pressed, the hyena almost wanted to turn around. What if his neighbor was being haunted by food ghosts, too? If something happened to her sons, it would be all his fault, wouldn't it? There was still time to get away, maybe there's still a chance to do so. But, he couldn't bring himself to do so. He was already here.

    Young, short boy with black hair opening the door, the chimera put on a shaky smile. Oh, great, Splashy Pants is here. The moment he caused trouble, he's so out of here! How old was this kid again, nine, ten? How should he know? Why should he care? Human children were a handful. Boy pointing at his skirt, he wanted to bit that digit clean off. Oh, boy, here it comes.

    "Mom, the pretty neighbor girl's here," the kid said pointing. Feet them came towards the door.

    "Good afternoon, Siorc, come in," his neighbor said.

    Lady stepping away, the chimera broke into a sweat. This house was sweltering, what's going on in here? Not a single fan on, he tried to remember. Ah, that's right, this family is all about green energy, aren't they? No wonder those pests were in the pool all the time. But, he knew it wasn't good to judge.

    Slightly taller boy already seated at the kitchen table looking at him, fingers were pointed at his skirt again. Didn't anyone teach these children it was rude to point? No? Thought so. Someone really needed to teach them that! But, oh well. It wasn't his job to teach common courtesy. If he ever had a child in the point zero, zero, zero, zero, zero one percent chance, the first thing he's doing the moment they're old enough is making sure they're nice and polite!

    "Is this pretty lady gonna teach us to make scones?" the taller boy asked.

    "Yes, this young man is your neighbor, Siorc," his neighbor said. "And, he's going to teach you how to bake some scones today."

    "Wait, he's a guy?" the smaller kid asked. "Why's he wearing a skirt?"


    "Sweetie, some people just dress differently than others, and that's okay," his neighbor said. "Now, wash up and get ready to bake, okay?"

    "Okay!" The kids sprinted to the sink as they screeched such.

    Placing down the ingredients on the table, the chimera ran his hands beneath the faucet as well. Maybe this mother was raising these boys well after all. Looking for a scone recipe on his phone, he wondered. Was there an easy one kids could understand? He supposed he'll make a small test batch to show them if not.

    "Okay, mister, we're ready!" the shorter kid cried. "What do we do first?"

    [First, add flour to the mixing bowl.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. Putting a tiny bit in himself, he pointed at the line on the side of the bowl.

    "Up to the line?" the taller kid asked.

    [That's right, up to the line.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    Kids pouring the flower in gently, the hyena almost did a double take. These boys were actually listening? Color him pink! Bowl filled to the line, he took out the baking powder. Reading over the recipe, he wondered. They wouldn't have a hard time mixing the dry ingredients together, would they? Putting in a tiny bit of baking powder, he could feel the questions ready to drag him away.

    "What's next?" the shorter kid asked.

    [Add in the baking powder.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Okay," the shorter kid said, tilting the bag over.

    Flaky baking powder plopped down, the chimera gazed at the sugar listing. But, he couldn't help but wonder. Did these two have any dietary restrictions he needed to be made aware of? Maybe he should ask before he tells them to mix the sugar in. He should have thought about that before, right? Too late now, huh?

    "What's next, big brother?" the taller kid asked.

    [Could you call your mother in for a second, please?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Why? Did we do something wrong?" the taller kid asked.

    [No, I just have a question for her.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "'Kay. Mom!" the taller kid asked. Mom running in huffing, the inquiry raced on in.

    "What's wrong, sweetie? Did you hurt yourself?" the neighbor asked.

    "Siorc's got a question for you." He pointed rudely as he said such.

    "What's wrong, Siorc? Do we not have enough ingredients?" the neighbor asked.

    [I was just wondering if your boys have any dietary restrictions. I apologize, I should have asked this before.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Thank you for your concern. My boys don't have any allergies or dietary restrictions," his neighbor said. She then turned towards her boys. "Save some scones for mommy, okay?"

    "Okay!" the boys said in harmony.

    Returning to the grind, the sugar had been dropped down next. Pinch of salt soon plopped in as well, the hyena broke into a sweat. He knew this family was a green one, but honestly, couldn't they at least open the window? But, he kept such complaints to himself. It was fine. It was best to not judge how other people ran their lives.

    Dry ingredients all mixed in, the chimera took out the pastry cutter. Instructing the boys to cut a triangle, the frozen butter was ready and waiting. Wet ingredients plopped into a pot, he knew the next portion would be messy. Maybe he should whisk the wet portion. But, such had been quickly denied.

    Wet and dry ingredients mixed together, the hyena drummed his fingers on the table. Did these boys really need his help? They seemed to know what they were doing just fine without him. But, he knew he couldn't say such a thing. What good would it do to point that out? It was best to just say nothing and move along.

    Creamy creatures soon cut into wedges, the chimera gazed down at the confectionary. Did he take out too much cream? Maybe he did. Shaking his head, the cream had been slapped on. Little snacks plopped onto a metal tin, he read the next instruction carefully. They had to cool in the refrigerator before baking them? How strange. Putting them into the ice box of doom, the boy's eyes were locked onto his.

    "What's next?" the boys asked.

    [They have to sit in the refrigerator for fifteen minutes, and then they'll go in the oven.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Kay," the shorter boy said. He then turned towards his brother. "Let's play Foodiemon until they're done!"

    Boys hopping onto the couch in the living room, the food enthusiast could feel his phone vibrate in his back pocket. Strange notification waiting for him, he almost did a double take. Friend from college leaving him a text, he placed his finger on his chin. Bogart, who graduated in his third year? It had been so long since he heard from him. Opening the message, his knees buckled at what waited for him.

    <Bogart>
    {Hey, Siorc, heard you got valedictorian, congrats! So, I gotta question for you. It's Niesha's birthday, and she wants a chocolate cake from the best of the best. Would you be cool with coming over and baking one with us?}


    Reading such, the chimera's heart leaped out of his chest. Wait a second, a chocolate cake? No, no, no, no, this wasn't good. That blog post said to avoid baking chocolate cake right now! Should he turn this down? But, ah, no, maybe that was just a silly rumor! It would be fine, right? Of course it would. Fingers shaking, he typed away.

    <Me>
    {I can do that for you. Where do you live?}

    {Bogart is typing.}

    <Bogart>
    {You'll do that for us? Cool, I live in Switzerland. Here's my address. <Redacted.> The party is in two days. Don't worry about doing this for free. I'll pay you good.}

    <Me>
    {Alright, I'll be there. Tell Niesha I said happy early birthday.}

    <Bogart>
    {See you soon.}


    Locking his phone, the chimera closed his eyes for a moment. Should he really have said yes to that? Chocolate cakes were dangerous right now! But, maybe this would all blow over in two days. Should he contact the anonymous blogger about this? No, it was too soon for that. And, besides, there was a chance that wasn't true! Fifteen minutes soon passing, he removed the scones from the fridge, kids running in, shouts had come his way.

    "Let's put it in the oven!" the shorter kid cried, hopping up and down.

    [Absolutely not, I will put it in the oven.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    Slapping on the oven mitts, the young adult plopped the sweets into the burning cooking creature after preheating finished. Setting the timer for twenty five minutes, he scrolled through his phone once more. Searching far and wide for stories about chocolate cake monsters, a particular story nearly knocked him off his feet.

    Story about a wedding party being cancelled because a chocolate cake ghost nearly burned down the entire hall, the chimera's heart fluttered. Was this really true? What should he do? He really shouldn't have accepted this offer! Maybe he should suggest a different type of cake be made. But, what good would that do now? He had already accepted. Man, he really should have asked questions first!

    Booting up a food match three game on his phone as the timer ever so slowly hovered over the ten minute mark, he pressed the play button. Maybe he had time for a round or two. Running out of moves, he groaned. Man, these cookie puzzle games were made hard on purpose to entice him to spend money, weren't they?

    Timer on the oven soon dinging, the food enthusiast gently removed the tray from the burning creature of doom. Kids looking ready to grab them immediately, he shook his head. Writing a sign to wait until they cool down to eat, he gazed at the scones. Hopefully his instructions were serviceable.

    Scones cooled after quite some time, the time to devour had been upon the family. Offered a couple, the college graduate chowed down. Salty texture melting on his tongue, he almost wanted to float over a cloud. Man, he instructed these kids so good, he deserves an award! Scones gobbled up, the kids hopped up like a jumping bean.

    "I want to make more another day!" the shorter boy cried.

    "Me, too!" the taller boy cried. He then turned towards the mother. "Mom, can we play outside now?"

    "Okay, but no pool today," the neighbor said.

    Boys making a run for it, the hyena held back the urge to sigh. These kids were sure active. He supposed it was better than rotting inside all day on social media. Hearing a bat strike across the yard, he headed for the door. Time to head back home. Waving, he could soon hear the mother rustle through her pockets.

    "Here you go, thanks for helping today!" the neighbor said. "Feel free to come here and bake any time!"

    Fifty euro note in the palm of his hands, the food enthusiast did a double take. All this money for him? Bowing in gratitude, the hyena exited the abode. Returning to his own, he gazed at the text message once more, sighing. Opening the message folder, he wondered. Should he just cancel? Closing the device once more, he shook his head as he read some dumb cooking competition manga.

    ->

    Two days later.

    Waking up at the crack of dawn, the chimera opened up his phone. Search overview informing him a train ride to Switzerland would take eight hours, he let out a yawn. Would this really be worth the trip? By the time he got there, it would already be noon. Was time the same in Italy as it was in Switzerland? He didn't know. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, the familiar soap opera played.

    "Morning, Siorc," Strix said, yawning. "Mmm, you're heading to Switzerland, right? Pira told me."

    Question coming his way, the chimera broke into a sweat. Man, Pira told him everything, didn't he? Well, it's not like it was a big secret or anything. Reaching for his tablet, he scribbled away. Strix didn't hear about the chocolate cake monsters, right? Surely, he hadn't heard anything about that.

    [That's right, I am.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "You're not baking a chocolate cake, are you?" Strix asked. "I heard rumors that chocolate cake ghosts are running rampant right now."

    [I'll see if my client will want me to cake them something else.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Okay, good luck," Strix said, yawning. "I'm going to sleep now. See you tonight."

    Shoes on, the chimera strutted off towards the metro. Ticket purchased, the hyena seated himself. Practically dozing off as the locomotive pulled out, he braced himself. Maybe he should have told the anonymous blogger he wanted to investigate this case. But, no, it was way too soon to do that. It was best to wait for now. Head slumping as he closed his eyes, he could feel himself pull into dreamland.

    "We have reached Zurich," an announcement said in Italian and then English.

    Snapping awake, the hyena stood upward. He had reached Switzerland already? Man, he slept through the whole ride! How could he do that? Hurrying out of the train, he read the instructions. Where did Bogart live again? Ordering a ride, he drummed his fingers on his knee as he read the estimated time to get there. Thirty minutes? This station wasn't close to their place at all!

    Stranger popping up and asking him where to, the hyena pointed at the address. Driver speeding away, he broke out into a sweat. Could this person obey the speed limit please? But, he couldn't bring himself to say such a thing. Reaching a rather large home with a gate his collar grew sweaty. What was this, a castle?

    Popping towards the gate, the restraints soon opened. Man, the Hakimis, they were rich, and yet they hired him, of all chimeras. Well, they were asking for the best of the best, after all! But, he bit into a humbleberry pie. Cool it, cool it, there were better cooks out there than he! Strutting towards the door, he knocked slowly. Door opening, a not so familiar face waited for him.

    Standing at the door had been a dark skinned panther woman with long sea green hair pulled into two low pigtails that went down to about her waist. Adorning a pitch black buttoned down shirt and skirt the same shade to match, her brown eyes had a little black rings around them. Tail behind her swishing up a storm, he tried to remember her name. This was Waiola, right? Bogart's twin sister? She had graduated already in his second year. He never really interacted with her.

    "Oh, you're Siorc," Waiola said, sighing. "I told Bogart to hire someone from here. Sorry to make you come all this way."

    [It's alright, don't worry about it.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "I'll pay you a little extra since you came all this way from the metro," Waiola said, sighing again. "Come in." She then let out a scream. "Bogart, stop playing with your hair and come out already!"

    "Geez, Waiola, never rush a queen when it's doing its hair!" Bogart cried. "Hey, Siorc, thanks for coming!"

    Waving at him had been a short dark skinned panther man with dark blue dreadlocks with a little curly poof in the center. Seeing such, the hyena's cheeks practically grew pink. Hello, did heaven invite an angel to earth? Because, he was looking straight at one! Poofy pink dress trailing to the ground, he tried to make his eyes wander. Man, who would have thought the rich had such a good fashion sense? Not him!

    "Can't believe you asked someone from Italy to bake a cake," another person said.

    "I reckon he has to be good if he came from so far away?" another person asked.

    Standing with an annoyed look on her face had been a dark skinned panther dragon woman with short yellowish-green hair pulled into a low bun. Slanted green eyes with scales around them, she adorned quite old looking yellow dress. What was her name again, Rashmi? He believed so. Bogart would always talk about her in their first year at college together.

    Next to her had been a tall dark skinned panther dragon girl with long olive green hair that went down to about her waist. Adorning a yellow varsity jacket, her small light brown eyes looked like they were squinty. Scaly red hands upon her, he couldn't help but wonder. Were the Hakimis dragon or panther chimeras, or both? How strange. What was her name again? Ah, right, Malati, he almost forgot. But, as he thought such, another group soon rushed in.

    "You're gonna make me a chocolate cake, huh?" an alto voice asked. "Thanks! It's not every day you turn twenty five!"

    "Thanks for agreeing to make a cake for babe," a bass voice said. "For some reason, all the chefs in Switzerland are refusing to make chocolate cakes. Don't know why."

    Looking at him with a smile on her face had been a dark skinned panther woman with long curly light pink hair pulled into high pigtails with long loose pieces hanging downwards towards her chest. Down portions of her locks going down to about her shoulders, she adorned a bright red leotard like outfit with a heart shaped center. Tall, dark skinned muscular man next to her with strawberry red hair covering half his face, his six pack abs were on public display. What was this man's name again, Goma? Pitch black frog eyes upon his face, he tried to remember where he had seen him. Oh, he was that guy on that wrestling show, or something. Snore. Scribbling away, he knew any second now, rejections towards any other cake type would come his way.

    [Are you sure you don't want me to make another type of cake? I can do strawberry, blueberry, anything else if you want.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "No way, it has to be chocolate!" Niesha cried. "Besides, those haunting rumors are totally bogus."

    "Babe only wants chocolate," Goma said in a serious tone. "Don't worry, if something happens, I'll fight it for you." He then curled his fingers. "C'mon, I'll take you to the kitchen. Don't worry. I already left the ingredients out for you."

    "This cake's gonna be so good!" Bogart cried.

    Heading for the kitchen, the chimera pressed his fingers together. Would this really turn out okay? Surely, that tidbit about chocolate cakes being haunted was just a rumor! Right, of course it was, what else would it be? Hands scrubbed and ready to go, he gulped. Hold on, why is it so cold in here? Something's not right.

    Preheating the oven, the hyena turned his attention towards the window. It was just a draft, right? Surely, it had to have been. Right, of course it was! It was just a cold breeze, nothing more than that! Dry ingredients stirred together, he swore he could see the chocolate staring at him from afar. Was it just him, or did the mix have eyes?

    Butter and sugar plopped into the mix, the air grew chillier. Maybe he shouldn't have accepted this job after all. Eggs plopped in, the chimera shook as he mixed everything else in. Pastry looking ready to hop out of the pan, he shoved it into the oven. In it goes! Screams coming from the infernal burning trap, he grit his teeth. No, this isn't good, it's going to blow, isn't it?

    "Hot, hot, hot, hot!" Something cried from the oven.

    Timer ticking down, the hyena held back the urge to bite his nails. No, that thing was talking in there, wasn't it? Oh, no. He was so doomed. Clock beeping after half an hour, he reached for the icing tube. Naked chocolate cake looking at him with glaring daggers, screams had come his way, in an instant.

    "How dare you bake me in the oven, I'll make the birthday girl pay!" the cake screamed.

    Cake's eyes on fire, the chimera hurried and slapped the icing on. Of course the rumors were true about the chocolate cake ghosts, what was he expecting? Slamming the confectionary into the freezer, he huffed a breath. Please die in the fridge, please. Heading for the living room, heaven stared back at him.

    "Party's in about two hours," Bogart said. "Wanna go play fashion versus?"

    Nodding, the hyena threw such concerns away. Ah, surely, the cake monster would die from the cold, Right, of course it was, who was he kidding, right? Two hours passing by quickly, he raced back to the kitchen, but an awful discovery soon awaited in as he placed the candles into the dessert.

    "I'll burrrrrrn the house down!" the cake cried. "How dare you put candles in me, pesky mortal!

    Cake getting oddly warm, the hyena broke into a sweat. No, what was this thing doing? He knew he should have tried harder to get Niesha to pick a different flavor! Bringing the dessert out onto the party table, he turned away. Surely, they wouldn't go through with their plan, would they?

    Goma getting out the lighter, the hyena's fingers twitched. Should he say something? Should he tell him to not light the candles? Placing his index finger upward, he tried to say something. But, nothing came out. Two and five candles and surrounding ones lit, everyone soon sang.

    "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Niesha, happy birthday, to you!" everyone sang.

    But, such was a mistake.

    "Don't you blow out the candles you old haaaaaaaaaaag!" the cake cried.

    Candles flames growing exponentially, the young adult grit his teeth. Flames decorating Niesha's outfit, she let out a scream. Cake bouncing towards the walls, the wallpaper had soon been given a fiery gift. dragon duo charred from the backsides as well, shouts added themselves to the mix.

    "Niesha, we told you to not ask for chocolate!" Rashmi cried. "My tail, ugh." Tail blazing, she soon fell to the ground.

    "My back, my back!" Malati cried, stop, dropping and rolling.

    "Babe, hurry and get the fire extinguisher, it's gonna burn the house down!" Niesha cried.

    "On it!" Goma shouted.

    Extinguisher doing its duty, a large machete had become one with the birthday cake, in an instant. Dessert screaming its last shout, the hyena closed his eyes. Why did the rumors have to be true? Charred cake tossed into the garbage, a strawberry one had quickly been made to replace it. Disappointment painting Niesha's face, apologies had come her way.

    House cleaned, the chimera stared off into space. Maybe this wouldn't have happened if he tried harder to suggest a different flavor. But, it was too late for that now, wasn't it? This was all his fault. Maybe he shouldn't get paid for this. Euro notes handed his way anyway, he tried to return it to Waiola, but a headshake had come his way.

    "It's fine, take it, you came all this way after all," Waiola said, sighing. "Sorry things turned out the way they did. Have a safe trip home."

    Returning home after what felt like forever, the hyena hopped on his bed, face buried deep into his pillow. Maybe he should have contacted that anonymous blogger first. That was his fault, wasn't it? Crawling underneath his covers, he closed his eyes as thousands of regrets flowed through him.

    He shouldn't have disregarded that cake monster story as just a rumor.



    In all honesty, I had to greatly expand what these chapters were going to be like because the initial one paragraph descriptions felt like they'd be too short to tell a story. So, this is going to be a mix of sol in the beginning and middle and horror towards the end, please understand.

    Next week it's back to the...United Flop of America, yay!
     
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    Dish 5: Teapot Spirit


    "Maybe I shouldn't have gotten into the culinary arts when I was a child.
    You know, maybe I'm regretting it just a little.

    Or, maybe that's the fear talking. I
    Don't know. After my trip to Switzerland yesterday, I am starting to rethink my
    Decision just a little.

    Just a tad. But,
    Oh, no, push that all
    Back! It's just a little teeny, tiny issue! I'm much
    Stronger willed than this! It's

    Basically my fault I wasn't more stubborn on the chocolate cake thing.
    Ultimately, that's my fault, I
    Should have tried maybe a tiny bit harder
    In the end to say
    No, or suggest another kind of cake. But my client
    Ended up being a
    Stubborn one in the end. I probably
    Shouldn't have just begrudgingly agreed, but I

    Didn't want to upset her,
    Or anything. As the saying goes,
    Err? The customer is always right? I'm pretty
    Sure that's what I heard over in that stupid
    Noxious world of America. Being
    There changed how I

    See things. Honestly, people from
    There are loud and extremely open
    About their opinions, and they go on
    Ranting tirades all the time, often applying
    Their morals to the rest of the world! I

    Feel like with the invention
    Of the internet that's gotten much worse. We need to
    Reverse course. Back to not

    Typing out everything you align yourselves
    With! Ah, oh well. Moving
    On, I don't regret getting into the culinary arts. These food ghosts are just a

    Mighty setback, and nothing more!
    One day, I will have a cultural restaurant in
    Rome, and it'll be the best cultural restaurant in the world! The best their
    Ever was! I still have a long way to go,

    Don't get me wrong! Years, probably, but
    Ah, soon, I will be starting my odd jobs business.
    Yes, two days left until it
    Starts up. For now, I still have

    Some free time, so maybe I can tackle
    One more Paranormal Food Ghost Investigation.

    I mean, maybe.

    To be completely
    Honest here, that blog owner
    Is extremely suspicious. I have
    No idea what they might be capable of. But, I won't
    Knock too hard on that door.

    I guess I shouldn't get too comfortable. It's not
    Like I have to say yes if they
    Lead me into another mission. I can

    Just decline if they seem
    Obviously suspicious. But,
    I don't want more people or chimeras to get hurt. I have
    No intentions of ever letting that happen!

    And, so I should probably not say
    No. I will do
    One more before I start
    The odd job business, even though I
    Have already done a baking job and got paid and
    Ended up taking that birthday cake job, let's just
    Regard those as trial runs! I

    Properly start my odd jobs
    At the beginning of next week at the
    Ripe of the beginning,
    As the countdown from this moment does
    Not end until forty eight hours from now.
    Of course, I could speed it up, but I'm
    Rigid on it starting up when I originally set
    My countdown to reach zero.
    As it stands, though, it's not
    Like I'll be getting a lot of requests

    For awhile anyway, so
    Of course, I'm down to
    Other work. I do
    Doubt that I will be

    Getting paid for the Paranormal Food Ghost Investigation Team work, but I
    Hardly care if it's
    Only volunteer. I don't even know who that blogger is
    Since they're completely anonymous.
    They could be anyone.

    I'm not sure who,
    Nor do I know if they knew me. I'm
    Very sure we're
    Entirely strangers to one another.
    Strangers entirely. But,
    That's because I didn't see any pictures
    In which could
    Give away their identity.
    Anonymity is kind of scary
    To be honest,
    I can't imagine completely hiding who I am.
    Okay, on social media, maybe.
    Never give out your real name unless it's for

    Business purposes. But,
    Uh, this person,
    They don't even have a username, they're just anonymous, so,

    Maybe I
    Am just a teeny tiny bit more suspicious.
    Yes, they could realistically
    Be anyone. They might
    Even be someone I know. Hmm,

    No, let's rule that
    Out. I think that's doubtful, possible, but
    Truly doubtful. I am certain

    They just trace the IP address of every visitor in case of
    Hackers and trolls.
    At the end of
    The day, they have to keep their

    Blog safe, and I don't blame them. Hmm,
    Let's just sign up
    On the next investigation, I
    Guess. I already am getting caught up

    On food ghosts pretty much everywhere,
    What would one more hurt? I'm
    Not sure if there's a selection process,
    Even so, I will elect myself. I'm
    Rather nervous after

    I went through that portal, though,
    So let's hope that

    Something like that doesn't happen again!
    Ugh, honestly I
    Simply don't understand how that
    Portal appeared!
    It is better than having to
    Crunch on time
    In order to board a plane, so
    Oh well, I guess I'll take the portal, but
    Ugh is it
    So incredibly weird.

    Anonymous is pretty suspicious, it's
    Like maybe they're from the future. No,
    Stop. That's extremely dumb.
    Of course they're not. They're

    Obviously just a bit on the supernatural side. I
    Doubt they're from the future, that's
    Dumb. Oh, well, time to start the day."


    Alarm clock ringing off the walls, the chimera let out a groan. Did yesterday really happen? That chocolate cake really came alive and tried to burn the house down. Maybe it's possible he dreamt that whole thing. But, the chimera shook his head to such. If only it were a dream, that was wishful thinking! This was his life now, and he was definitely living in it.

    Memory of the incident flashing through his mind, the college graduate let out a barely audible screech. Huffing, he took a deep breath. He should have listened to that blog post and suggested a different flavor of cake to bake! But, no, the birthday girl just had to be stubborn! She couldn't have tried to ask for something else.

    Shrugging, the chimera reached for his phone as he lifted himself up from his covers. It's best to not blame the other party on this. They didn't even believe the rumors. It's fine, they didn't know. Maybe it was his fault for accepting the job. Right, of course, he's the one to blame here, he should have just said no, and this wouldn't have ever happened.

    Combing through his bookmarks, the chimera clicked the paranormal food ghost blog once more. Maybe the anonymous blogger had more to say about this. But, such had been far from the case. New entry burying the others, he clicked on the most recent contribution added. Title being rather abstract as usual, the hyena let out a sigh. Whoever this person was, they sure enjoyed being cryptic, that's for sure. Entry titled, Monuments of food and drink could be a death wish waiting to happen, sweat broke down the young adult's cheek. Come again? Eyeballing it, he could feel his will begin to sway.

    <Monuments Of Food And Drink Could Be a Death Wish Waiting To Happen>
    Anonymous

    "Thank you to everyone who has dealt with the chocolate cake food crisis, you have my gratitude for dealing with it weather you nominated yourself to join me on dealing with the problem or not. For now, the issue has mostly been dealt with. There are no more chocolate cake monsters nor ghosts that have been popping up. However, please refrain from dealing with these issues without bringing it up to me first.

    But, there are now bigger fish to fry, or rather, bigger monuments to fry instead. It has come to my attention that food and drink monuments are also a major reason for concern. From what I gather, they can be possessed by food ghosts at the same rate as food and drinks. They are armed and dangerous. Should one come across these beings, contact me. For now, I will share what ones are currently known to be possessed that require immediate attention.

    I have been hearing various reports regarding the Largest Teapot in the World is possessed and is injuring or nearly killing many guests with dangerously hot tea that is over three hundred degrees fahrenheit or as the rest of the world beyond America would put it, one hundred forty eight degrees celsius. Visitors have been left with third degree burns and have been hospitalized.


    I would appreciate it someone, or a team would nominate themselves to join this investigation. It is recommended you bring a blade with you just in case, as things might get more hostile the more people agree to join. Although it is more than likely it'll just end in a game of chase. If you are interested, write in the comments below. I will be contacting people twelve hours after this post is live.

    And, to all those who are not taking these investigations seriously, you shall be dealt with. This is not a game, this is a serious issue. Remember that there are people out there being severely injured, and it's possible in the future, people might even be killed. Thank you to all who have been taking this mission seriously. We will be in touch soon."


    Eyes wandering back to the first paragraph, the chimera broke into a sweat. Did this anonymous person know he went out and dealt with the chocolate cake monster? Ah, no, he's done for now, isn't he? Absolutely toast. Cooked into rotini and tossed into the bin. Maybe he shouldn't have done that without contacting the anonymous blogger after all.

    Largest Teapot in the World mentioned, the hyena wondered. Where in the world is that monument? He swore he had heard about it before. Typing such name into the search widget, the chimera let out a sigh. Oh, great, it's in the United Flop of America! West Virginia, more like West Trashginia! No wonder they were dealing with food ghosts there, their tea was probably low quality cheap garbage.

    Finger hovering over the comment box, the chimera pondered. Should he join the investigation? But, he shook his head. Why go back to the United Flop of America for? All their food there was second rate and processed to the moon and back! But, he knew he couldn't just let other people get hurt. Three hundred degrees fahrenheit, that was close to lethal, wasn't it? Shouldn't he do something? It wouldn't be a good idea to let anyone else get hurt.

    Reading the timestamp, the chimera typed away. This blog post was posted two hours ago. Maybe he should join. Spotting four other comments already there, he dropped down his own. Well, he supposed he still had a couple more days before his odd job business started. He still had some time to kill doing some other things.

    Putting his phone down, the hyena placed his finger on his chin. What should he do today? Maybe he could go to the mall and check out the restaurants there. Or, maybe he could go shopping at the home goods store and buy some new kitchen supplies. He could use a new spatula and frying pan. But, where even was the nearest home good store? Beats him. Who knows if Barrazoni factory store was still open?

    Hearing a rather loud knock on his door, the hyena let out a groan. Ugh, if Deigr or Coiote were here to bother him, they can make their own coffee! They can forget him ever brewing them any ever again after what they said about his cooking! They didn't even try it! Maybe if they had, they wouldn't run their stupid mouths! Hopping towards the entrance, he twisted the knob.

    "Hey, Siorc, yer friend's on the phone," Varg said, landline stretched out in front of him. "They wanna know if it's cool they stop by to ask you something."

    Question coming his way, the hyena blinked. Which friend was Varg talking about? If it was a friend from college, maybe. It's not like he had anything better to do. But, if it was that anonymous blogger who somehow got their phone number, forget it. Reaching for his tablet, he scribbled away as fast as he could.

    [Depends, who is it?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Yer friend Yinlong," Varg responded. "Ya know, I'm s'prised they're callin'. Don't they usually text you? Must be important if they're callin'."

    Varg mentioning it must have been important, the hyena wondered. What was so important? Was their noodle shop in trouble? Maybe he should go there and eat a few bowls and help them out get a bit more money. Going to the homegoods store can wait! There were definitely more fish to fry here that mattered more. Scribbling away, his words almost became others.

    [Tell them I said yes, that's fine, they can stop by.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Aight, I'll say that," Varg said. He then placed the phone back over his ear. "Yeah, Siorc said you could come over." There was a short silence between as he said such. "Oh, yer gonna come in the afternoon? Aight, see ya then. Peace." He then turned back towards Siorc. "What's fer breakfast? I'm in the mood for some ham and potato hash, but it's cool if ya wanna make somethin' else."

    Suggestion coming his way, the chimera wondered. Did they have enough ham for that? Maybe he should go out and buy some more after Yinlong stops by. But, maybe there'd be enough for three people that could suffice for now. And, besides, that sounded like quite the tasty dish. Maybe it wouldn't hurt making that.

    [I don't mind making that. But, is Pira home?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Nah, he had to go to work early today 'cause his boss wanted him to take a few extra shifts in exchange for expanding the room upstairs," Varg said shaking his head. "He ain't gonna be around in the early mornings for the next couple days."

    Hearing such, the chimera's head sunk. This house was getting emptier by the day. Hase, Leah and Natalie were still at the acting camp thing, and his parents were still away. Would it soon just be Varg and he alone in the mornings? Maybe it would be. Everyone was adults here now after all, he should have seen that coming.

    [I'll make it in an hour, if that's alright with you.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "No rush," Varg responded. "I'm gonna tune my guitar in a bit anyway and bust out some tunes."

    Brother stepping away, the hyena broke out into a sweat. Man, this house was that empty, huh? Guess Varg was thinking of starting a punk band again. How many times did this mark that he tried and failed at that? Countless, he supposed. Oh, well, maybe this time he'd get his lucky break after all these years.

    Scurrying through his clothing drawers, the hyena let out a sigh. He really needed to go to the department store and buy some new clothes. But, would there be any cute tops in his size? What if there were some shirt ghosts, too? Ah, no, what a silly thought. There was definitely no such thing. He needed to stop letting his imagination run wild!

    Clicking the lock closed on the restroom door, the hyena prayed to the skies above that Deigr and Coiote were out of the house. Didn't these two have jobs or something, or were their careers now annoying devoted girlfriends? Maybe that was their true goal in life, being nothing but a little obedient wife to their husbands! Whatever, not his problem anyway. They can continue to be their partner's little armrests for all he cared.

    Searching the lower cabinet for a bath bomb, the chimera let out a sigh as nothing screamed out to him. Honestly, he could have sworn Natalie often soaked in here with one of those things, was he wrong? He ought to go to the home goods store and buy some. Oh, well, so much for relaxing before baking breakfast. Turning the knobs, the thoughts rolled in a like a pebble.

    As the rushing waters dropped down upon him, the words food monuments haunted flashed through his head. So, these food ghosts could even possess food and drink landmarks, huh? How incredibly depressing. He should have known that was possible from the very beginning, but oh well, how was he supposed to know that? This problem was new to him!

    Loud cheers and splashes shaking the window, the college graduate held in a groan. He swore, those neighbor kids were outside twenty four seven! Did they ever stop jumping in that pool? But, he dropped such thought. Eh, whatever, what was wrong with being active? He was wrong for being so critical over them in the past.

    Shampoo bottle nearly empty, the chimera tried with all his might to squeeze out the tiniest little dollop that remained. Maybe he should go to the home goods store after Yinlong comes over. He could use a new strawberry scented bottle right about now. Quickly washing the suds out, he dashed off towards the mirror.

    Dark orange shirt with a bucket of fried chicken on it and fingers with a cross shape besides them with text beneath it reading, Not Sharing My Wings With You, the chimera stared at the discarded shampoo bottle in the garbage bin. If he bought a strawberry scent, wouldn't that attract food ghosts to him? Maybe he should consider buying scentless ones instead.

    Denim skirt soon beneath him, the hyena tied his hair upward into a pretzel braid style. Spritzing in the hairspray, he wondered. Would this look be good enough? Maybe he didn't look that great in this after all. Shrugging, he returned to his room. Light brown matching chicken wings hairpins and earrings clicked into place, he reached for a book on his manga shelf. Time for a good old classic magical girl.

    Flipping through Magical Sugar Coffee Cat, the food enthusiast let out a somber sigh. Man, why did this series have to get cancelled for? It had an interesting premise. Coffee owner by day, magical girl by evening. How did they not have a hit on their hands? He'll never understand those publishing companies standards. When he writes his best selling memoir someday as the best cultural restaurant owner in the world, he'll definitely sell millions! People sure were allergic to anything good, weren't they?

    Hour swiftly passing, the chimera dashed off towards the kitchen. Ham and potato hash, that would take about ten minutes to make, right? Finding a recipe on his phone, he cracked his knuckles. This dish had peppers in it, he sees. He supposes he's fine with that. Ingredients out on the table, he placed the potatoes cut in half on the stove in a pot. Cook the potatoes first, huh? He supposed he could work with that.

    Dousing the creature in cold water, the chimera placed the onions and bell peppers onto the pan next. Butter melted like it was ready to die, he looked at his timer. They had to be cooked for about five minutes, right? He supposed that would be more than long enough. Timer going off, he read the next step.

    Mixing the potatoes, ham, salt and pepper, the chimera let out a quiet sigh. Would this be enough? Maybe he should add some sauce into it. But, he knew if Varg wanted any, he'd add some himself. Tossing the hash back into the pan, he whistled as the creature had begun to turn brown. Hurrying and placing them on the plate, he brewed the coffee. Setting the table, he waited. Familiar footsteps coming forward, he unfolded his hands.

    "Smellin' them bell peppers, didn't know we had any," Varg said sniffing away.

    [Sorry, did you want me to use another kind of pepper instead?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "No, yer good, the spicier, the better," Varg responded. "Time to eat!"

    Varg nibbling away, the hyena stared at the plate in front of him. He put in enough peppers, right? Squirting down the ketchup, his fork twitched around the plate. Spice kicking in, he almost ascended to heaven. Man, he bought the best ingredients as usual. The roasted ham, the potatoes, he can't believe how well these things tasted mixed together! Everyone else was definitely missing out. Sighing, he stared at the calendar on the fridge. When would Natalie, Leah and Hase return from that camp?

    "Why are ya starin' at th' calendar on the fridge?" Varg asked. "Somethin' wrong?"

    [I'm just wondering when Leah, Hase and Natalie are coming back is all.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "I think their camp's finishin' in like, two weeks," Varg said. "Dunno." He then bit down into the hash. "These pep'ers really hit the spot." He stood up as he said such. "I'mma gonna fire up the guitar now. Knock on m' door if ya need anythin'."

    Cleaning up from breakfast, the chimera returned to his room. Reading the second volume of the magical coffee shop owner manga, he let out a sigh. If only there were more manga out there that combined food with magical powers.

    ->

    Two hours later.

    Receiving a text from Yinlong that they would be a little late, the chimera proceeded to rearrange the books on his manga shelf. Maybe the panda chimera had something going on at the noodle shop. Could there have been an evil ramen ghost or something? Oh, no, maybe there was. Should he help them take care of it? Maybe he should take a moment to do so.

    Phone ringing, through the guitar strums, the hyena ran around in a circle across the room. Oh, no, why were they calling? Musical notes aplenty halting, he could hear loud mhms echo in the other room. Stepping out the door, he prepared himself for anything. Was there a supernatural food issue on his hands? He needed to hurry and wipe the floor with it if such were the case.

    "Yer friend's here," Varg said, sighing. "Thought I told them not to call. Didn't ya answer yer texts?"

    [Sorry, I was sorting my bookshelf, I must have put my phone on silent.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Aight, no problem, then," Varg said. "But, maybe ya could have waited before sortin' yer bookshelf."

    Knowing Varg was right, the chimera bowed an apology. Maybe he could have waited until after Yinlong left to do it. It's not like he was going to be here long, was he? He just had something to ask about, nothing more. Heading off towards the door, he cracked his knuckles. Time for possible discussions about food ghosts. Entrance creaking open at a rather slow pace, he knew any second now, possibilities of all kinds would be laid out to him.

    "Good afternoon, sorry to intrude," Yinlong greeted, bowing. "I hope I didn't catch you all at a busy time."

    "No, yer fine, no one's really home right now," Varg said. "Just me and Siorc."

    "I see," Yinlong said in a loud voice, but he then quieted himself. "Oh, uh, sorry, I should probably keep my voice down, shouldn't I? I just remembered your brother is still sleeping, isn't he?"

    "Yer fine, Strix ain't gonna hear ya'll," Varg responded, shaking his head. "He wouldn't even wake up if a tree crashed into his room during the day." He then turned towards Siorc. "Say, Siorc, why don't ya make yer friend some tea? Come in and stay awhile." He then stepped away from the door. "If ya'll need me, I'll be in th' basement practicin' guitar. Holler if anythin' happens."

    Hurrying off towards the kitchen, the chimera reached for the tea kettle. What would be a good brew for a chat between friends? Maybe oolong would do. Pouring the creature into the screamer, he took a deep breath. Alright, Yinlong, lay it on him. What food ghost was he dealing with this time?

    "Thanks for having me over," Yinlong said in a polite tone. They then turned towards Siorc. "Good afternoon, Siorc. I hope I didn't interrupt anything important." His two index fingers then touched.

    [No, you didn't interrupt anything at all, don't worry about it.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. The tea kettle then whined. Adding one extra scribble, he readied to dash towards the stove. [The tea's ready. Are you alright with oolong?]

    "That's fine with me. I have oolong all the time at home," Yinlong said, slow smile creeping on their face. "So, uh, I need to talk to you about something. It's nothing bad, I promise! It's just, someone weird made reservations at the noddle shop today, and I wanted to ask you about it."

    Yinlong mentioning a strange reservation had been made, the hyena almost overflowed the teacups. Oh, no, had Deigr and Coiote decided to order vegan noodles at their family shop? If that were the case, he was sorry for any trouble they might have caused. They definitely weren't very polite customers, were they? They should be banned from ever going there.

    [My older sisters didn't come by and give you a hard time, did they?] Slow scrolling text across his tablet asked.

    "No, nothing like that!" Yinlong exclaimed, waving his hands across the air. "It's just, this weird group of people called us to reserved a table for today at around four and they were asking if I knew anyone by the name of Siorc Ingne." Their words were oddly fast paced as they said such. "Their tone sounded really urgent for some reason. You're not in any trouble, are you?"

    Notice about reservations coming his way, the food enthusiast broke out into a sweat. Why were people asking over the phone if they knew him? How strange. Had the anonymous blogger found out who he associates himself with? Did they find the address of all his friends and acquaintances from across the globe? Oh, no, this isn't good. What should he do? Maybe it's about time he mentions the supernatural food ghost rabbit hole he's been dropped into.

    [I joined a paranormal food investigation team, is all. Maybe they want to talk to me. Do you think I should go see them?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Well, uh, they kind of asked me if they could add your name to their reservation," Yinlong responded, two index fingers touching. "Do you think you could come? If not, that's totally fine! You're pretty busy throughout the day, after all."

    [I'm not all that busy. I'll go. I was planning on going to the home goods store, but that wouldn't take all day.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Oh, really? Is it alright if I go with you?" Yinlong asked. "Mama says we're out of gourmet soy sauce mix." Their two index fingers then touched.

    Nodding, the hyena pondered. The people who were waiting for him at the noodle shop, could they have been those four people that commented under today's food ghost blog post? Maybe they were. How many people, or possibly chimeras, lived around here and were on this investigation? He hadn't the foggiest of an idea.

    "Okay, I'll call Jiaolong to come get us," Yinlong said, reaching for their phone. "You okay with going to Happy Casa?"

    [That's fine with me.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled away some more. [I'll be right back, I have to get my grocery bags from my room.]

    Dashing back towards his room, the chimera opened his phone once more. Reading the comments at the bottom of the blog post again, he stared at the usernames. But, nothing called out to him. None to speak of whatsoever, he closed his phone. It's not like people had to put their names into that box at the bottom, oh well. It was fine, he supposed. No one was obligated to after all.

    Quickly writing a note that he was going out for the day, the chimera plopped the grocery bags into a small shoulder bag. Would Happy Casa have better options of shampoo? He sure hoped so. But, his thoughts had soon been cut off by a loud honk from the outside door. Yinlong's cheeks growing pink, he knew what was about to come next.

    "Man, I told Jiaolong not to honk!" Yinlong cried. "I hope he didn't wake up your brother. Siorc, let's go."

    Flats plopped over his feet, the food enthusiast gulped. What if there was a food ghost at the home goods store? He needed to prepare himself for any possible outcome. Dropping into the backseat, he tried to throw such fears away. It would go fine, surely. Why would those fiends wait for victims at a retail store? What a ridiculous thought!

    "Jiaolong, I told you not to honk your horn!" Yinlong cried in an exasperated tone. "You know Siorc has a nocturnal brother!"

    "Oh, my, apologies, it must have slipped my mind," Jiaolong said, giggling a little. "In any case, you want to go to Happy Casa, no? I'll take you there, but I doubt they'll have bottles of soy sauce there."

    "I know they do, Jiaolong, I called and asked the other day," Yinlong said in a slightly annoyed tone. "Can you please just take us there? We have a group of four coming today in a few hours."

    "Dear me, I'm just about to go," Jiaolong said. "We wouldn't want to keep your handsome charmer of a friend waiting, now would we?"

    "Jiaolong, come on, don't say that in front of him!" There was a frantic tone in their voice.

    Jiaolong driving off, the hyena gazed out the window. Who could this group of four be that wanted to see him so badly for? Did that anonymous blogger leak his name to some of the other paranormal food investigators? Maybe they had. Should he tell them not to do that? But, he knew that wouldn't be worth it. It was their blog, and if they wanted to tell people about other team members, that was their right to do so.

    Reaching a small shop with a bright green sign on the top of the building in dark blue letters reading Happy Casa, the hyena drummed his fingers. If there were any food monsters in this little shop, he needed to step in front of Yinlong no matter what. Jiaolong stating he would be at the store next door, the party of two exited the vehicle.

    Splitting off towards the hygiene isle, the young adult studied the shampoos for a moment, jaw dropping. Excuse him, why was strawberry scented shampoo thirty three euros? Who in the world charged that much for one small bottle of hair cleaner? How much money did he have in his wallet right now? Opening it up, he groaned. Only five hundred. He's going to go through that in the snap of a finger. Plopping down blueberry scented conditioner, he strolled off towards the kitchen supply section.

    Frying pans an absolute fortune, the chimera broke out into a sweat. Excuse him, fifty euros for a high quality pan? What was this thing made out, titanium? How could they charge this much for this? Oh, well, goodbye money, time to burn it all up, he supposed. Finding some cute, soft cat oven mitts as well, the food enthusiast could hardly fight back the urge to plop them down into his bag.

    Adding a few last extra things things into the container, the college graduate turned his head towards the right and left. There was no supernatural food ghosts here waiting to ambush, was there? He needed to be careful if there were. Hours cruising by with nothing of the sort happening, relief flowed through the chimera.

    "I found everything I needed, did you?" Yinlong asked.

    [I did. I hope I can afford everything, though.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Don't worry, I'll pay for your stuff today," Yinlong said, words slow. "I asked to come along with you, after all." His two index fingers then touched.

    [I promise I'll pay you back when I can.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Oh, no, don't worry about it!" Yinlong cried, hands rapidly waving in the air. "Your cooking would be more than enough to pay me back with!" She sighed as she said such. "I miss the bamboo soup you used to make."

    Adding a note to make bamboo soup in his phone, the party of two headed towards the self checkout. Outrageous two hundred euros spent, the chimera almost drowned in the euro notes Yinlong just put through the machine. Maybe he should give them the money they just spent right back to him. That was way too much to spot for him. Taking out his wallet, hands had soon been slapped over it.

    "Would you look at the time? It's almost three thirty!" Yinlong cried. "We'd better hurry back to the shop!" As they said such, they reached for Siorc's hand. "Come on, let's go get Jiaolong!"

    Dashing off towards the car, the chimera prepared himself. Who would be waiting for him at the noodle joint? Whoever they could have been, he really needed to prepare himself for any possibility. Small glass store with a huge noodle bowl sign on the top of it reached, the food enthusiast slapped his cheeks. But, upon strolling in, two annoyances strolled by the door.

    "Ugh, Yinlong, why did you bring him here?!" an annoyed voice asked. "Quit bringing your friends here for free meals!"

    "We're already doing poorly as it is, Yinyin!" another less annoyed voice cried.

    "Shenlong, Qiulong, I promise that's not the case!" Yinlong cried.

    Standing in the corner of the room biting her lower lip had been a young adult panda woman with bright crimson hair pulled into two ponytails. Adorning a dark black cheongsam with a cloud print and chest hole in the center, her pink eyes were imbued with rage. Bright pink ponytailed haired panda woman next to her with the same outfit, but brightly rosy instead, the chimera shook his head. Shenlong's face was so red, she was making her twintails look like blood right now.

    "You'd better not be! I'm tired of you saying, the noodles are on me! to everyone!" Shenlong cried. "We're running a business here, not a charity!"

    "I know that, Shenlong," Yinlong asked. "Did the table of four that reserved in advance come yet?"

    "Yes, actually, they came early," Qiulong said, nodding. "I'll take your friend over to the table now, okay?"

    Dragged towards the furthest table from the back, a strange person with light blue hair that had been greying glared daggers at him. Person's hair looking almost like a peruke, the young adult tilted his head. Uh, did this person come from another century? Maybe they had. Individual next to them adorning short, light blue hair slightly slicked back, and bright red lizard-like eyes, and only one hand, he quickly gazed at the next duo.

    Studying the next duo, the hyena scratched his head. Sitting at the edge of the table with angry looks on their faces had been a green spiky haired ram person with a fancy looking suit. Green eyes to match, he studied the other half. Short haired goat man with golden eyes and a plain shirt, he couldn't help but wonder even more. These four were the commenters on that food blog, weren't they?

    "What took you so long to get here?!" peruke person asked. "We're on a time limit here, you know!"

    "Lechi, don't rush him!" the person next to them said. "Whatever, forget it! I'm Rasa, and this is Lechi. We're on the paranormal food investigation team. Come with us to West Virginia tomorrow, you hear?!"

    "Demanding, much?!" Ram man asked.

    "You could have asked nicely, you know," the goat man added.

    "Did I ask you, Tegne and Rede? I don't believe I did!" Rasa cried. "We already agreed to go deal with the teapot problem, so you'd better come to the alleyway tomorrow afternoon, or else!" They then banged their hand down. "You! Reddie, give me three more bowls of noodles!"

    "Ugh, are all you Irish rude and drunk all the time?!" Shenlong asked.

    "You'll come, right?" Tegne asked. "We need you. We heard you went to school in Illinois! You know the area better than we do!"

    Revelation coming his way, the hyena rubbed his hands over his face. He sees now, so that's the reason, huh? He supposed he understood. Why refuse when it was already the truth? Nodding, he had soon been told he had better go to the alleyway tomorrow at noon.

    Returning home, the young adult plopped headfirst on his bed. Dozing off into napland, he sighed.

    Great, back to the United Flop of America he goes!

    ->

    The next afternoon.

    Anonymous blogger messaging him to bring a sword with him, the chimera groaned. He didn't even have a sword, what was he supposed to use in place of one? Plopping a machete in his bag, he dragged himself back towards that alleyway from last time. Time for this stupid vortex to eat him again, he guessed. Quartet standing by the portal stamping their feet, he almost groaned. Rush him a little more, why don't they?

    "For the love of, why are you so slow, huh?!" Lechi asked. "We told you to be here at noon!"

    [For carrot's sake, it's twelve o one, could you calm down? I got here on time!] Slow scrolling text across his tablet cried.

    "At noon means you come here a few minutes early, not on the dot!" Rasa shouted.

    "Sheesh, do you have to be so uppity about this?!" Tegne cried. "This is why I didn't want to be put on a team with the likes of you!"

    "Dear, it's fine, I'm sure they're just worried about the time difference in West Virginia," Rede said. He then turned towards Siorc. "Siorc, right? Nice to finally meet you. I heard you were this year's valedictorian. I like that. Smart men are hard to come by."

    "Rede, you better not be flirting with him!" Tegne shouted.

    "Oh, dear, what's wrong with me congratulating another man?" Rede asked.

    "You never praised me for passing in the top ten percentile at my technical arts college!" Tegne cried.

    "Could you two shut your stupid mouths and jump into the vortex already?!" Rasa shouted. They then turned towards Siorc. "And, you! You'd better have a good weapon on you!"

    Taking out the machete, the hyena let out a sigh. This would definitely not be decent enough, would it? Of course it wouldn't. Stepping towards the portal, the chimera took a deep breath. Here goes, three, two, one. Creature swallowing him whole, his body was ready to turn into jelly. Closing his eyes, he could feel himself pulled towards something.

    Finding himself on a large field of grass beside a fence, the chimera could not help but notice a large white and red teapot locked into the enclosure. Text reading, World's Largest Teapot, Chester W.V, the hyena could not help but immediately notice the creature had glowing red eyes of rage. Feeling a chill in the air, he gulped. So, this was the teapot monument, huh? Wonderful, it really had a spirit inside there, didn't it?

    "There it is, the World's Largest Teapot ghost," Rasa whispered. "Now, we have to sneak behind it and stealthily attack it before it can pour out its hot tea. Is everyone ready?"

    "Ready," Lechi whispered. "I got my rifle."

    "I told you to not bring a rifle with you!" Rasa whispered almost too loud.

    "I have a dagger," Tegne asked. "Will that do?"

    "No?! I told you to bring a sword!" Rasa almost shouted.

    "We don't have stuff like that at home," Rede said, sighing. "All we got are daggers."

    "You two are useless!" Rasa screeched. "Now, hurry, into the enclosure, it's looking this way!"

    Teapot turning their way, the hyena's hands grew sticky. Oh, no, he was spotted. What now? Small opening in the fence, the chimera slowly crawled underneath. But, as he did so, the creature let out a loud scream. Enemy hopping up and down, he released the machete. It's coming this way, he had to hurry!

    "Aaaaaaaaah, you human fiends!" the big teapot cried. "Stop visiting me like I'm some zoo exhibit!"

    "It's going to pour down its tea!" Rasa cried, sword out in front of them. "Get ready, everyone!" They then laughed. "So, you think we look like humans to you, huh? Joke's on you!" As they said such, a scorpion pincher replaced their armless hand. "I'm a scorpion chimera!"

    "Aaaah, chimeras, you're going doooooooooooooown!" the big teapot cried.

    Teapot running out of the enclosure as it leaped out of the fence, the party of five chased after the creature like their lives depended on it. No, this thing was planning on burning people, weren't they? He had to hurry and slice and dice before it was too late! Taking a deep breath, he dashed placed himself into a fighting stance.

    Creature bouncing up and down, the piping tea was ready to silence everyone. Burning liquid raining down upon his chest, the hyena let out a scream. Oh, by the skies above, this stuff was piping! Huffing a breath, he tried to shake it off, but the next victim was soon added to the mix.

    "My eyes, my eyes!" Tegne cried.

    Big teapot plopping its liquids on the ram chimera's eyes, the chimera grit his teeth. What a foul play! Machete at the ready, the young adult aimed for the backside. Everything throbbing, he prepared himself. This teapot ghost is going down, mark his unsaid words! Blade brushing against the creature, a disastrous noise recoiled.

    "Begone, teapot ghost!" Lechi cried. "Take this!"

    Bam.

    "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" the teapot ghost cried.

    "Everyone, hurry and cut it down!" Rasa shouted. "Three, two, one!"

    Daggers thrown at the enemy, the hyena looked for an opening. Hole near the eyes, the chimera made a leap for it. Here goes, one final slice and the ghost is gone. So long, evil tea spirit, farewell! Little white specter sticking its head out, the young adult sliced and diced. Creature screaming as a little jar had been clapped upon it, the job was done.

    Returning through the portal, the hyena dashed on home. Dark red mark left upon his chest, the hyena groaned as he plopped himself on his bed. He wouldn't be drinking tea again for awhile. Feeling himself about ready to doze off into dreamland, a sea of thoughts dragged him down as he caught his zzes.

    What other food monuments were possessed by evil food spirits? Maybe he should look more into this.



    Maybe it's good a portion of this is sol otherwise this would just be horror, and that wouldn't be very fun. Odd jobs will finally start soon in the story, though, hooray.
     
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    Dish 6: Ice Cream Beasts


    "So, I guess, today is when my
    Odd jobs business is supposed

    To start, but at the moment, I don't think I'll be getting too many
    Odd jobs, especially immediately. At least, I
    Doubt I will get
    A whole ton of jobs, especially since,
    You know, I have to advertise myself.

    I don't know where to even

    Start. I don't have any big following on
    The web. I suppose I could
    At mention the university, I know they have millions of followers, but I am
    Rather sure no one checks
    That page. Maybe I could advertise

    Myself on job boards?
    You know, it's worth a try. But, I don't know. Maybe I should have made fliers

    Or paid for a billboard, I guess I could
    Do that. I still have plenty of savings I never
    Dared touch. But, for now, I guess I should

    Just advertise online. Maybe I'll get more traction
    Online, but I don't have the foggiest of an idea. I'm
    Barely known outside being a valedictorian.
    So, I have to advertise myself. For hire

    Business is such a difficult world, isn't it?
    Ugh. I guess I probably
    Signed myself up for failure, but my restaurant
    Isn't going to fund itself!
    Nope, so I have to be proactive and do
    Everything I can to ensure I'll one day
    See my restaurant with my own two eyes! It will be a long and
    Slow process, but someday, I'm sure it'll work out.

    But, for now, I have to work for it.
    Ultimately, I know it is going to
    Take a very long time, but

    In the end, I just have to keep on going. I

    Hardly ever give up when it
    Involves my dreams. Sure, I have the food
    Ghost nonsense to worry about, and I
    Have been for a little over a week now, but it's not
    Like that's going to last forever!
    Yes, that's right, I have to be hopeful. I

    Doubt it's going to last forever.
    Of course, it's starting to get a little more dangerous.
    Ugh, that teapot spirit
    Burned me, honestly, I shouldn't have agreed
    To go to the United Flop Of American again!

    I'm wondering if it's best to

    Withdraw myself from the Paranormal Food
    Investigation Team, but I don't think that's a good idea. It's not
    Like I can't handle one
    Little burn, but I

    Have a feeling it's
    All about to get
    Very dangerous from here on out.
    Even if I can withstand some of the less lethal, it's

    Probably going to quickly get deadly.
    Even though I am not sure if it'll reach an
    Overly deadly, at this
    Point, it is possible. Those
    Lousy food ghosts will do anything and
    Everything to cause complete

    Chaos, and to be perfectly honest here, every single
    One of those food ghosts is going to be
    Next level each time. What's next?
    There's going to be haunted ice cream parlors?
    Aha, no, no, let's not even go there,
    Come on. I shouldn't think
    Things like that, the food ghosts

    Might be listening! I'm pretty sure
    Every single one of them is

    Diving inside my walls to listen to me!
    Ugh, ugh, no, no, let's
    Rewind. That's obviously not possible.
    I know it's most certainly
    Not. Why would it be? I
    Guess I shouldn't spend

    My energy thinking about these monsters.
    Yes, that's right, it's my

    First day as an odd job chimera for hire.
    I should be positive, a
    Ray of sunshine. Not
    Some blood of moonshine. Ugh,
    That's the stupidest opposite I have ever come up

    With! In any case, I should
    Eradicate negativity,
    Eradicate this bubble of cooking thoughts inside me. I
    Know I can't have this energy

    Starting the day like this, it's day
    One of my odd jobs business, if I am

    Wallowing in my problems, I
    Hardly think I'll be
    Able to get any work! So, it's
    Time to stop thinking about those

    Stupid food ghosts, unless I'm summoned for another mission, I
    Have no
    Obligation to even waste my brain space on this, but
    Ugh, I wish it were that easy. It's not
    Like I can just stop thinking about it.
    Don't get me wrong,

    I wish it were that simple. But, this

    Dastardly problem has gotten
    Overly complicated and now

    I'm involved. Oh, well, I am in it to lose it. I have
    Need to just deal with

    This on the side. It's
    Hardly like I'm getting paid for this, so
    Eh, it's a side gig.

    Maybe it'll die down
    Eventually, especially since there's not
    An infinite amount of those
    Nasty monsters, right? Of course
    There isn't! I know there
    Isn't! But, eh, positive vibes.
    Maybe I'll get an
    Early on odd job on day one! Ray of sunshine, good vibes."


    Wind slapping the window with a burgeoning rage, the hyena flinched as he tossed and turned upon his pillow. Was a major summer medicane coming after all? Maybe it was. Oh, great, what a perfect time for such a thing to happen. Summer had hardly just started. Climate change was a horrible beast indeed, wasn't it?

    Reaching for his phone the young adult scrolled through the weather application. Wind speed at medium, the chimera sighed. Guess there wasn't a wind storm coming after all. He supposed such was a good thing. After all, today was the day, the jumpstart to his odd jobs career! Maybe he had already gotten a request in his business e-mail while he was sleeping.

    Chest burning as he stretched, the hyena flinched. Ah, great, yesterday in West Trashginia actually happened. Why couldn't it all have just been a nightmare? That anonymous blogger, they sure knew a lot about these supernatural food phenomenons didn't they? Maybe they knew too much. Should he really continue joining these investigations?

    Opening up the web browser, the hyena's fingers hovered over his bookmarks. Should he check the blog right now? But, he quickly opened up his odd jobs website instead. No, forget it, he had some advertising to do! Right, Varg made him a Hyre Me platform page under his account. He needed to get ready to advertise himself out to the world. That multicultural restaurant in the heart of Rome wasn't going to pay for itself!

    Flashy Odd Jobs website glowing in front of him, the hyena broke out into a sweat. Maybe he put a little too much effort into coding that welcome screen. Hovering over to the administrator dashboard, the chimera let out a small sight at the visitors count. Only six within seven hours of going live. He expected as much. Grabbing the link, he typed in the Hyre Me website platform.

    Locating his username and password, the food enthusiast gulped. Would advertising himself here really work? Maybe it wouldn't give him enough traction. Well, no matter. It had only been the first day. Surely, as time went on, people would hire him. Everything always starts out slow. It's not like hitting big is possible overnight.

    Bright blue webpage barely running on mobile burning into his retinas, the college graduate let out a barely audible groan. If only the computer room upstairs was ready to go. When would Pira's coworkers start building it? Popping such thoughts with a pin, he scrolled to the new post button. It would take some time, of course. He needed to be patient. Phone keyboard out and about, he had begun typing up a storm.

    "Odd Job and Per Diem Worker At Your Service.

    Hello, there, Hyre Me, my name is Siorc Ingne, and today I have opened a new Odd Jobs business. Details can be found in the link below. Need someone to bake you something good, or perhaps need someone to purchase all your groceries for you? I'm your chimera. I am flexible and willing to do anything you ask of me. As this year's valedictorian at the Cultural Culinary Arts Institute, I shall do what I can to accommodate you that is within my capability. Please consider hiring me for any sort of job, I'm ready, willing, able.

    Hashtag new job, hashtag per diem, hashtag odd jobs, hashtag flexible, hashtag available, hashtag twentyfour-seven."


    Hitting character limit, the hyena groaned. Why did websites like this have to tell him he could only write out a certain amount of letters and spaces before the page was full? Weren't hiring platforms supposed to be verbose little things where you are trying to get people to join a project? Guess not. Maybe he should have tried out another one. But, no, most of those had cost a lot of money for a monthly subscription, didn't they? Pass. He hardly had the euros for that right now.

    Scrolling over to a few microblogging sites to post the link, the hyena placed his finger on his chin. Should he tag the university he went to for further boost? Pressing the at sign, he supposed it was worth a try. They reposted stuff from their alumni sometimes, didn't they? Americans thrived off on getting attention after all.

    Alarm beeping up a storm as the chimera hit send one last time, the hyena buried his head into his pillow. He thought he turned his alarm clock off for today! Slamming the bells down, he let out a sigh. Can he wait fifteen more minutes before getting ready? It's not like he had any work to do today! Pressing the anonymous food blogger's website, he could see a new entry staring at him already.

    Bizarre title waiting for him yet again, the young adult almost wanted to back out of the page. This anonymous food blogger sure was mysterious weren't they? Blog entry titled, Evil Ice Cream Spotted At Multiple Dessert Parlors, Beware!, the chimera lowered his eyes into a squint. He read that right, didn't he?

    <Evil Ice Cream Spotted At Multiple Dessert Parlors, Beware!>
    Anonymous

    "To the group that dealt with the spirit possessing the teapot, you have my utmost gratitude. If anyone got injured during that ordeal, you have my apologies as well. If such happened to you, leave a comment about it, and you will be compensated for it. But, consider this case closed. I have received reports from the owners that the Largest Teapot in the World has stopped moving. It was a job well done.

    But, as it goes, there is yet another frozen elephant to address. It has come to my attention that various Ice Cream parlors are haunted resulting in ice cream ghosts to appear everywhere a dessert shop follows. Whatever you do, it is imperative you do not order more than one flavor. This will likely summon an evil ice cream ghost.

    At present, these incidents have mostly been reported in the Italy and Austria areas. But, if I had to wager, this will become a widespread problem if not dealt with as soon as possible. If anyone is interested in joining this investigation, leave a comment below. I will be reading them all within twelve hours of this entry being posted. But, just know, these ice cream monsters are armed and dangerous. Some have been reported to be able to make firearms.

    Also, to anyone who is not taking these investigations seriously, this is your second warning. If I have to mention this a third time, I will be publicly listing all the names of those who has failed to understand the weight of this situation. And, trust me, you do not want to be on this wall of shame. You do not want to wrong someone like me. I have connections. Thank you again to everyone who is taking this seriously. We will be in touch soon."


    Anonymous blogger boasting in toneless text about having connections, the hyena broke into a sweat. Ah, what would they do if they determined him as one of the people on the investigation team who wasn't serious? Would they call out his odd jobs business and say, never work with Siorc Ingne, he is not taking this job seriously? No, no, no, no! He can't have his odd jobs business tank on the first day!

    Finger hovering over the comment button, he wondered. Should he mention he sustained mild burns? Perhaps he should. But, that mention of compensation, maybe they were possibly bluffing? After all, it's not like they knew his address! Maybe he should join this investigation, too. It's not like he had anything better to do. Reading the timestamp of when it was posted, he drummed his fingers. Two hours ago, ten hours to go. Maybe it wasn't too late to comment.

    Typing away, the hyena wrote down a small sentence about the burns acquired. Tips of his fingers floating over the backspace key, he shook his head. Eh, it's not like he'd actually get compensated, but it was still something he should mention, right? Three other comments beneath his, he closed his eyes. Man, this investigation team sure was filled to the brim, wasn't it?

    Hearing a knock on the door, the hyena nearly dropped his phone on the floor. Ugh, who wants his attention this early in the morning? Did Deigr and Coiote want to demand coffee from him again? Well, forget it, they're not getting any! They can live with their boyfriends and mooch off of their coffee makers! Stepping off his bed, he rolled his shoulder. Time to find out who's behind that entrance. Twisting the knob, the shields were up.

    "Hey, Siorc, my bandmates are comin' over do you mind making some extra servings of food this morning?" Varg asked. "Sorry, kinda told 'em we gotta master chef in th' making, ya know?"

    Master chef coming his way, a sweat drop dripped down the chimera's cheek. Man, did he have to build him up like that? He didn't even have his restaurant yet! Reaching for his tablet, he shrugged. It's not like he had anything better to do today, he may as well cook for four. Unless within the next two hours or so someone e-mails him, it would be yet another day of not much going on. Scribbling away, he knew he'd regret this, in an instant.

    [I can do that, but what do you want me to make?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "How 'bout a meaty breakfast skillet? My pals are fine connoisseurs of all things porky," Varg responded, practically drooling. "But, I got somethin' else to ask. Yer starting yer odd jobs business today, right?"

    [I am. Why? I didn't get any work yet.] Slow Sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Ah, perfect, 'cause I was gonna ask if yer willin' to help my coworker's elderly father with his groceries," Varg responded, arms folded across his waist. "He went abroad with his partner today, an' old dude can't get up much no more. He'll pay ya, dun't worry."

    Offer slammed onto the table, the hyena placed his hand on his chin. Should he go out shopping for this elderly individual? Where did they live anyway? If they had been out super far, how was he supposed to get there? Wasn't Varg practicing with his band today? Maybe he should have learned to drive. And, everyone else was out of the house today. If he has to take the Metro, there's no way he's going to be able to carry everything by himself! But, maybe it would be worth it.

    [Maybe. But, it depends. How far are they from here? And, how am I supposed to get there?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Dun't worry, I'll have my buddy Olann drive ya around when we're done practicin'," Varg responded. "We'll be done practicin' at 'round two. The elderly dude ain't expecting people to go shopping for him 'til two thirty anyway."

    Hearing such, the hyena placed his hands on his chin. Did Varg have work again after practice? He never knew how he had time to try and be a band and work from home at the same time. What did he do for a living again? Ah, right, he was a translator at some big firm or something. How many languages did he know again? Probably a lot, who knows? It wasn't in his place to ask.

    [I'll be ready in about half an hour.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Dun't worry, no rush, my friends ain't coming over for about an hour anyway," Varg responded, shaking his head. "If ya need me, I'll be tunin' my guitar. See ya in a bit."

    Varg stepping away, the hyena slid down upon the door. Man, he was going to run out of meat soon if he had to make dishes for his band again. But, oh well, he can go shopping and pick up more stuff at some point this week, no problem. Hurrying to open his clothing drawer, he rushed off to the restroom.

    Door locked behind him, the chimera could hear the familiar loud feet in a distance. Oh, great, Deigr and Coiote were back, weren't they? But, he shook his head. No, it was probably his annoying next door neighbors repairing their roof again. He swore, those little daredevils never stopped doing stupid stunts! Why can't they go move to the United Flop of America and make a show about it instead?

    Chest stinging up a storm as placed the soap over it, the hyena let out a weak scream. Maybe he should have skipped cleansing for today. Hurrying to wash off the suds, the young adult twisted off the cap on the burn cream. Solvent plopped on, he resisted the urge to shed some tears. That stupid teapot spirit. He hopes it feels pain equal to all those it burned!

    Bright green shirt with a mint chocolate chip cookie on it, text beneath it read, I Am A Magic Chip Cookie, the chimera's cheeks grew pink. On a scale of one to dumb, how ridiculous did he look right now? Dark blue skirt beneath him, he sighed. Did these clothes even match at all? Maybe it didn't really matter all that much in the end.

    Light minty green matching cookie hairpins and earrings clicked into place, the food enthusiast scrolled through his phone for a meaty breakfast skillet recipe. Website saying it would take thirty minutes to make, he cracked his knuckles. It was time to get cooking. Bacon and sausages would serve well as the meaty portion, wouldn't it? Strutting to the kitchen, he prepared himself.

    Ingredients out and ready, the hyena slapped the link sausages onto the skillet. Heating them until they were brown, he gently removed the creatures from the pan. Plopping down the bacon next, he lowered his eyes into a squint. This would be a dish for four people, he should quadruple the amount, right? He supposed so. Grease ready to melt everything, the potatoes were the next victim.

    Diced potatoes, onions, bell peppers, and garlic plopped onto the pan, the hyena broke into a sweat. Varg really enjoyed his peppers, didn't he? Portion done, the sausages and bacon were chopped to pieces one after another. Paprika sprinkled in, he read the next direction carefully. Multiple eggs cracked over the pot and a little cheese, the creature returned to the stove.

    Sprinkling in one last touch of green onion, the chimera wondered. Would this truly be enough for four people? Maybe it wouldn't be. Brewing some coffee, he distributed the skillets upon the plate. Surely, it had to have been enough. Placing the forks on the table, a loud knock soon prepared to eat the door. Running boots coming charging in, he took a deep breath.

    "They're here already?" Varg groaned, reaching for the door. "I thought I told 'em to wait an hour!" But, the knocks continued. "Aight, aight, I'm comin' can ya hold yer horses?"

    "Sup, we're here, fam," a deep voice asked. "Sorry to come a little early, Uxi wanted to practice our new song,"

    "Yeah," Uxi said, voice drifting.

    "I told ya'll if yer gonna come early, t' text me first!" Varg cried. "Why didn't ya text me, Olann?" But, such had been ignored.

    "I smell something meaty in the kitchen, fam," Olann said. "Let's chow down!" Zoom.

    "Can ya listen when I'm talkin' to ya?!" Varg shouted. He then ran towards the kitchen as well. "Man, those meaty skillets smell so good!"

    Strangers barreling into the kitchen one after another, the chimera's ears twitched. Can everyone wait just a moment before wolfing everything down? Putting a paper sign up reading, wait until the coffee is done please, the mad beeline plopped themselves onto the couch for the moment. Sighing, the chimera set a timer. These guests needed to chill, please!

    ->

    Ten minutes later.

    Timer going off on the stove, the hyena poured down the dark coffee. Everyone barreling in like a wind storm throwing around debris, the chimera let out a groan. Man, people in rock bands were all the same! Loud and obnoxious both off and on stage. Smell good food and come running. If a single one of these lot complains, he's never cooking for them ever again!

    Running into the kitchen like a madman had been a rather tall tan skinned lizard man looking to be in his very late twenties or perhaps his early thirties. Pitch black lizard eyes with no sclera on his face, his dark brown hair had been pulled into a rather high ponytail. Rather fancy polka dotted dark blue shirt and brown suit upon him, he broke into a sweat. This Olann guy was supposed to be in a band? He looked more like an office worker.

    Standing quietly next to him had been a short adult man with long blond hair pulled into a low side ponytail. Portion of his braided locks dyed a shade of pine green, his blue eyes looked a little plastic. Lynx tail behind him, for whatever reason, he too, adorned the same suit. Was Uxi just an office worker dragged into this to play piano? Maybe so.

    "Woah ho ho, Varg, I know ya said you got a master chef in the house, but you didn't tell me you have the next star on Best Cooks in Europe here!" Olann shouted. "You got yourself a good brother!"

    "It's good," Uxi said, tone blank.

    "Well, I dunno 'bout Best Cooks in Europe, don't think m' bro would want cameras in his face and wanna be forced to read scripted lines, ya know," Varg said, spinning his fork around on his plate. "He ain't exactly a talker."

    "Oh, so, he's like, super shy an' stuff?" Olann asked, nibbling on a bit of pepper. "He should put himself out there more! Bet he'd win all the competitions on the Food Channel! Maybe he can read the scripts off camera an' they can add it in post!"

    "Yer misunderstandin' me, Olann" Varg said. "But, nevamind. After we practice, would ya be fine with takin' him to my coworker's house? He gotta go shoppin' for his old pops."

    "Sure, fam, I can do that." Olann nodded. "Gotta compensate the little pal for cookin' such great food after all!"

    "When?" Uxi asked, finishing his last bite.

    "Round two thirty, but Uxi, you ain't gotta go, too, didn't you say ya gotta stop by the music store after we're done today?" Varg asked.

    "Yeah," Uxi said, turning away.

    Lizard man agreeing to take him to the elderly man's house, the chimera sipped the coffee. Bitter taste wafting in his mouth, he groaned. Alright, maybe he should have gone for a sweet one this time. Washing everyone's plates as their finished their fill, words had come his way that they'd all be done at around two. Gazing at his phone clock for a moment, he rubbed his eyes. Four hours, huh? Maybe he could draw up some new logos for his social media platforms.

    Digging out the old art tablet from the bottom of his drawer, the chimera could feel smoke pour out of his ears. Man, when was the last time he even turned this thing on? It had to have been a year or two ago at this point. He never really had the time to use it while in college apart from drawing food for makeshift recipes. Well, oh well, time to get drawing.

    Loud racket coming from the basement, the hyena plopped on some headphones. Ah, sweet, sweet, silence. At least it was late in the morning. If it had been earlier, those pesky daredevil neighbors of his would knock up on the door to complain they were distracting them from their stunts! Well, excuse him, their stunts were disturbing him and the kids two doors from them all the same! Scribbling away, the cutesy anime tunes played in his ears.

    Four hours later.

    Alarm vibrating on his desk, the young adult let out a yawn. Oh, no, did he fall asleep while drawing again? He shouldn't have done that! Quickly dashing towards the door, he plopped a ton of grocery bags in his shoulder bag. There was hardly any time to waste. What was he doing, letting himself nap at a time like this?! Rushing out towards the front door, he huffed and puffed.

    "Siorc, ya don't need to run, I was just 'bout to get you," Varg said. "Olann's gonna take ya to the pop's house now. Dun't worry, it's only like, a fifteen minute ride."

    "Ya ready to go, bro?" Olann asked. "I'm hearin' that the hypermarket the old folk goes to has a music store across, so if ya need anythin' you'll know where to find me."

    Nodding, the party of two exited the abode. Varg waving from the front door, the chimera's jaw practically dropped as Olann guided him towards his car. Shiny sports car staring at him, the young adult nearly did a double take. Uh, was this guy rich? Did he run a fortune five hundred, or something? How did Varg even meet this son of a water gun? Cat stickers all over the door, he froze. And, the loaded bag's got enough to waste to plaster this thing with childish trinkets, too! If he had all the euros in the world, he'd buy a building right now!

    "By the way, you're gonna have to sit next to my equipment in the back seat, you cool with that?" Olann asked.

    Nodding, the food enthusiast seated himself in the back. Tiny melodica seated next to him, he could see the name Riley with a heart next to it on the creature's rim. Sighing as he buckled himself in, he turned away. Varg sure had some strange bandmates. But, he knew he had to keep that to himself.

    Car driving eastward, the hyena turned his attention away from the window. There was no way he was going to give those stunt men neighbors of his any attention. Reaching for his phone in the back of his pocket, he booted up the familiar food match three puzzle game. Breezing through multiple time sensitive levels, he almost didn't hear the brakes screech.

    "Aight, we're here, ya ready to go?" Olann asked.

    [Yes, of course I am.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Good, but, ya might wanna switch to writing on paper while we're here 'cause I highly doubt this old coot's gonna know what that thing is you're carryin'," Olann responded, pointing at his tablet. "Ya got any paper?"

    Removing a grocery list pad from his shoulder bag, the chimera slipped the tablet into his back pocket. Maybe he should have brought his whiteboard instead like back in elementary school before tablets were a thing. But, no, he probably discarded of that thing long ago. Stepping out of the vehicle, the college graduate slowly knocked on the door. Knob twisting open, an greying man with a bent back soon greeted him.

    "Oh, hi there, sonny," the elderly man said. "Are you my grocer today?" His eyes wandered towards Olann as he asked such.

    "Me? No, I'm just driving him around," Olann said. "This young man will be your grocer today."

    [Nice to meet you, I'm Siorc, and I'll be buying your groceries today.] The note said.

    "Okay, sonnies, can you come in for a moment? Gotta remember where I put the grocery list." He slowly pushed open the door.

    Old man nearly falling over as he headed off towards the kitchen, the chimera came running. Elderly complaining that maybe the ankle ghost was coming to get him, he broke into a sweat. Were there limb ghosts around these parts? Oh, no. Maybe he should forget about this grocery mission. But, no, what kind of person would he be if he changed his mind now?

    "Here ya go, sonny," the elderly man said, stretching out an envelope to him. "Feel free to get yourself a treat if there's anything left over!"

    [No, sir, it's your money, I can't do that. Thank you for the offer, though.] The note said.

    "You want me to take him to Pam, right?" Olann asked.

    "That will do," the elderly man said. He then turned towards Siorc. "Call me if you have any questions, sonny. My handwriting isn't what it used to be."


    "Okay, see you in a few hours." He stepped out of the door as he said such.

    Returning to the vehicle, the hyena opened up the envelope. Five hundred euros waiting for him, he broke out into a sweat. Man, this was going to be a very long grocery trip, wasn't it? He supposed so. Olann driving off, he stared off into space for a moment. The hypermarket, what if it were haunted?

    But, the chimera shook his head. No, snap out of it. Why would it be haunted? The last store he went to wasn't, so why would this one be? He was being ridiculous as usual. Surely, the problem hadn't been that widespread yet. Of course it wasn't, it was situational at best. Tiddling away at digital food puzzles once again, the brakes screeched before he knew it.

    "We're here," Olann said. He then slapped a piece of paper into the hyena's hand. "Here's the old dude's phone number. And, here's mine. Call if you need anything."

    Leaping out of the vehicle, the chimera gulped. Please, don't let there be any food ghosts here. If there were any, he was in trouble. Hypermarket filled to the brim with multiple loud people ringing bells protesting organic dairy farms for some reason, the young adult tuned them out. Screaming such nonsense in public, come on now. Can someone please call the cops?

    Reading over the grocery list, the hyena lowered his eyes into a squint at the first few listings. Ribs, steak and pork? Maybe he should probably get anything that's frozen last. Wouldn't it be better if he waited? It probably would be. Multiple sugar free snacks and baking materials below it, he sprinted off towards the baked goods isle.

    Dropping down the baking ingredients, the chimera wondered. Does this man spend a lot of his time baking stuff? Maybe he did. Who knows? It's hardly his business at all. Or, perhaps it was his son. He didn't know. Varg never talked about his coworkers. Were they even coworkers if they all worked online? Perhaps not. What did he know anyway?

    Plopping down multiple boxes of cereal plastered onto the list, the young adult studied the sugar contents. Jaw dropping at the high sugar value, he wondered. Should he call the client? But, he shook his head. No, maybe it's for his son. They live in the same house, after all. Plopping it down, he cruised over to the next aisle.

    Bagged vegetables, condensed milk and much more dropped down into the mix, the chimera tried to not do a double take the next portion on the list. Multiple cake making ingredients ready to throw him away, he turned his head towards the right and left. He needed to try his best to find as many sugar free alternatives as possible.

    Shopping for what felt like hours on end, the hyena huffed and puffed. Man, was it just him, or was this cart getting super heavy? What if this store charges things per weight? He had heard some places were doing that now. Dashing off towards the meat section, he gently plopped down the last remainders on the list.

    Protestors outside continuing their racket, the hyena wanted to rip out his eardrums. Alright, alright, okay, blah, blah, blah, organic farming is abusing cows. These people didn't know anything, did they? No, probably not. Someone really needed to call the police. Other shoppers complaining, he watched as the staff continued to do nothing.

    Dragging himself towards the checkout, the hyena slowly plopped the food upon the conveyer belt. Numbers ringing up one after another, he nearly fell onto his behind as the final number practically glowed on the digital screen. Five hundred euros for all this? Hypermarkets sure were expensive! Handing over the euro notes, his eyebrows twitched as he typed in the number.

    "You're done?" Olann asked.

    Letting out a barely audible mhm, the chimera let out a groan. Why couldn't he have just texted? Question coming his way if there was a lot of bags, another barely audible affirmative noise almost didn't reach the speakers. Olann saying he'd come right over, he swore he could already hear a horn honking.

    "Kay, let's fill this baby up," Olann said. "I'll take the heavier stuff, if ya want."

    Shrugging, the party of two placed the swamp into the trunk one after another. Returning the cart to the rack, he glared daggers at the protestors. Perhaps they were food ghosts in disguise pretending to be protestors. But, he shook his head. No, why would that be the case here? There's absolutely no way they'd take on a human appearance.

    Helping the elderly man put all his groceries away, a large sum of cash had been gifted to him. Four hundred euros in an envelope, the chimera broke into a sweat. Was this much really okay to give to him? Maybe he should give half of it back. Old man insisting he keep it, he could feel a brick fall on his back side. There was no way this was an acceptable payment to go grocery shopping for someone. Shouldn't he have been given a certain amount per hour?

    Returning home, the food enthusiast dragged himself back to his desk. Maybe he should finish that logo he was drawing earlier, scribbling away, the high sugar tunes played his ears off. Dropping down into focus mode, he almost didn't feel his phone vibrate. Removing his ear piece, his chest froze at the notification that waited for him.

    Unread message from anonymous, the chimera's fingers quivered as he hovered over his text messages application. This anonymous blogger, they really needed to lay off with these out of nowhere messages! Man, he really needed to pay for an online data deletion service, didn't he? Reading the text, he could feel the bumps mount upon him.

    "Hello again, Siorc Ingne,

    Thank you for all the help you've provided me so far. Whether you have commented or not, I am grateful for your support. And, I have a new mission for you with some of the members on the team not taking this seriously. Please, show them the ropes on what a real paranormal food investigator looks like.

    I apologize for your injury. Please note it is bound to happen when investigating paranormal food issues. And, such might arise in this one as well. I'd like to invite you to deal with the ice cream parlor ghosts. Rest assured, you will not need to take the portal again. There is a particular ice cream parlor in Verona that needs attention. Head there tomorrow at noon. Board the same metro as your teammates. Below is a photo attached of the people you will be assisting.

    <Teammates dot jpeg.>

    Good luck, you'll need it."


    Blurry picture left for him, the chimera let out a groan. Ugh, he has to deal with ice cream ghosts now? Wonderful. Guess he'll have to do that tomorrow. Scribbling away for hours on end, he warmed up an instant meaty spaghetti as he slowly painted the logo. Plopping down into his bed as the midnight hour rolled in, one last thought clapped its hands as he dragged off into dreamland.

    Someone's going to get hurt tomorrow, aren't they?

    ->

    The next afternoon.

    Torrential downpour waking him up that morning, the chimera almost didn't want to get out of bed. Who's going to go out and get ice cream on a terrible day like this? Maybe he should text the anonymous blogger back to tell him he can't do this today. But, he knew he couldn't do that. He had already said he'd do it. Dragging himself into the kitchen, he readied himself to fry eggs over the stove.

    Soap opera playing in the corner, the chimera could hear the thunder crackle again. Yelping, he tried to keep it together. Maybe he should just take that secret portal after all. But, no, it would be fine. Right, of course it would be. Surely, the rain would let up soon. Right, his weather app said it would, after all!

    "Man, why are you so afraid for?" Strix asked, yawning. "It's probably going to let up soon enough. Why? Are you going somewhere?"

    Question coming his way, the chimera flipped over the meaty eggy goodness. Should he tell Strix about the paranormal food investigation team stuff? Maybe he shouldn't. He most certainly shouldn't get anyone else involved in this. Besides, it might put everyone in danger. He needed to keep it to himself for now.

    [I'm going to an ice cream parlor in Verona.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "You sure you want to go there?" Strix asked. "Heard there's haunted ice cream monsters there. You should go to another one."

    [It will be fine, Strix, I just won't order multiple flavors.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Alright, then," Strix said, yawning. "By the way, Varg's gonna be in a long meeting today with a client, so don't bother making him breakfast. And, Pira's still taking early morning shifts until the end of the week." He then yawned again. "And, I'm goin' to sleep as soon as the sun comes out, so you don't need to make me an omelette."

    Extra one made for nothing, the chimera's eyebrows twitched. Couldn't he have said that a little earlier? Oh, well, too late now, wasn't it? Gobbling up the eggy meaty goodness, he boxed the leftover one for later. Oh, well, more for him later, he guessed. Rainstorm letting up, he returned to his room for a moment.

    Tying up his hair into piled up buns like that of an ice cream cone, the chimera clicked in matching brown ice cream hairpins and earrings. Red shirt with purple spots on it, the skirt had been splotched with orange, red and purple splatter effect. Flats on, he prepared himself to head for the metro.

    Spotting a trio in the corner waiting for the metro with animalistic features, the chimera quickly ran over to them. These three were part of the paranormal food investigation team, weren't they? Every single one of them so far had been chimeras. How strange. Had only chimeras joined? Maybe that had been the case here. Tapping on their shoulder, a screech had soon come his way.

    "Ugh, what, what do you want?! Could you not touch me?!" a voice with no distinct masculine or feminine tone cried out.

    "Kigyo, this guy's on the Paranormal Food Investigation Team like us, can't you tell?" a high pitched voice asked.

    Looking ready to bury the self into a cocoon had been androgynous appearing individual with light green hair that looked like the leaves in a rainforest. Locks pulled into a tiny little ponytail, the individual oddly had a snake tail behind the back. Pitch black tiny eyes pulsating, he held in a sigh. This Kigyo person was way too nervous to be on a team like this.

    Standing in the corner had been a young adult panda woman with fish scales on her face. Bright pink eyes shimmering against the sun, he couldn't help but wonder. Were they related to Yinlong? Seeing a koi tail behind them, he shook his head. That was probably unlikely. There were probably multiple panda chimera families.

    "Let Kigyee be nervous," the third person said. "It's not like any of us want to do this anyway."

    "It's Kigyo! Stop giving me stupid nicknames!" Kigyo shouted.

    "Nopers," the third person responded, tongue stuck out.

    Talking with her hands in the center had been a short young adult panda woman with half black half white hair. Rainbow koi tail behind her she adorned a dark orange dress with a black skirt. Sister adorning an inverse dress almost exactly the same, he wondered. It's likely these two are sisters. Scribbling away, he prepared himself for pain.

    [My name is Siorc. And please, can you three take today's mission seriously?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Oh, you're that Siorc, I heard 'bout you on the web recently," the blue haired panda chimera said. "I'm Chilong. And, maybe I'll take it seriously."

    "I'm Panlong," Panlong said. "The metro's here, let's go."

    Seating himself, the food enthusiast let out a groan. They're definitely not going to take this seriously at all, were they? Seating himself in the furthest seat from the back, he prepared himself for action. What did he have to do again? Order mixed flavors, right. He needed to be careful, what if it was armed?

    Long hour soon passing, the chimera cracked his knuckles. Anonymous blogger telling him to have a knife on him at all times, he hid the cooking utensil in his pocket. What's cutting an ice cream ghost going to do?! They were soft, not hard! Oh, well. Maybe it would harden itself in battle.

    "There's no way there's an ice cream ghost in there!" Kigyo cried. "You shouldn't have made me comment!"

    "You know what they said to us, it's only gonna appear if we mix flavors," Chilong said. "Come on, we gotta start taking this seriously, or we're gonna get punished."

    "I don't care, I never signed up for this, you two did!" Kigyo shouted.

    "Nah, you knew you wanted to, Kigyee, now, let's go in," Panlong said, stomping in.

    Brightly colored ice cream parlor waiting for him, the chimera gulped. Ah, maybe he should turn around. This place was looking quite terrifying. Dragging himself to the front counter, a young sheep woman with long dark blue hair and eyes looked bored while scrolling through her phone. Tins of ice cream barely touched, he lowered his eyes into a squint at her name tag. So her name was Lang, was it? She should be off her phone now! Didn't she hear the door jingle?

    "Hey, you, get off your phone, don't you see you've got customers?!" Kigyo cried.

    "Ugh, like, whatever, what do you guys want?" Lang asked.

    "What should we order?" Panlong whispered.

    "Let's all order mixed flavors to summon the ice cream ghost," Chilong whispered.

    "Fine, who's going first?" Kigyo asked.

    "Hmm, Siorc can, I guess," Chilong said.

    Raising his hand, the hyena sighed. He supposed it was in his best interest to go first, wasn't it? Writing down a mixed flavor list, his fingers twitched. Any second now, and the ice cream ghost would come out. Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry and lemon lime ordered, the party of three soon added their chaos to the mix.

    "Ugh, can't you four just order one flavor?" Lang asked. "Like, come on."

    "Do as we asked!" Kigyo cried. "You chicken or something?"

    "No, it's like, just a lotta work y'know?" Lang groaned.

    "For the love of, do your job, ma'am!" Chilong cried. "Why do people hire lazy people all the time in food service?"

    Ice creams mixed, the chimera swore he could hear a burning sound as the large cup had been handed off to him. Room around him glowing, the hyena nearly did a double take as everyone's edible bowls grew monumental in size. Orange ice cream pop soon whining in the corner, a loud boom overtook the store.

    "Waah! Why didn't anyone pick me?!" the orange ice cream bar cried.

    Boom.

    Boom.

    Boom.

    Boom.

    Bullets fired aplenty, the chimera backed five steps away. Where did that noise come from? Gazing upwards, he could hardly believe his eyes. This little orange ice cream pop, had it been a spirit born from jealousy? Maybe it had been. Bowls of ice cream soon cornering the trio in the corner, the chimera clung to the butcher knife.

    "See? I told you, this is why I didn't want to come here!" Kigyo shouted. But as the gorgon said such, boom, boom, boom. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh, my hip, my hip!"

    "Kigyee!" Panlong cried. "Gorgon down, I repeat, gorgon down!" As she said such, she removed a sword from her back pocket. "Okay, ice cream monster, you're going down! Koi panda sword strike!"

    Boom,

    boom,

    boom,

    boom.

    Bullets fired aplenty, the hyena watched in horror as the lazy employee had taken a holed up beating. Blood decorating the counter, the young adult's fingers quivered. He had to hurry and eliminate these ice cream ghosts before it's too late! Panlong eliminating the strawberry lemonade lime ice cream mashup, she had soon been claimed as a prize upon the floor.

    Boom

    boom.

    "I'm out," Panlong cried weakly. "Did I do good?"

    "Panlong, I'll avenge you, raaaaah!" Chilong cried, sword swinging.

    Boom

    boom

    boom.

    Second koi panda down, the chimera broke out into a shiver. No, everyone had been taken out. What should he do? There was still two ice cream monsters standing. Closing his eyes, he prepared himself. Should he strike from the back? Maybe that would be in his best interest. Aiming for the side of the cup, he let out a battle cry.

    Boom

    boom

    boom.

    Bullet coming his way, the chimera's shoulder had been claimed as a prize. Red dancing down, the hyena let out a scream. No, he can't drop here, he has to fix this! Leaping upward, the soft creature had been split in two. Butcherer tossed at the floating orange cream popsicle as well, he could feel himself wobble.

    Coming to at a brief moment later, the young adult groaned. How long was he out? Gazing at his phone clock, he sighed. Ah, five minutes. Quickly wrapping his left shoulder up, he quickly dialed the emergency service members. Everyone carried away, he returned to the metro. But, as he returned home, a strange letter awaited him in his bedroom.

    "To Siorc Ingne,

    Thank you again for all the help you have provided so far. Attached below is your compensation for the three cases you have helped solved so far. Enjoy."


    Gazing at the euro notes, the hyena held in the urge to laugh. Was he reading that right, five thousand euros? Maybe he had misread those numbers there. He had to have, right? Slowly walking towards his bed, he could feel a strong wave of suspicion flow through him as he closed his eyes for a quick nap.

    How did the anonymous blogger know his address? Every single day, they're getting more suspicious.



    As previously stated, this is mostly sol and horror as the climax portions. I really needed to expand this beyond the one panel comic premise. Expect one cooking portion an episode btw.
     
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    Dish 7: Evil Fries


    "I wonder if I hurt someone. I

    Wonder if while at college, I have hurt
    One or two people while being at the top. I
    Never tried to hurt anyone. I'm not that kind of chimera, but I
    Don't doubt that it's
    Entirely possible that someone felt hurt by my success. If possible, I would like to
    Rule this option out, but

    I don't think it can. Being a valedictorian despite being a chimera, and being the quiet one had a lot of people
    Fuming. I suppose I understand that. But,

    If I weren't the valedictorian, I wouldn't

    Have been angry at all.
    Ugh, in any case, I am
    Ruminating and I am currently wondering who
    The people who might have felt

    So hurt by me.
    Obviously, the nature of college, especially a culinary one is competitive.
    Maybe I should say that the humans
    Especially could get quite competitive
    Over on campus, but
    Not a lot of them actually studied.
    Eh, to be honest, that's on them, but

    Maybe those are the ones I have hurt.
    And, if it is a bunch of humans I hurt,
    Yikes? Talk about petty.
    But, I don't think it's them.
    Especially since a majority never spoke to me.

    I know my roommates were human, but they

    Didn't feel hurt by me
    In the slightest. I
    Doubt it, anyway. We had to share

    A living space for six years after all.
    No, I never moved
    Dorms during my stay at

    The culinary arts college. It was
    Horribly expensive to do so.
    Anyway, it's highly unlikely
    That I harmed them. I
    Simply think if I did, they

    Would have told me. They were
    Hardly quiet about their feelings.
    Yes, so it is definitely not them.

    It's probably someone who never

    At any point, vocalized their feelings about
    My success. I am pretty

    Sure that's what would have made someone
    Enraged enough to curse me.
    Eh, or maybe not.
    I'm probably overthinking. It's
    Not like that's the only possibility.
    Guess I should think about why else I'm plagued with

    Food monsters each and every way.
    Of course, it's likely I always just had the power,
    Or something. But, I
    Doubt that. If I always had the power to see food

    Ghosts and monsters,
    How hadn't I seen them beforehand?
    Of course I hadn't been born with
    Such power.
    There's no way.
    Someone was jealous of me, and

    Now I am cursed.
    Of course that's from from the only
    Way, but I can

    Barely think of what else it could be.
    Ugh, to be honest, I don't want
    To think about this.

    Questioning this is making me tired.
    Ugh, my grazed shoulder is going to be
    Especially obvious isn't? How
    Should I hide it?
    There's no way, is there?
    I'm certain my
    Older brothers are going to
    Notice something

    Is off, but I can't just
    Say I slipped.

    Well, maybe they won't notice if I wear a
    Hoodie. They tend to go
    Over the shoulders,

    Don't they? Maybe
    I'm overthinking it. Varg
    Doesn't really notice much,

    I'm certain Pira won't be

    Home, and Strix is
    Always asleep during the day. I'm
    Rather certain they
    Might not notice. Ah, wait, no,

    The top room upstairs is getting expanded today.
    Haha, maybe it'll be too loud
    And everyone will be
    Too distracted to notice
    Something is off. Oh, well.

    That doesn't matter, I
    Have an odd job to get to. I'm
    Especially certain I probably have one

    That's waiting for me today, I
    Have faith!
    I have been trying harder to advertise
    Now that's I've opened up shop. I've
    Got to have hope. I

    Don't believe I'll get a lot
    Of jobs right away, but
    No need to
    Think so negatively! I

    Know things will work out!
    Not right away, but
    One day, I
    Will get my multicultural restaurant in Rome! Keep hoping!"


    Throbbing pain breaking him out of a deep dark dream, the young adult let out a groan. That ice cream sure was a good shot. Why did he have to be dragged into that mission? He's definitely not eating any frozen delights for awhile! But, another interruptive sound soon drilled from the ceiling above him.

    Hammers and loud blades aplenty screaming from the room above him, the chimera covered his head with the pillow. The expansion of that empty room upstairs was happening today? Why couldn't someone at least tell him? But, he supposed Pira had been far too busy to say anything as of late. Rolling onto his side, he let out a groan. What time is it? Reaching for his phone, he read the large numbers.

    Clock reading six in the morning, the chimera almost wanted to go back to sleep. Ah, he's dreaming right now, isn't he? Someone pinch him! Shoulder continuing to throb up a storm, a barely audible sigh released itself that had nowhere to go. Who does construction this early in the morning? The daredevil neighbors are going to complain that their stunts are being ruined by a racket again! Wonderful. Couldn't those coworkers of his come in the afternoon?

    Sitting himself upward, the hyena could not help but notice a rather particular notification buzzing upon his phone. E-mail application stating he had one unread message, he nearly fell off his bed. Wait a second, hold on, his business e-mail just pinged? Maybe he is still dreaming. Swiping to the right, a rather pesky title soon awaited him.

    -I demand your services for the next two days.-

    Reading the title, the food enthusiast nearly wanted to close his phone. Excuse him, anonymous stranger, they demand his services for the next two days? E-mails for business related ventures are supposed to be polite! He ought to reject this proposal right here, right now! But, the college graduate shook his head. No, he can't do that, if we does that, he'll never get work again! Eyeing the digital mail once more, he prepared himself for more rude language.

    -To the valedictorian of the Cultural Culinary Arts Institute, you are hereby demanded to take my younger siblings to the local carnival in Germany and will be making a duck roast before departure. As well as taking my younger brother's day shift at the fast food restaurant near my home the day after.

    I shall not allow you to refuse this job. In fact, I will be acquiring you by private jet at noon today. Consider yourself lucky I have chosen you at all. You will be paid handsomely for your efforts, more euros than you could ever hope for. I have heard you were at the top of your class from my younger brother who attended, but switched majors and transferred halfway through his second year.

    Prepare yourself for my arrival. You shall be picked up from the second floor of your home beside a window via a ladder. Say goodbye to your poor house for the next forty eight hours, be grateful that I, The King have taken pity on you.

    Konig Gefroren.-


    The hyena nearly threw his phone across the room at that last name. Oh, great, the pesky penguin family. He remembered that Kaiser. He was failing the entire semester because he wanted to switch to some nearby fashion university. He thought he'd never have to hear that name again after he left!

    Word no refusal littered twice throughout the hiring announcement, the food enthusiast held in the urge to delete the e-mail. Why couldn't he write back and say no? Private jet written in bold and italics as well, his face grew deep red. How dare this rich penguin ruin the environment by coming here in a private jet! Reading over the e-mail one last time, he could feel the air deflate from him like a balloon.

    How did this Konig man know where he lived? Just how many people are going to do digging about him on the world wide web? He really needed to purchase deletion of data services to erase all leaked information about him on the internet. Just how much of his personal information was out there? Maybe even pictures of his old house from when he lived in Wales were still up there.

    Replying with a thumbs up emoticon, the young adult's eyes wandered off towards his bookmarks. Should he check on the anonymous food blog again? Maybe it was in his best interest to do so. What if the carnival in Germany was haunted? He needed to prepare himself if so. Page opened, a brand new blog post soon awaited him. Entry titled, Even Fast Food Joints Aren't Safe. Be Wary Before Ordering Out, the chimera groaned. Oh, great, was nothing safe anymore? Eyes wandering, he read up a storm.

    <Even Fast Food Joints Aren't Safe. Be Wary Before Ordering Out.>
    Anonymous

    "To those of you who dealt with the ice cream parlor incident, I commend you for taking care of it. It has come to my attention that some of the members who hadn't been taking this seriously were shot down. Let this be a lesson to you on what happens if you play around. To all those who were harmed and were taking it seriously, you have my utmost apologies. For now, the ice cream incident can come to a close, but I would not rest just yet.

    It has come to my attention that fast food restaurants across the world, particularly in the areas near Austria, Germany and Poland have been experiencing a problem with their joints being haunted by multiple food ghosts that are armed and dangerous. Do not order anything involving potatoes or burgers and you should be fine. It is highly recommended ordering chicken or anything else, or the potato wedges will attempt to stab you. You have been warned.

    I will need a rather large team for this task. You will all be split into groups if I get a lot of clients. This is not something that can be resolved easily, nor quickly. If I have to estimate, this problem shall spread across the entire world in two weeks time
    if something should not be done quickly to resolve the issue.

    To anyone who would like to take up the mantle, please respond in the comments below. You will be contacted in twelve hours from this blog post going live. And, to everyone who still isn't taking this seriously, remember what happened to our friends at the ice cream parlor. To anyone who was taking this seriously and had gotten injured, I apologize for the pain caused to you by being paired with a group who is meandering around. I would like to thank you all once again for assisting me in these investigations. We will be in touch."


    Scrolling to the comments, the hyena could hardly believe his eyes at the number. Fifteen people had already been on board. What a shame he wouldn't be able to participate this time, alas, he would be in Germany. Staring out the window, the young adult could feel a chill up his spine.

    That e-mail he got and the blog entry, could there have been some sort of connection? But, the hyena shook his head. No, of course there wasn't, what was he thinking? It was merely a coincidence. Right, there was no way it wasn't. Maybe it was a twist of fate things had turned out this way. Or, maybe it was a curse. Welcome to the underworld, Siorc Ingne.

    Loud knock practically drowned out from the loud racket up above, the chimera practically fell out of his bed. Ugh, who wants his attention this early in the morning? It was only six fifteen. Hearing a familiar voice on the other end, he reached for his tablet. It's just Pira. What did he want at this hour? Strutting towards the door, he twisted the knob.

    "Morning, kiddo, sorry for the noise, we're expanding the unoccupied room upstairs, I know it's right above you," Pira apologized. "I probably should have warned you."

    [It's fine. I forgot all about that.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [Is there something you need? I'm not making breakfast for the construction workers.]

    "Don't worry about that, you don't have to make them anything," Pira said. "I just wanted to ask you something."

    Eyes on him, the hyena broke into a sweat. What did Pira want to ask him? Serious look on his face, he almost wanted to turn away. Did he know something he didn't? Did the food ghost and monster problem appear on the news? What should he do if he tells him he appeared on there? He needed to think of something, quick.

    [What is it?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "I heard on the news this morning that a group of people got shot at an ice cream parlor by a sudden haunting, and the blurred person looked an awful lot like you," Pira said in a concerned tone. "You aren't getting yourself into any trouble are you?"

    News confirmed, the young adult broke into a sweat. Oh, no, it was played on the news? What should he do? There's no way he could tell him about the paranormal food investigation team. Maybe he should tell a little fib. Right, it was too soon to let him know about all that. Scribbling away, he could feel his nose about ready to grow.

    [No, that wasn't me, Pira. There's plenty of people with purple hair out there.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled some more. [Is there anything you want for breakfast? I'm still not making anything for the construction workers.]

    Sharp eyes on him, the chimera turned away. He didn't believe him at all, did he? He swore, the older adults in this house were too smart for their own good. There was no way he could hide anything from him at all, could he? Of course he couldn't. There were stickers all over him with the word liar on them.

    "I found a recipe online for a Meat Lover Frittata, Varg's been raving about it for awhile," Pira said. "But, anything's fine with me, kiddo." He then stepped back. "I need to help my coworkers with the construction upstairs. See you later."

    Brother strutting away, the chimera shut the door behind him, back sliding upon the door. He knew everything, didn't he? He swore, whenever he was around, he was a book to him. Having a decade more experience than him in life, he supposed such was a given. He was practically an infant in Pira's eyes, wasn't he? Maybe so.

    Dragging himself towards his clothing drawers, the hyena scrolled through his weather app for a moment. Clicking the Germany option, he lowered his eyes into a squint. Temperatures in the lower range, he tilted his head. How strange, why was it so chilly over there today? He had heard that area got pretty sweltering around this time of year.

    Removing a hoodie from the bottom container, the chimera could hear familiar annoying footsteps from the entranceway in the corner. Oh, no, trouble's coming! Locking the bathroom door, the food enthusiast threw a sign on the doorknob that read, No One Over Thirty Five Allowed. Screams echoing throughout, he groaned at the noise.

    "Ugh, what's that annoying racket?!" Deigr shouted. The footsteps got louder as such had been screeched. "Pira, don't tell me you're renovating the upstairs! Oooh, mom's going to be so mad when she returns from her long historian trip!"

    Undoing the bandage from his shoulder, the hyena's heart skipped a beat at the sight before him. That hole, it looked pretty big, didn't it? Should he go to the clinic and have it looked at? But, he shook his head. As if he had the cash to pay for that. It would be fine, surely, if he put on some gauze and kept changing the bandage, it would eventually heal.

    Shoulder burning as the soapy badness touched it, the chimera almost released a scream loud enough to be heard from upstairs. But, he quieted himself as quick as possible. Pesky stunts from next door adding themselves to the noise, the hyena almost wanted to nibble on his nails. Why can't he have one morning of peace here?

    Bandage replaced as everything dried, the chimera prayed to the skies above that this hole would close up quickly. How in the world did haunted ice cream monsters acquire firearms? He'll never know. The world of supernatural foods was a mystery beyond belief. Everything sealed like a confidential document, he prepared himself to bury the hatchet.

    Long, baggy hoodie with the text Hiding Inside A Burrito pulled over a plain white shirt, a denim skirt had soon added itself to the mix. Matching burrito hairpins and earrings added to the mix as well, the food enthusiast buried himself in the hood. Time to make some frittatas. Bathroom door soon locked behind him, he sprinted off towards the kitchen.

    Pesky sister duo sitting in the dining room sipping coffee aplenty, the hyena knew any second now they would talk his ears off. These two, why can't they just move out and live with their boyfriends already? Didn't they have jobs during the day or something? Ah, no, their careers was being annoying girlfriends he almost forgot. That's all they were good for.

    Phone clock reading eight o'clock, the pounds up above had only gotten louder. Attempting to tune such racket out, the chimera scrolled through his phone for a meaty frittata recipe. Finding multiple, the hyena removed the cooking equipment. But, eyes soon wandered off towards him, in an instant.

    "Who let little Mister Loser Chef into the kitchen?" Deigr asked. "You know, Pira and Varg only pity you. They don't actually like your stupid experiments!"

    "That's right, you should give up on that little passion of yours!" Coiote cried. "Everyone is only eating your food out of pity!"

    Oven preheated, the young adult rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. Oh, really, that's the best insult they got for him today? Oh, please, people were only eating his food out of pity. They're just mad their boyfriends again, aren't they? He bets their partners are only with them out of pity. Maybe he should boomerang such back! But, ah, no, what good would it do to say the same thing as them?

    Meats plopped onto the skillet, the chimera gazed at the recipe. How much should he make? He's probably cooking for three again. Letting the creatures simmer, he placed the objects onto a towel to drain. Rushing towards the mixing bowl, he prepared himself for the next step. Eggs cracked and ready to go, the whisk was ready for a beating.

    Eggs, cream and spices whisked together, the boiling creature had soon been placed in the skillet once more. Butter ready to scream, he gazed at the meat. He really had to mix these two things together, huh? Juicy cut creatures looking ready to melt into one another, he wondered. Should he add some peppers too?

    Plopping in one tiny pepper, the shredded cheese had been sprinkled on like icing on a cake. Everything mixed, the creature had been plopped into the oven, timer set for ten minutes, annoying giggles had come his way, in an instant. But, the hyena quickly tuned such out. What were they giggling for? Groaning, he opened up a matching food game on his phone as the timer ticked.

    Forget those two, they understood nothing! Brewing morning tea for minutes on end, the noise continued for a moment longer.

    ->

    Timer popping off, the chimera cut the little pie shaped creature into five slices. Table set, he could hear the familiar footsteps piling in. Pesky sisters stomping off, the chimera rolled his eyes. How did these pesky fiends become so immature? They were almost forty, grow up. Eyes wandering towards the frittata, he broke into a sweat. Did they not look good?

    "These look s' good," Varg said. "But, sorry, gotta go back to m' room. Boss needs me in a meeting today."

    Varg taking the plate and looking ready to go, the hyena's eyes wandered. He had been working from home every single day lately. Had he moved his office into his room? Some things sure changed, didn't they? He did not know. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to ask, scribbling away, he could feel the desperation kick in.

    [I thought you worked from home only three days a week?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Ah, nah, I ain't workin' in that office no more," Varg said, shaking his head. "I switched to workin' fully remote few years after ya went to college. Found it easier t' balance m' hobbies an' stuff that way, ya know?" He let out a yawn. "Sorry I can't eat 't th' table with ya. Maybe later."

    Kitchen empty, the hyena sunk down in his chair. Maybe he shouldn't have made so much food. Everyone was fading away like a phantom on a hill. Munching away, the meaty goodness melted in his throat. Room remaining empty, he closed his eyes, pesky giggles floating through his head. Were Deigr and Coiote right? Were Varg and Pira only eating his food out of pity? Maybe that was the case after all. But, a voice soon brought him back down to earth.

    "Something wrong, kiddo?" Pira asked in a light tone. "You looked lost in thought there."

    [No, it's nothing, sorry. I'm just daydreaming.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "I see," Pira said, raising an eyebrow. "Your odd jobs business has started up, hasn't it? What's on the agenda today?"

    Question coming his way, the hyena placed his finger on his chin. How in the world was he supposed to address the fact an environment killer private jet was coming by the house in just a few hours? He needed to think. He knew whether he mentioned it or not, it would be found out anyway. Scribbling away, the regret hugged him from behind.

    [Some penguin man from Germany is coming to get me today to supervise his younger siblings at the carnival today. I'll be back two days.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then messed up as he scribbled the rest. [He'll be picking me up in a private jet. I'm sorry for the noise that might cause.]

    "You're working for the Gefroren family?" Pira asked, slight surprise evident in his voice. "You really are going places in the world, kiddo." As he said such, he removed himself from the table. "I have to go back upstairs now. Be careful when the jet comes."

    Brother exiting the room, the food enthusiast scratched his head. Were the Gefroren family royalty or something? Typing the surname up into the search bar, the young adult's jaw dropped at the results that spit back at him. Multiple articles laid out in front of him reading famous actor turned politician, the chimera broke into a sweat. Excuse him, what? A political family? Great, he's going to get judgmental eyes on him every which way!

    Plates cleaned, the chimera removed his drawing tablet from the drawer. Sketch of a magical girl with a fork for a weapon opened up, he let out a yawn. Three hours until the pesky private jet came and ruined the environment. He should have known a politician was demanding his time! This penguin was going to use him for publicity, isn't he? Of course he was. Continuing on, his head plopped upon the table. One quick nap would do.

    Knock on his door jolting him awake, the hyena rubbed his eyes. What time is it? Gazing at his phone, the young adult nearly fell out of his chair. It was noon already, when did that happen? Sprinting towards the door, he huffed a breath. He shouldn't have dozed off like that. His client is going to skin him alive now!

    "Siorc, someone's waitin' for you by the window on th' second floor," Varg said, pointing at the ceiling. "What's th' German wealth minister doin' here?"

    [He hired me to cook a duck roast and supervise his younger siblings at the carnival.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Yer kiddin', the German wealth minister?" Varg asked. "Yer going places in this world." He then stepped aside. "Kay, well, you should probably bring pants with you just in case. 'Cause ya know, th' government."

    Pants seated in the palm of Varg's hands, the hyena let out a barely audible sigh. Right, the world was backwards. Throwing a few necessities into a small duffel bag, the party of two ascended the staircase. Hearing the chopper screaming up a storm, further the food enthusiast dashed towards the window. Large ladder waiting for him, he prepared himself.

    Long climb taking him away, the hyena turned his head towards the window. Should he turn around? Continuing to ascend, he knew. He wasn't allowed to refuse, right. Reaching the top, he gulped as he closed the door behind him. Man, this little chopper sure was big, wasn't it? Politicians sure were rich.

    "There you are! What took you so long?!" a high strung voice cried. "I told you I would come for you at noon on the dot! On the dot! Have you no idea who I am? You're lucky you live in Italy, or I would have the power to ruin your entire family for life!"

    Complaining in the corner had been a rather tall man with golden blond hair that went down to about his shoulders. Bright yellow penguin crests going through his hair, his orange eyes were practically on fire. Pitch black suit with a red tie, the chimera could feel the pressure mounting. Why did a politician want him for anyway? How did he hear about him? Scribbling away, eyes were soon glued to him.

    [I apologize, sir, I was asleep.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Unacceptable! You can sleep at night!" Konig shouted. "You had better not fall asleep when watching my siblings today! And, you'd better not burn my duck roast!" He then placed his index finger up in the air. "Do you not understand that this partnership will make Germany look rich and beautiful? Get it together!"

    Complaints coming his way as the chopper sped off, the chimera placed his hand on his chin. Ah, he sees now, this guy was using him as a prop, he gets it. How did this person find his odd jobs website? He doesn't know, but he probably did way too much digging to find people, no excuse him, chimeras, to exploit. He bet the chancellor was using him as chimera decoration, too.

    Swift one hour ride burning the air around him, a ridiculously huge mansion had been landed next to. What in the world is he about to get himself into? He can hardly believe this. Annoying instructions coming his way once more to not burn the duck roast, he wanted to cover his ears. Alright, alright, he heard him the first thousand times. This is going to be a long forty eight hours.

    "The carnival is in seven hours, and that roast better be finished within four hours!" Konig shouted. "And, remember, if it's not perfect, I will ruin your entire family!"

    Door to the rich attitude house, the chimera's knees buckled. The duck roast has to be perfect? What if he accidentally burns the skin? Pesky politician screaming to welcome their guest, the sound of an avalanche nearly knocked him onto his rump. Oh, man, here comes trouble. Five sets of eyes glued onto him, he almost wanted to walk away.

    "This is the dude that's taking us to the carnival?" a youthful voice asked. "Rad, he's got a hyena tail, just like us!"

    "And, this is the guy that's filling in at the fast food restaurant for your next publicity stunt?" a tenor voice asked. There was a heavy English accent evident in his voice. "Honestly, what's the point? It's not like it is going to make our foreign alliances suddenly look better."

    "Prinz, shh, don't say that out loud!" a feminine voice cried.

    "Too late, he already did," another tenor voice said.

    Standing in the corner looking rather excited had been a short young looking teenage girl with long golden blonde hair that went down to about her waist pulled downward. Safety pin earring on her left ear, she adorned the same orange eyes as her brother. Penguin crests sticking out of her locks, he turned towards the next group.

    Looking rather important had been a short young looking teenage boy with short blond hair pulled into a high ponytail. Adorning a dark brown suit, he had a rather scholarly look to him. What was his name, Prinz? He didn't know. Nearly identical looking young adult girl with the only difference being a lower ponytail swept on the opposite side, he couldn't help but wonder. Were these two twins? Fancily dressed young man with short golden hair that went down to about his chin in a bright pink suit, he broke into a sweat. This was a family of politicians, alright.

    "Where's Kaiser?" Prinz asked, accent kicking through. "I swear, that bumbling fool is always late!"

    "He's powdering his nose, bro," the youth said. She then turned towards the stranger. "Sup, I'm Holly. You're taking us to the carnival, right? Right?"

    "Holly, come on, be polite!" the other girl said. "Hello, I'm Regina, nice to meet you." But, such had soon been interrupted.

    "Did heaven send an angel?!" the other stranger asked.

    "Earl, don't get gaga now, I swear to god," Prinz said. "This commoner is way beneath you."

    "How can you say that?! Look at him, he's perfect!" Earl exclaimed. "Let's hurry and guide him to the kitchen!"

    Earl skipping away like a schoolgirl, the chimera slapped his palm across his face. Only one second in, and the brother of a politician was into him. Sorry, forgive him, he didn't date people five years younger than him! Extremely expensive looking stove waiting for him, another annoying face soon glared daggers at him.

    "What's he doing here?!" a familiar voice asked, pointing.

    Standing in the corner pointing at him had been a rather tall feminine appearing penguin chimera with long, fluffy golden hair that went down to about his ankles. Adorning a blindly sparkly dress, the chimera covered his eyes. Oh, great, Kaiser still had the same as ever annoying fashion sense! No wonder he switched majors.

    "Bro, he's making our duck roast, like, be nice!" Holly exclaimed.

    "Oh, right, that stupid little Bring a Foreigner To Germany For A Day Program," Kaiser said, groaning. "But, why him?!"

    "Haven't you heard? He's the valedictorian at the culinary arts school you left," Prinz said, arms folded across his waist.

    "That's even worse!" Kaiser shouted. "He's going to make the carnival look like trash, too!" But, a clap soon interrupted.

    "You five, leave him alone so he can cook the roast!" Konig cried. "And, Kaiser, shut up, and dress normally!"

    Everyone stomping off, the hyena dragged himself towards the counter. Roasted duck sitting in a metallic tin, the hyena broke into a sweat. Oh, no. How is he supposed to make this thing look perfect? Hands cleansed, he removed a butcher knife from the container. Time to get cutting. Creature sliced like the pictures, he stared at the seasoning.

    Seasoning plopped on, the hyena placed the onions within the cavity. Was he doing this right? There was no way this little roast would come out perfectly at all. Everything stuffed in, he read the next direction. Oven preheated, he could feel the pressure cling to him hard. He had made duck roasts in college, he can do this.

    Creature placed in a tin, he closed the oven. He had put enough aromatics inside the thing, didn't he? He sure hoped so. Timer set for half an hour, he could feel the world ready to fade away. There was absolutely no way he could make this perfect. Flipping the creature over after the bells rung, the critter had begun its second round of roasting.

    Glaze soon added, the final stages had soon taken shape. Gazing at the burned creature, he gulped. It wasn't too brown, was it? Carving the creature into pieces, the six plates had soon been full. Side dishes plopped next to it, he gulped. Please, be enough, please don't be too little. Setting the table, eyes were glued to him as everyone dug in.

    "Bro, you picked a good dude to make this, it's like, super juicy!" Holly cried.

    "Hollanderin, how many times do I have to tell you to not talk with your mouth full?!" Konig cried. He then turned towards Siorc. "You're lucky you did everything correctly! Consider your family safe for now!"

    Demanded to clean up their mess, the hyena held in the urge to groan. He was just a decoration to play around with, wasn't he? He sees now. He should have completely rejected this offer. Demands coming his way to scrub the plates clean, hours passed. Sighing, regret flowed through him. He put that thumb picture in the incorrect position, didn't he?

    Dragged out to the carnival, the chimera stayed alert at all times. Instructed to not let the youngest wander off, the cacophony of children screams burned his eardrums. He should have crossed off allowing anything involving children off his list. But, it was too late now, he supposed. Parade ready to saw his ears off, he tuned out the noise.

    Returning to the guestroom for the late evening, the young adult plopped down upon the bed. Those younger penguins sure were a handful. How did they all have so much energy? He didn't know. He supposed waterfowl chimera were built different. Curling up into a ball, he closed his eyes as the dream world was ready to eat him alive.

    ->

    The next morning.

    Alarm clock ringing up a storm, the food enthusiast let out a groan. Where was he? Oh, right, he had some two day job in Germany, how could he forget that? What was he supposed to be doing today again? Oh, right, he had to go to the fast food restaurant and fill in for someone. What was the point in this nonsense?

    Staring off into space, the chimera could not help but remember. The anonymous blogger, they had said that most of the fast food restaurants in Germany were haunted right now. Was it really a good idea to work behind a counter in this state? Maybe he should just back out. That would be for the best, wouldn't it? He did not know, maybe it would be. But, a knock on the door soon took him out it.

    "What are you doing?" Prinz asked, in an annoyed tone. "Don't you remember the whole reason why you're here? Hurry up, and get ready for work!"

    "But, bro, didn't you hear?" Holly asked, typing away on her phone. "Ringronalds is like, haunted, and stuff."

    "I can't believe you think that rubbish is real," Prinz said, rolling his eyes. "Grow up, you're fourteen. Stop believing in that nonsense."

    "Bro, don't you think you kinda grew up a little too fast?" Holly asked. "You and Regi just turned eighteen half a year ago, and you're already a bunch of boring grownups."

    "Who asked you?" Prinz asked in an annoyed tone. "Anyway, you'd better hurry up and get ready. "If you're late, you'll make my brother look bad."

    Smelly red and white striped uniform twice his size handed off to him, the chimera almost wanted to walk away. Who died and made this guy boss? Spritzing for a moment in the guest shower, the uniform practically draped below his knees. If they're going to use him as a little foreign exchange experiment, at least give him a uniform that fits! Hat slipped over his locks, eyes soon wandered towards him.

    "Omigawd, Kaiser, look at him, he's so cute in that!" Earl cried, pointing.

    "Are you kidding me?! That's who you're after?!" Kaiser exclaimed. "He's not in your league, and besides, he's older than you!"

    "I'll be twenty in a few weeks!" Earl exclaimed. "Can't you see? He's the perfect man for me!"

    Pesky penguin head over heels, the hyena turned away. This family, he swore, they were a bunch of weird fools! How were these four the siblings of an important politician?! He bet that he never even talked about them when asked. Scribbling away, an icy cold rejection was ready and waiting.

    [Could you please lay off? For starters, I would very much rather not be in a long distance relationship. Find someone else, please.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "He even rejected me cutely!" Earl cried out loud, practically floating. But, such had soon been interrupted.

    "Sorry to interrupt," Regina said in a slightly loud voice. "But, we have to drive him to Ringronalds now." She then turned towards the stranger. "Thanks for watching my sister last night. She often tries to wander off." She then stepped towards the door. "In any case, it's time to go. Follow me."

    Ridiculously long black car waiting for him outside, the hyena broke into a sweat. This politician sure had a lot of money to throw around, didn't he? Plopping himself into the backseat, he swore he could see a glare from the front viewing mirror. Okay, he gets it, the outfit is way too big on him. Whose fault was that? Not his, that's for sure.

    "You're doing your job perfectly so far, so you'd better not mess today up!" Konig exclaimed. "You have eight hours here. Serve customers at the front counter. If I hear one single complaint from the manager, I'll ruin your family!"

    Slapped out of the car, the chimera could feel a chill in the air. This Ringronalds, something was incredibly wrong with it. Did someone break an ice cream machine? Maybe. Heading towards the employee only entrance, a tall man with dark brown hair a goatee had soon locked eyes with him as if he were meant to be here.

    "Ah, you're the person the minister sent," the manager said in a tired voice. "Look, kid, I'm gonna be real with you. Our store's haunted, or somethin'. You're probably not going to make many sales today."

    Word haunted coming his way, the hyena's chest grew cold. No, the rumors were true? There was no way he would perform well today at all. Seating himself behind the counter, he gazed at the posters on the wall. Was it just him, or did that picture on the wall have angry french fries on it telling him to die?

    Ice cream machine next to him looking ready to ram him against the wall, the hyena drummed his fingers against the table. Surely, there wouldn't be anything that was actually haunted here, would there? The manager was just pulling his leg, right? It had to have been a retail joke to scare newcomers. But, he would soon be proven wrong.

    Long line soon waiting for him, the chimera turned his head towards the right and left. Why was he the only person at the front counter today, hello? Group of four young adults strutting towards him head buried in their phone, the words of utter torment had soon come his way almost immediately. No, please don't say it, please don't say the f word.

    "We'd like a large burger and fries to go," the girl in front of the quartet said.

    [Okay. I'll get right to it.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "And, we'd like the same!" two other groups from behind him shouted.

    Manager stepping onto the front counter, the chimera cracked his knuckles. Surely, the fries weren't haunted. Employee on the other side of the room telling him to plop the fries into the oil and heat the hamburger up, the chimera broke into a sweat. Gross, they microwave the meat here? He thought that was only an acceptable practice in the United Flop Of America!

    As the chimera removed multiple burgers from the microwave, the hyena swore he could hear something scream in the oil fryer in the corner. Dashing towards it, the chimera could hardly believe his eyes as a gigantic fry basket came marching towards him. Where in the world did that come from? Creature bouncing up and down, screeches bathed him deep.

    "How daaaaaaaaare you deep fry my children!" the big french fry bowl cried.

    "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaady, daaaaaaaaaaady, big scary man's trying to kill us!" the fries in the oil cried. "Can we splash him?"

    "Splash him good!" the big french fry bowl cried.

    Fries bouncing up a storm within the fryer, the hyena jumped to the left. What are these creatures doing? He should have known this would happen if someone ordered fries! Oil wiggling towards him, he swore the creature had a face of its own. Burning grease juices intertwining with his chest, the chimera let out a scream.

    Splashing burning liquids twisting upon him again, the chimera could feel himself ready to fall. But, he tried with all his might to hang on. No, he can't lose, not here, not now. He had to do something, anything before he was the one plopped into the deep fryer, employee running towards the deep fryer, buckets of salt had been in his hand.

    "Hey, temp worker!" the employee shouted. "Take this! Hurry up, and throw it at the fries!" As they said such, they tossed aplenty. "Begone, you pesky evil spirit!"

    "Stop microwaving usssssssss when the restaurant's about to close at night!" the monster fry bowl shouted. "Take thissssssss!"

    Tin of boiling oil drenched upon the stranger's head, the chimera covered his eyes. No, why did they have to involve this person, too? Nobody screaming at the top of their lungs, they quickly shook the pain off. Seeing such, the chimera jaw nearly dropped on the floor. How did they bounce back from that so quickly? Retail workers were true warriors.

    "You think that's enough to take me out, you evil fry monster?" the employee cried. "Think again!" He then turned towards the temp worker. "You ready? On the count of three, aim for the fry's head! Three, two, one! Begone, demon!"

    Gallon of salt tossed upon the enemy, the fry monster screeched up a storm. Fries aplenty crying, the condiment had been quickly drenched upon them as well. Potatoes plopped into the containers one after another, the chimera ran back towards the counter, eyes wandering towards him, questions had come his way.

    "So the rumors are true?" the first girl at the front counter asked. "The fries here are super haunted?"

    [Don't worry, we exorcised them. Your food will be free of evil, I promise.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Kay, cool," the person at the front counter said.

    Everyone's food handed to them, the chimera droned on through the next seven and a half hours. Further fry ghosts attempting to put him out of commission as the hours dragged out further, the chimera could feel his energy die on the battlefield. Was this what it was like to work in retail every single day? Count him out. Day coming to an end, the private jet was ready to destroy the skies once again.

    Pesky politician paying him an egregious sum of euros for his so called perfect performance, the chimera tried to return half. There was no way eight thousand euros was acceptable. Told to get out of his chopper, the chimera descended downward. Trudging back to his room, he slammed his head down upon his pillow.

    News article published an hour later about the foreigner program, the hyena locked his device. Why did he have to accept this job? Closing his eyes once more, the chimera could feel the nightmares ready to eat him alive for the evening. Floating hamburgers floating through his head as the sleep world was ready to devour him, one last thought poked his tired brain.

    Can no more politicians hire him ever again?



    I have no idea what happened with this one, ngl, but here we are, politicians using Siorc as a pawn.
     
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    Dish 8: Cornzilla


    "I suppose it's safe to assume I'm basically

    Going to become Mx. Worldwide. Or, Chimera Worldwide.
    Uh, no, scratch that, Misses Worldwide, I prefer feminine terminology.
    Even still, ever since I opened up my odd jobs business and
    Started joining investigations for the paranormal food investigation team, I have
    Seen some of the world, haven't

    I? This will help enrich my future
    Multicultural restaurant in Rome!

    But, it comes at the cost of
    Everything else, I guess. I
    Can't say I'm particularly thrilled
    Over the way this is going.
    Maybe I shouldn't have joined the team
    In the end, but, honestly, at least I can see the world.
    Not that this is the way I wanted to
    Go about it. This is not the way I wanted it to go

    At all. But, it is what it is, this is

    My life now whether I like
    It or not. I don't want it to be this way. I
    Never wanted it to be this way.
    I never expected the way I'd be

    Led around the world was through a supernatural
    Investigation team. Sure, I
    Thought my odd jobs might
    Take me to a few other countries here and there, but
    Let me be honest, this happening wasn't
    Ever in the cards. I

    Can't say I ever
    Hardly envisioned myself
    In a paranormal investigation team, but
    My family is at risk, and so is
    Everyone else. And, I don't want to put anyone at
    Risk, that's why I
    Am investigating everything I can.

    Worldwide phenomenon
    Or not, I don't want my family or friends at
    Risk. I know that it's quite
    Likely impossible to avoid being knocked
    Down, but let's be real,
    What can I do?
    I can't prevent everyone from being in
    Dire Straights. I wish I could.
    Eh, I can't

    Take on every single investigation either. Now that I
    Have my odd jobs business going,
    I can only do
    So much. If someone hires me,

    I won't have the time to
    Stop some food ghosts.

    Not like I'm getting
    Overly flooded with
    Tons of jobs yet anyway, so I

    Will have the time, but I'll
    Have less time
    As the odd jobs start
    To come in more often.

    I guess, for the time being, I do

    Have some time for
    At least, a few extra investigations. I
    Doubt I have a lot of odd jobs

    In the next few months anyway.
    No more than I'd say

    Maybe ten. I'm still pretty small
    In the world. I
    Need to be happy with what I get,
    Don't boast too much, or I

    Will get my butt
    Handed too me and bad reviews
    Everywhere such as, 'you should
    Never work with Siorc Ingne! He

    Is a cocky little fellow

    That boasts instead of doing
    His job!' Man, if I get a
    One star review,
    Unless it's cleary a troll, I
    Guess my career would be over.
    Haha, I'm not saying
    That one single one star review

    Is the singular
    Deciding factor if my business

    Gets off the ground, but
    Even one would make me look
    Terrible. Very, very,

    Terrible. It'd be a stain
    On my legacy. Which, hasn't

    Started yet, but I'm pretty sure
    Everyone looks at
    Every single review

    That comes in for a service style job. I
    Have no idea.
    Eh, in any case.

    What am I planning
    On doing today? Heard about a
    Recent karaoke club opened at a
    Little restaurant lot in Padua, but I
    Don't know if I'm interested.

    Of course, I would go for the food, but I
    Have no interest in singing, no

    Way! I won't
    Ever sing a single
    Line. I have no interest in that
    Lyrical nonsense. But, if

    The food is good, I'll watch
    Over some friends singing,
    Or something? Well, not

    Like Yinlong sings,
    As far as I'm aware?
    Though, I guess I wouldn't
    Ever be invited to that sort of stuff in the first place. It's fine, I have other things to do."


    Phone vibrating off the walls, the chimera broke out of his deep slumber. Ugh, who's trying to contact him so early in the morning? He thought he put his phone on silent when he came home last night. But, no, guess he forgot again. Rolling back onto his back he closed his eyes once more. Fifteen more minutes, please?

    Device continuing to buzz up a storm, the hyena buried his head underneath his pillow. Okay, who's continuing to spam him like this? Leave him alone, whoever they were. Was he planted into some random group chat with thousands of strangers questioning why they were put in it all at once? Count him out! He's leaving that chat as soon possible, goodbye!

    Dozing off once more, yet another disturbance soon kicked itself into overdrive. Thunder slamming down every which way, the food enthusiast let out a sigh. He just couldn't catch a break this morning, could he? Lifting himself up from the covers, he gazed at his alarm. A lightning storm at seven in the morning? Today was going to be a scorcher, wasn't it?

    Gazing at the window, the rain pitter pattered down in a torrent. Man, it was coming down hard. What was with the weather lately? Maybe there was an angry weather ghost that wanted revenge on the sun or something. But, the chimera shook his head. Ah, no, it was probably just going to be a wet summer. Reaching for his phone, he prepared himself for the spam of the ages.

    Phone screen lighting up more than seven unread e-mails awaited him. Multiple with no title, an intense wave of suspicion flowed through him. How strange, some of these didn't have a sender listed. Had he received some chain mail? Maybe it was best to not open it. He didn't need anymore curses, thank him very much!

    But, curiosity was ready to eat him alive. Maybe it was just the anonymous blogger again. That's what it was. Right, it was nothing to worry over. But, as he opened the first e-mail, a rather peculiar single worded sentence awaited him. Words in front of him reading, you'll pay, the hyena tilted his head. Pay? Pay for what? Opening up the next set, it had almost been the same.

    -You'll pay for what you did.-

    -Pay, you hear?-

    -You didn't deserve the honor.-

    -You never did.-

    -And, I'll make sure you pay for the rest of your life.-


    Single, one lined e-mails repeating themselves over and over again, sweat poured down the chimera's cheek. Did he hurt someone he didn't know about? Who got ahold of his business e-mail to send these? Marking them all as trash, he gazed at the final one. Strange title waiting for him, he almost wanted to close out of his inbox without even touching the digital letter.

    -Karaoke Bar in desperate need of a cook for today!-

    -Hi, there, I heard about you from the Hyre Me platform and wanted to reach out. You see, we're a brand new Karaoke Club over in Padua Italy that recently opened its doors not too long ago. But, we are short on staff to cook some food for our guests. Would you be so kind as to lend a helping hand for today? We'll pay you for about four days of work!

    We're getting a lot of guests who order a lot of food, so we'll need you for about fourteen hours, if that's alright with you. We'll offer you free lunch and dinner! And, if it's not busy, you can totally sing in a booth free of charge. Sorry for such short notice, our main chef called out for the next couple of days.

    I understand if you don't want to take this job. But, if you do, we promise you gracious compensation. If you choose to help us out, we need you to be here by ten in the morning. We close at around eleven. We expect the rooms to be full once every hour. We have a small kitchen and a tiny bar. We would be very thrilled if you could come. Here's our address, <redacted.>

    Redacted.-


    Reading the e-mail once again, the college graduate let out a sigh. A fourteen hour job? He supposed he didn't mind if it was just cooking, but no way is he singing in a public place, not a chance! Hopefully, it would be far too busy for that. Pressing the reply button, his drummed his fingers on the side of his bed. Should he say yes, or would it be best to reject? Maybe he should accept.

    Writing an acceptance response, the hyena could feel the regret ready to eat him alive. Fourteen hours of working at a karaoke club, great. It's going to be a terribly loud day today, isn't it? Ah, well, a job was a job. If he's going to open his restaurant in Rome one day, he can't afford to reject anyone hiring him for the day!

    Pressing the send button, the hyena flopped back onto his backside. He had two and half hours before go time. Maybe he had some time to look at that anonymous food blogger's page. Web browser soon opened, the young adult dug into his bookmarks. Page loading oddly slow, the chimera rose an eyebrow. How strange, had there been more traffic there than usual today? Maybe more people started joining in on the investigations.

    Brand new blog entry waiting for him, the chimera could hardly believe the title in the corner of his eyes. Entry titled, Summer Pumpkin Patches of Doom. Don't Go Into Any Corn Mazes, Or Suffer Deadly Consequences, the food enthusiast almost wanted to back out of the page. These titles are getting way too grandiose. Pressing the link, he read the page laid out in front of him.

    <Summer Pumpkin Patches Of Doom. Don't Go Into Any Corn Mazes, Or Suffer Deadly Consequences.>
    Anonymous.

    "To those of you who took care of the haunted fast food restaurant incidents, thank you for taking care of it. With everyone's help, the problem has been partially resolved. For now, it cannot spread its influence to other countries. But, we cannot rest just yet. It is highly possible the problem can return in some other form. So, consider this case solved only for the time being. Should this problem arise again, I will write a follow-up entry.

    I would also like to apologize for the slow loading times this morning. It would seem that there is someone trying to DDOS my page. To whomever is doing that, I have your IP Address. Try anything, and you will be receiving something special from me. I will have these issues resolved as quick as I am possibly able to. But, enough of that.

    I have been getting various reports from small farms across Europe lately that their unripe pumpkins have mysterious ripened overnight and are exhibiting suspicious behavior. Along with that, corn mazes across the United Kingdom, the Czech Republic and France have been experiencing hauntings of their own that have been increasing in numbers quite drastically since the fast food incident.

    To anyone with children reading this blog, I advise against going into a corn maze right now. Rumor has it, the corn within the mazes is armed and dangerous. Some have even been reported to be able to hold scythes with their vines. Avoid going to the countryside for summer fun at all costs.

    For this mission, I need as many people as I can get to solve this problem. I would like at least twenty of you. You will be split into groups and told where to go. As for the pumpkins, I will monitor them. The main focus is the corn mazes. I will be responding to your comments within twelve hours of this post going live. But, I must say, if you are not taking this seriously, do not volunteer yourself for this one. Those of you who are fooling around, your days are numbered."


    Scrolling through the comments, the hyena could see a huge number down at the bottom. Twenty people already, huh? Maybe he shouldn't comment today. Spotting multiple nonsensical replies down below, he tip tappied away. It wouldn't hurt to at least offer himself up. It would be such a shame if activities for children everywhere shut their doors because of a little haunting incident.

    Loud knock on the opposite end of his door, the young adult hopped off his bed. Ugh, who wants his attention this early in the morning? Creaking the door back, the familiar radioactive green hair waited for him. Oh, it was just Strix, thank the sky. At least it wasn't Deigr or Coiote. The coffee maker is closed until further notice, thank him very much!

    "Oh, good, you're awake already, huh?" Strix asked. "Some weird dude called to tell us he expects you at the karaoke club at ten today. You doin' some odd job work today?"

    Reaching for his tablet, the chimera scribbled away. Maybe he shouldn't have put his home phone number up on the Hyre Me platform. Oh, well, too late for that now, he supposed, he went and done it. Thunder letting its booms be known every which way, the young adult flinched. Be still, lightning storm of doom!

    [Yes, I am. I'm going to take the metro at around nine fifteen.] Slow Sliding text across his tablet said. [I'll be there until eleven.] He tried to hold back a yawn as he scribbled such. [Is there anything you want me to make before I leave?]

    "Mmm, make whatever you want, but Pira's been lookin' at some Corned Meat Fritter recipes," Strix said, yawning. "If you make something, I'll eat it. It's definitely gonna rain all day today, so there's no sun to keep me in my hole."

    Corned meat fritters mentioned, the chimera nodded. Fritters were a quick meal, he supposed he'd have time to make a big batch of them for four people. Fifteen minutes over the stove would be no problem. Bookmarking a recipe for the moment, he scribbled away once more as the lightning practically came down from the heavens.

    [I don't mind making that, I'll be in the kitchen in half an hour.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Mmm, alright, then," Strix said, yawning. "Don't brew me any coffee, though, I won't be needing any."

    [Do you want something else to drink?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Nah, I'm good," Strix responded. "See you later."

    Strix stepping away, the chimera stepped over towards his drawers. Bandaged shoulder stinging again, the hyena let out a sigh. How much longer until this pesky problem heals? Should he tell someone about what happened? But, he shook his head. No, of course not, it's not like anyone would take him seriously if he mentioned an ice cream monster got a little trigger happy. It would be fine in a week or two, tops. He bandaged it properly, hadn't he?

    Removing a hoodie from the top drawer, the chimera stared off into space. Maybe he should tell Pira and Varg before they catch on. But, why drag them down into this? They were all busy with their careers. Wouldn't it be a major bother if he said anything about what occurred? It probably would. There was no need to complicate anything.

    Walking off towards the restroom, the hyena quickly locked the door behind him. Hearing his pesky older sisters scream they're leaving, a puff of relief flowed through him. So long, coffee witches of the wicked west! Make sure to eat their boyfriends faces aplenty while they're gone! And, why not grow their own beans for their flavorless drinks while they're at it?

    Undoing the bandage, the hyena broke into a sweat. Ah, was this even healing correctly? Maybe he should tell the older adults in the house about this after all. Crawling into the tub, he disregarded such thoughts. No, why bother them about this? It had only been a four days since that had happened. It'll be fine, nothing to worry about.

    Lightning practically hitting the window as the chimera washed the suds out, the food enthusiast nearly leaped back. Man, this storm was way too close for comfort. This summer so far had been shaping up to be quite the thundery one. If he were still in Chicago, the dorm hallways would have been flooded, that's for sure.

    New bandage plastered down as everything dried, the chimera reached for a comb. Ugh, his hair sure was frizzy today. He should have sprayed something. No defrizzer anywhere in sight, the scoreboard of failure increased by one. That owner of the karaoke club is going to comment he looks unfit for this job, isn't he?

    Dark blue baggy hoodie with the text, I'm A Sleepy Pig In a Blanket, a small snoring hotdog on it in the center of the clothes, the chimera tried with all his might to keep his shoulders covered. The bandages were out of sight, right? Knee length denim skirt soon covering him, he gazed downward. Would this be long enough for the karaoke bar? Maybe they had a dress code. But, he supposed he'd find out once there. Matching little wiener hairpins and earrings clicked into place, he gazed at his clock in the corner of the room.

    Little hand floating rather close to the eight and big hand zooming towards the twelve, the chimera quickly reached for his apron. There was hardly much time left. Phone plopped into his pocket, he dashed off towards the kitchen. Den filled to the brim, he removed the frying pan as swift as he possibly could. Man, everyone's here already, he needs to be quick.

    Ingredients out and ready for action, the chimera gazed at the instructions. Excuse him, canned corned meat was recommended? He'll shred it himself instead, how about that? First ingredient chopped aplenty, the next recommendation had come his way. Grate the potatoes? Did they have anything to do that?

    Finding a cheese grater, the hyena let out a sigh. This would do for today. Creature shredded aplenty, the onions were next on the list. Plopping them into the pan, the egg had been dropped onto the top of it all. Flour added last, the time had come for the mixing. Everything woven into one, the skillet had taken the stage.

    Oil heated, the hyena shaped the little creatures into a circle. Plopping them onto the pan, another clap of thunder soon took the stage. Ah, no, the storm was getting closer, wasn't it? What if the power went out? No, no, don't jinx it, now's hardly the time to be thinking about such things! Keep it together!

    Both sides crispy golden brown, the crackles kept getting louder. This storm, was it messing with him? Maybe he shouldn't go to the karaoke bar after all. What if the metro was closed because of the weather? There's no way he'd make it in time if that were the case. Dividing the fritters onto four plates, he poured the tea. A sweet tea would do for today perhaps.

    Table set, he drummed his fingers on the table. He swore, everyone was wrapped up in Strix's soap opera. Should he just bring their food to them? Ah, no. Never eat in front of the television, that would do no good. Blasting the theme for Magical Girl Patisserie everyone came running over all at once.

    "Sorry, sorry, we're here," Varg said. "Strix gettin' us hook'd on that soap opera of his." He then sniffed away. "Ya made the fritters? They look tasty."

    [Sorry, there's no pepper in them today.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "No prob, I don't need pe'per all the time, ya know," Varg responded. He then munched away. "Man, these are so good. You can put meat in anything, can't ya?"

    Nodding, the hyena bit down on the fritter. Onion making him ready to melt away, the chimera almost stripped in his mind. This recipe he found was absolutely delectable. Next time, he's going to try pulled corned pork, would those two things go together? He sure hoped so. But, a loud boom soon distracted everyone.

    ->

    Boom, boom, boom, boom. Random booms continuing on, everyone ran towards the door. Pesky daredevil neighbor crashed upon their doorstep, the food enthusiast rolled his eyes. What stupid stunt were these middle age humans doing this time? Why did these guys have to move in here all those years ago? He swore he never got a moment a peace in the morning then, and he most certainly didn't now!

    "Oh, hey there, youngins, sorry for crashing in on ya!" the daredevil neighbor shouted.

    "Sir, how many times do we have to tell you to stop with the cannon stunts?" Strix said in an annoyed tone. "This is the third time this year you've landed on our doorstep. Do it again, and we're filing a noise complaint."

    "Aww, come on, pretty lady, it was an accident!" the daredevil neighbor exclaimed. He then sniffed up a storm. "Ooh, I smell eggs, what ya cookin', neighbor?"

    "I'm a man, for your information," Strix said in an annoyed tone. "If you fire that cannon again this early in the morning, I'm filing a noise complaint with the police, got it?" A crooked smile appeared on his face. "Also, America called, they told you to stop copying their stunt shows. They'll never put you on their show."

    "You heard him. If you do this again, we won't hesitate to call the police," Pira said, tone cold. "I ask that if you're going to do your stunts you keep an eye on your surroundings. This neighborhood is filled with young children. Don't you know that?"

    "Aww, dude, the kids are all in school this time of year, ain't they?" the daredevil neighbor asked.

    "It's summer, do ya have a brain?" Varg asked, annoyed. "Pick yerself up and get outta here."

    Daredevil neighbor not apologizing, the hyena shook his head as he returned to the dining room table. Why did those fiends have a cannon on their roof in the first place? Biting down on the rest of his fritter, eyes had soon locked onto him aplenty. Serious faces glued to him, a chill dropped down his spine. Did he do something wrong? Maybe he didn't put in enough salt. He needed to apologize for his wrongdoings.

    [Did I not put in enough salt?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked. [I'm sorry. I'll put more in next time.]

    "No, they're fine, they're delicious, kiddo," Pira said. His tone then got serious. "I just couldn't help but notice you're wearing a hoodie again. That's not like you. Are you hiding something?"

    Eyes on him, sweat poured down the chimera's cheek. Maybe he shouldn't have worn this. Should he tell him he was the one that got hit at the ice cream parlor? Popping such thought with a bubble, he scribbled away. No, it's best to not to. He needn't know about that. What good would it do for him to learn about the paranormal food investigation team?

    [Well, it's raining, and I have a job at the karaoke club today. Wouldn't it be better if I wear a hood?] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Ah, right, yer cooking for the customers today, right?" Varg asked. "Strix blabbed about that while we were watching his drama show."

    "It's not a drama, it's a tragedy!" Strix corrected, nostrils flared. He then cleared his throat. "Are you planning on walking to the metro in this weather?"

    [I'm sure the rain will let up soon.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. But, such had been met with immediate rejection.

    "Nah, they say it's gonna rain until like noon tomorrow," Strix said, yawning. "I wouldn't walk to the metro if I were you."

    "I'll take you there," Pira said. "When do you need to be there?"

    [They open at around ten, but I think I should be there at around nine thirty.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. Pira then looked at his watch.

    "The karaoke club is in Padua," Strix said to Pira. "You should probably get going now. You know, rain traffic and stuff."

    Pira stating he would be right back, the chimera quickly dashed off towards his room. Raincoat plopped on, he reached for his handbag. Heading for the garage, the droplets plopped over the hood of vehicles one after another. How could anyone see anything in this downpour? He really should have taken the metro, shouldn't he?

    Long car ride upon him, the hyena reached for his phone. New magical girl cooking game booted up, the chimera clicked his tongue as he lost a battle demanding he revive everyone with in game currency. He swore that every single one of those free to play role playing games on the market were trying to squeeze money out of him. Not going to happen.

    Brakes screeching, the chimera removed his earbuds. Huh, they were at the karaoke club already? Time moves way too fast. Time on the front of the car reading nine thirty, he broke out into a sweat. Had it really taken them an hour to get here? Had he truly read that right? Maybe Pira set his clock half an hour ahead to make him look like he was late to places. He heard father used to do that all the time in his old clunker.

    "When should I come get you, kiddo?" Pira asked.

    [The owner said he needs for about fourteen hours. So, I guess around eleven.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Fourteen hours?" Pira asked, tone concerned. "No, that won't do. Let me talk to him."

    Knowing no word he scribbled would convince him to back up, the hyena pocketed his tablet. Guided towards the front entrance, a strange man in a bright rainbow suit and dyed blue bangs waited for him at the entrance with a broom. Eyes wandering towards him, a warm smile appeared on his face.

    "Hello, there, you're Siorc, right? Happy to be working with you for today!" the karaoke club owner exclaimed. "It's going to be a busy day today! Multiple people booked the booths in advance!"

    Pira soon demanding the karaoke club owner decrease the workload to eight hours, rejection aplenty had come his way. Man stating there were no other cooks today, the hyena wondered. Did no one want to cook here because this place was haunted with food ghosts, too? He sure hoped not. Please, can these monsters just go away for a week or two? He could use a break!

    Studying the room in front of him as the party of two conversed, the hyena could not help but feel confused. There was a public karaoke room as well as private ones here? Large television screen in the corner of the room with the lyrics for some skate punk song, he gazed at the owner. This guy was stuck in the last couple decades of the previous century, he sees. Eyes soon locked onto to him, he returned a look in kind.

    "It seems the owner isn't going to budge on this, I'll see you later, kiddo," Pira said in a serious tone. "Text me when you need me to pick you up. And, don't push yourself too hard."

    Brother soon exiting, the chimera turned his attention towards the owner. Was he seriously the only person here besides him? He really needed to get more employees. Handed a uniform for the day, he quickly got changed. Guided towards the employee lounge, explanations aplenty had come his way.

    Man explaining that people who want food will buzz him into their private booths or people will order at the front tables, the chimera could feel the pressure cling onto his shoulder as the owner continued. He's to expect hundreds of people today? How's he supposed to cook for so many customers? Goodbye, hands.

    Open sign flipped over, the chimera swore he could hear a stampede hurdle in as soon as the clock struck ten. Multiple teens in cheerleader attire running towards the open tables, the chimera dashed off towards them. At least thirty seating themselves, he wanted to roll up into a ball. So many this early? Summer was the season for the devils. Holding up a sign asking what everyone wanted to order, demands had poured his way.

    "Ya'll serve breakfast, right?" the possible leader of the group asked.

    Gazing at the menu, the food enthusiast almost wanted to bury himself in his uniform. That breakfast menu was so big, he could practically drown in it! This owner sure had a lot of different choices! No wonder this karaoke club was so popular. Nodding, an echo chamber had soon come his way, in an instant.

    "We'll like, take thirty orders of hash browns and sausage please," the girl at the front of the table said.

    Scribbling such away, the hyena's eyebrows twitched. Thirty orders of hash and sausage, are they serious? That's going to take hours. Slapping his cheeks, he nodded. It's not like he had a choice in the matter. Writing out he'll try to have them out as soon as he possibly could, he dragged himself back to the kitchen.

    Low quality stove and cooking ingredients waiting for him, the young adult heaved a sigh. What in the world is this? There's no way these dishes are going to come out great with this outdated kitchen! Potatoes aplenty fried on the stove for what felt like a forever, he could already feel the fatigue ready to claim victory over him.

    Sausages cooked up one after another, the chimera groaned. How in the world is he supposed to bring out these many plates all at once? Should he bring three at a time? There was no way he would be able to bring out all thirty at the same time! Why couldn't there have been someone else on the staff today? If only there was something he could put them on.

    Finding no such thing, the food enthusiast slowly brought the breakfast to the table. Young girl at the front asking if they had something to like, make them come out here faster, an apology had been written up, in an instant. Young girl whispering under her breath this new hire is so lame, he tuned such out.

    Cheerleader group asking for the check after about an hour or so of singing up a storm, a large mess of doom waited for him. Scrubbing away for what felt like forever, breathing room had not been granted to him. Next group stomping in like troops at war, the chimera gazed at his watch. One hour down, thirteen to go.

    Group of ten soccer players ordering enough chicken to push him out to sea, the college graduate cooked away. What was the maximum occupancy of this eatery? Surely, there had to have been a limit to how many people could book this place. Chicken broccoli poppers simmering, he could soon hear the buzzer popping.

    "The private rooms need you to make them a platter of twenty sliders," the owner said. "Can you do that next?"

    Nodding, the chimera could feel the concerto in his head go off tune. Why were there so many people coming this early today? Someone, anyone, please tap into the ring. But, he knew that wasn't happening. Poppers brought out to the table, and sliders wheeled into the room, the flat notes aplenty threatened to eat his eardrums.

    Hours passing and hundreds of dishes made, the chimera gazed at the stove timer. How was it only three in the afternoon? Why was time going so slow? Maybe there was a ghost eating the hours to make everything move at a crawled pace. Please, for the love of the sky, can it be eleven o'clock already? No? How tiresome.

    Parties coming in over and over again in droves, the hyena could feel himself ready to go on autopilot. If another group orders chicken wings again, he's going to lose it! But, he kept his eyes on the prize. No, no, keep it together. Seven hours to go. He could do this. He had what it takes to do this. Lunchtime rush soon dying off, he had soon found an unexpected visitor in the private booths in the early evening hours.

    "Oh, hey, Siorc, didn't expect to see you here," Yinlong said, index fingers soon touching. "You're working here now?"

    "Ugh, Yinlong, we didn't come here to chit-chat!" Shenlong exclaimed. "We came here to sing!" She then turned towards the lowly employee. "You! we want an all-star platter!"

    "Shenlong, I was going to order that," Yinlong said, ears dropping.

    "Could you bring out some rose wine, too?" Qiulong asked.

    "Why does everything you want always have to be pink?!" Shenlong asked.

    "It just has to be." Qiulong flashed a smile as she said such.

    Dragging himself towards the kitchen, the chimera buried everything beneath a smile. Why did Yinlong's pesky sister have to order a platter with everything in it? Are they trying to drive him up a wall here? They were, weren't they? Jalapeno poppers cooked up and much more, he could feel the hours tick away slower.

    Three glasses of rose wine poured, another buzzer soon blasted his eardrums. Alright, alright, he's coming! Bringing the food to the panda's private booth, he could feel the world ready to crumble. Where did that owner go? Man snoring away at his desk, he turned back around. He'll pretend he never saw that.

    Heading to the second private room, a group of slightly familiar faces and two unfamiliar ones had soon been glued to him. Fingers twitching, the chimera did a double take. What were Rasa and Lechi doing here? Were they called on a mission to one of the pumpkin patches around here? Annoying ram and goat duo also at the table, he studied the two strangers.

    Sitting at the far edge of the karaoke booth had been a short masculine appearing person with dark skin adorning a slight bit of burn on the cheeks. Strawberry red mohawk on them, they had pitch black frog eyes. All duked out in pitch black clothes with spikes sharp enough to pop a football, he turned towards the next person.

    Next to them had been a nearly identical looking short young woman with dark skin and some burns on the cheeks. Long strawberry red hair in box braids, she wore what looked to be a pair of light pink overalls. Studying her for a moment longer, he couldn't help but notice a rather familiar tattoo on her left palm. Wasn't she that model Ceir from that famous magazine, Stylish and Bold? She stopped appearing in there, what happened?

    "Took you long enough to answer us!" Rasa shouted. "This place is dead right now! Yet, you think you can take your time?"

    [I'll have you know that it's extremely busy here!] Slow sliding text across his tablet shouted.

    "Sure it is!" Rasa shouted. "Whatever! You know why we're here! Tell him, Garran!"

    "Why me?!" the spiky outfit person cried.

    "Why do you think?!" Lechi exclaimed. "You're the one who e-mailed us!"

    "That's right, brother! You contacted us!" Tegne shouted.

    "Dear, no need to repeat it," Rede exclaimed.

    "Fine!" Garran shouted. "The kids want to go to the cornfields in the Czech Republic tomorrow, and we need you people to kill the stupid corn ghosts!

    "Not that we believe in that nonsense, or anything," Ceir said. "So, we flew all the way here to ask you lot." She sipped tea as she said such.

    "You'd better say yes," Rasa shouted. "We used the portal to get here! Be ready tomorrow at noon sharp! Now, hurry up and make us a party platter!"

    Stomping back towards the kitchen, the hyena let out a groan once more. This Rasa guy, excuse him, person, sure enjoyed ordering him around! One last party platter ordered, business had soon burst into flames once more. Clock soon reaching eleven after what felt like a million years, the chimera could feel himself ready to drop like a fly.

    Pira coming for him as the club closed for the late evening, he could barely keep his eyes open.

    ->

    The next late morning.

    Phone blown up a storm, the food enthusiast munched on a protein bar as he dashed out towards the dark alleyways. How many texts is this Rasa person going to send? He gets it, he has to go! Is he going to continue to annoy him about it until the dawn of time reaches its end? Swirling blue vortex waiting for him, enraged eyes were ready to swallow him whole.

    "I told you to be here earlier!" Rasa shouted. "How can you sleep until the last second?"

    Pesky scorpion rambling on and on, the hyena rolled his eyes towards the rainy sky. Excuse him? He was working fourteen hours yesterday for five hundred euros! Did he expect him be a fireball of energy? They should have been in that kitchen slaving away for hundreds of customers and see what it feels like! But, he knew he couldn't say that, why bother?

    [Sorry, I was tired.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "How can you still be tired?! Didn't you sleep like twelve hours last night?!" Rasa shouted.

    "Rasa, that dude worked all alone in that restaurant for fourteen hours, give him a break, why don't you?" Rede asked.

    "No!" Rasa shouted. "Whatever! Remember, the corn has scythes, and they aim straight at children! We have to make sure we kill them before they can hurt anyone! Now, go! Lechi and your boyfriend already entered the portal as we speak!"

    Hopping into the vortex, the chimera closed his eyes. Was it just his imagination, or was this little hole much heavier than it was last time? Opening his eyes once more, he found himself in a peculiar large farm with signs aplenty he could not read very well. He really needed to learn the Slavic language. His parents would be ashamed of him right now.

    "You there," Lechi said, pointing. "Guide us to the evil corn!"

    "Ah, yes, evil corn," the corn maze employee said, hand on his chin. "It only attacks when children are present."

    "You're kidding me!" Tegne exclaimed. "Also, why is this corn maze open in the summer?! Mistake number one!"

    Shivering, the hyena turned his head off towards the corn maze. Was it just him, or was it very chilly here? Overripe pumpkins off in the distance turning in the fields, the chimera tried to keep it together. The anonymous blogger didn't mention that, what should he do? Multiple groups of kids with their family already in the maze, he swore he could hear a tiny scream in the distance. But, as he buried himself in his thoughts, he could soon feel a tap on his shoulder.

    "Dat's da mister we saw on da news the other day!" a young boy cried.

    "Actually, that's wrong," another young boy said. "The person we saw on the news had their face obscured."

    "Gloine, Miotal, we're not supposed to talk to strangers!" a young girl cried.

    "Marble's right," another young girl said. "I thought I told you two to stay with your sister."

    Standing in front of him tugging on his skirt had been a short young dark skinned boy who couldn't have been any older than about twelve. Spiky red hair looking ready to blow across the wind, he had pitch black frog eyes. Light green overalls with a tiny little toad on it, he swore he could see webbed frog feet beneath him. Nearly identical boy next to him with the only difference being his bangs on the opposite side and glasses, he placed his finger on his chin. These two were probably Gloine and Miotal, maybe.

    Hopping up and down in an excitable manner had been a short dark skinned young girl who couldn't have been any older than about nine years old. Long strawberry red hair pulled into a low ponytail, she too wore overalls. Much taller young adult girl with her hair pulled into high ponytails and a pink sundress, the chimera tried to recall who she was. She was that other model from Stylish and Bold, wasn't she? What was her name, Cloch? Right, that's what it was.

    "Gloine, Miotal, Marble, what did I say about talking to strangers?" Garran exclaimed.

    "But, Garry, he's the dude we saw that got shot at the ice cream parlor on the news!" Gloine exclaimed.

    "Actually, we don't know if it was him, their faces were all obscured!" Miotal exclaimed, adjusting his glasses.

    "That's right, and besides, it's rude to point," Ceir said. "Gloine, please behave, okay?"

    "Please, please, please can we go play in the corn maze now?!" Marble cried.

    "Not yet, you need us to go with you," Cloch said. "It's a big maze, you'll get lost."

    "We don't need you pesky grownups!" Gloine exclaimed. "I'm going to be thirteen soon! That's totally, practically an adult!"

    "Who told you that?" Ceir asked. "The Teenly You magazine? I told you to stop reading that garbage."

    Party of three running straight in, the chimera's heart almost leaped out of his chest. Hearing screams coming straight from the corn maze almost immediately, the chimera made a run for it. Oh, no, the monster corn was ready to slay already? He needed to hurry! Rasa demanding he prepare a weapon, the chimera sifted through his handbag. Machete, ready!

    "We are not here for your entertaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaainment!" a group of corn shouted.

    Murder of corn stalks wielded to the teeth with scythes, the hyena could hear screams of young children ring the bells of the underworld. Oh, no, how many others were in this maze? He can't believe this, this isn't good at all. Pesky ringleader demanding everyone split up, the food enthusiast sped up to the best of his ability.

    Corn creature swiping down towards Miotal, the hyena tried with all his might to leap upward. Oh, no, it's closing in! He has to hurry and cut it from the stalk before it could do any damage! Slice, slice, slice, slice. But, it had been too late, the damage had been done. Faces of children from afar taken out of the picture, he could hear glasses being bumped upward.

    "How curious, this corn can move and talk on its own," Miotal said.

    "Kid, don't you see it's trying to attack you?!" Rede shouted.

    Scythe getting closer, the chimera's machete danced around the creature. He had to hurry and get rid of these monsters before other visitors could get chopped! Stalk slain, he could the monsters kept going. Blades continuing to claim visitors as victims, another shout had come his way from the opposite end of the maze.

    "We have no choice but to use matches!" Rasa shouted. As they said such, they ran towards Siorc. "Here's yours! Hurry and strike them against this! We need to burn them! Or else they'll unleash that."

    Hearing something fizzle, the hyena's throat grew tight. Wait, what did they mean by that? Leader corn giggling as a circular creature with a skull on it had been shook around, a realization had washed over him. Oh, no, he had to hurry! Flame soon lit, one last instruction had come his way that would burn into his ears forever.

    "Now, throw it!" Rasa shouted.

    Burned sticks aplenty tossed, the hyena closed his eyes as the ashy scent took the stage. Multiple ambulances called onto the premises, the chimera turned back towards the portal. Returning to his room, the young adult closed the door behind him. Moments from minutes before flashing through him, he stared off into space as he could feel a nap of torment ready to take him.

    These food ghosts will attack anyone, and everyone.

    No one is safe.



    Well, most of this one was the karaoke bar, sorry. Next week uh...Crumble Cookies...fun!
     
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    Dish 9: Daddy Crumbl


    "So, it would seem that Hase and Leah's acting training camp is
    Ending in a few days?
    Even though summer has just started. I
    Might be remembering wrong, but aren't
    Summer programs usually around two months

    Long? I wonder why the acting training camp
    Is only about two or so weeks? I'm
    Kind of clueless in that regard. In the
    End, I suppose that

    Leah and Hase probably had other things planned.
    Especially since I have heard the
    Acting school they go to
    Has summer courses, or that's what Leah

    Has told me. I believe Leah enrolled
    A couple years after Hase did?
    She took a gap year, or something? I'm not
    Even sure. I did get quite

    A lot of texts about it while in
    North Aflopica. At least, I believe I
    Did. I honestly don't remember fully.

    Now, Hase and I are
    About four years apart, and Leah and I are
    Three years apart. Right before I left for
    America, Leah was in a bit of a crisis?
    Leah was tormented by her voice and body,
    If I recall. So, it would seem from the
    Entire time I was gone, she's transformed into the

    Authentic woman she's always been. I do
    Remember the arguments our Aunt would
    End up getting into with her

    Any time she'd babysit us back in the day. I'd
    Like to honestly wipe all that from
    My brain completely.
    Our Aunt and Uncle didn't have children for
    Some reason, and I sometimes
    Think they're jealous. I

    Don't think they're jealous
    Of mother having
    Nine kids, don't get me wrong, but they never,
    Ever had any kids.

    Why? Uh, from what
    I recall when Aunt Leoa babysat, she
    Told us, chimera children are a
    Huge mistake. I don't understand

    That, coming from
    Her, she's a chimera just like
    Every one of us.
    In the end, I think she's
    Rather jealous Leah and Natalie were

    Ten times more feminine than her at a
    Rather young
    Age. I hope she
    Isn't going to be at the play.
    Not like they'd
    Invite her. It's better they're
    Not invited. I'm
    Glad if they won't be. I'm

    Counting on Deigr
    And Coiote being too busy
    Making out with their boyfriends to come to the
    Play, too. They're

    Super uncultured anyway.
    Okay, anyway,

    I suppose I should

    Go and address the
    Uh, super large
    Elephant in the room.
    So, I know the
    Small play theater

    Is serving refreshments. I
    Might be worried that there's

    Going to be food ghosts here.
    Everyone is going
    To be in
    Trouble if that
    Is the case. I
    Need to contact anonymous about this.
    Gah, no! The

    Anonymous blogger

    Simply can't be trusted! They
    Might be
    A lot more suspicious than I
    Last thought, so
    Let's not ask them.

    But, I am
    Rather concerned
    Everyone will get
    Attacked. So, I can't
    Keep this worry

    Folded away in
    Round, crumpled up ball.
    Of course I can't.
    Maybe I'm

    Overthinking this. I
    Doubt the theater is haunted,
    Doubt the food ghosts have reached there. Let's

    Just forget I thought that
    Over. Honestly, I don't think it's going to
    Be haunted at all.
    Stop assuming it'll be

    Filled up with food ghosts.
    Okay well, I'm
    Rather short on dresses, I

    Absolutely need to go shopping.

    Looks like
    I'm going
    To take some
    Time off from the odd jobs business for a
    Little bit. A few days?
    Eh, no. Just today

    Will do. I
    Have to keep accepting work
    If I'm going to open my restaurant in Rome someday!
    Let me be honest, I don't
    Expect people to hire me

    Daily, I expect slow days
    Once in awhile. And, I'm
    Not obligated
    To investigate every paranormal food ghost incident. I

    Know I
    Need a break
    Once in a
    While. And that day is today."


    Alarm ringing up a storm, the chimera toss and turned in his bed. It was early morning already? Can he please get ten more minutes? Thirty more minutes, an extra day maybe? Fatigue holding him into a chokehold, he let out a groan. Slamming down the snooze button, he dozed off once more.

    But, such moment of reprieve barely lasted fifteen minutes. Infernal knocking on the opposite end of his door, the chimera was ready to melt inside his pillow. Come on, can someone, anyone just let him have a moment to snooze? Rolling out of bed he dragged himself towards the door. Why can't he dream for just a moment longer? Tablet grabbed, he pulled the entranceway back.

    "Morning, kiddo, sorry to wake you," Pira greeted. "Just wanted to ask you something."

    Infernal inquiry ready to come his way, the chimera let out a barely audible yawn. What could he possibly want to ask about this early in the morning? Small calendar practically ready to spill out of his pocket, a realization had washed over him. Ah, was it almost time for Leah and Hase's summer acting camp presentation? He nearly forgot that was close to happening. Scribbling away, he held back a yawn.

    [What is it?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Hase and Leah's play at the acting training camp is doing their performance in two days, and family is invited to go to the first show," Pira said, tone quite energetic. "Just wanted to know if you were interested in going."

    Performance mentioned, the hyena placed his finger on his chin. The first show was in two days time, huh? He supposed he wouldn't mind. He hadn't seen Hase and Leah act since their high school drama club play six years prior. Maybe there would be nice refreshments here and there.

    But, a stinger of truth had come plopping down upon his backside. What about mother and father? Would they finally take a moment to stop their trip across the world to see their daughters on stage? Probably not. What country were they in right now? Who knows, they almost never answer their texts.

    [I'll go, but I don't have anything to wear for it.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "That's fine, Varg, Strix and I were planning on going to the mall today to get some fancy outfits for the performance," Pira responded. "Would you like to come with us?"

    Gazing at his drawers, the food enthusiast placed his finger on his chin. He needed new clothes to begin with, he supposed. What harm would it do to not take any odd jobs for the next few days to take care of business? Had Nave de Vero still been around? He had heard that shopping malls were a dying breed ready to go extinct any day now.

    [I'll go. When are we heading out?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Around noon, give or take. I have to go to the office and get my paycheck," Pira responded. "I'll be leaving in about half an hour."

    [What do you want for breakfast when you come back?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Anything's fine with me, kiddo," Pira said, hands on the edge of the door. "See you later. Sorry for waking you."

    Door closed behind him, the chimera crawled back onto his bed. An afternoon at the mall, when was the last time he even went to one? He remembered the ones he shopped at during short holidays off while in the United Flop of America. Most of them had been barren wastelands. The Fashion Outlet in Illinois? An absolute travesty. Well, ah well, it wasn't the peak era of shopping in a million different stores was the norm. The internet was the mall now.

    Reaching for his phone, the chimera opened up his business e-mail. Not a single thing of note in there, he let out a sigh. No new clients, business was busting. He supposed he shouldn't have expected that he would be flooded to the moon with jobs, he was just starting out, after all. He knew that. The time had not yet arrived for everything to boom.

    Finger inching towards the bookmarks page, the anonymous blogger's page glared daggers at him. Should he even bother to look today? Maybe he needed a day away from this chaotic nonsense. Curiosity nibbling on his ear, his finger clicked the button. It was too late, the deed had been done. Muscle memory had won the battle.

    Brand new blog entry waiting for him, the chimera's eyes wandered towards the timestamp. Every single day, this person updated their page at the exact same time. Just how many people saw these entries? How big was the investigation team? Maybe it was far larger than he once thought. Whoever this person was, they sure knew a lot about this paranormal food nonsense, didn't they?

    Entry titled, Baking Cookies Is A Bad Idea, Be Wary of Daddy Crumbl, the food enthusiast's eyebrow twitched. What in the world this entry? Crumbl, as in those huge cookies that were popular in the United Flop Of America? What a riot. He remembered when those were all the rage on InstantPix, everyone was doing dumb speed cookie eating challenges, or something. That trend died off so long ago now!

    <Baking Cookies Is A Bad Idea. Be Wary of Daddy Crumbl>
    Anonymous

    "To those who dealt with the corn maze incident, it has been resolved rather quickly. Props to those took care of it within a day or two. With this issue solved, families are no longer in danger during summer fun in the outdoors. At least for now. The evil food spirits are unpredictable little souls who never back down from a challenge. Remember, they could be lurking pretty much anywhere and everywhere waiting to attack all.

    But, unfortunately, it would seem that some of our teammates are still not taking this job very seriously. To our members who are goofing around, consider this your final warning. I will not allow for any slacking off. This is not a game, it is a dangerous issue. If I hear any more whispers of playing around, I will personally call you out onto the wall of shame. And, trust me, you don't want to know what happens next once you're on there.

    Moving along to the meat and potatoes of today's announcement, you all read the title, I'm sure. Lately, there have been multiple challenges involving baking gigantic cookies some of you might know by the name of Crumbl for views on their social media pages. And, I would like to bear a word of caution. It is best to avoid baking cookies right now, especially large ones, or Daddy Crumbl will pay you a visit.

    It would seem many of these incidents have mostly been occurring across Sweden, Slovenia and Belgium. But, I have been getting various reports of this happening in other countries as well, especially in small bakeries. With that being said, I need a team of people to head to the following places. Should this problem become more widespread, it is possible that people may be killed. These cookies are no joke. I will be responding to your comments within twelve hours. And remember to take this job seriously, or the wall of shame will have your name plastered all over it."


    Wall of shame mentioned twice, the chimera was ready to nibble on his currently human nails into nubs. Was he going to be out on the wall of shame list? Was he taking these missions seriously enough? Maybe he wasn't. What would happen if he was plastered on that list? He could kiss any form of traffic to his odd jobs website goodbye, couldn't he? He couldn't allow himself to be put on there!

    Gazing at the comments, the hyena's finger hovered over the comment box. Should he join in on this investigation? Shaking his head, he backed out. No, he needed to take some time away from the paranormal food investigation stuff. If he took on any of these missions now, there was no way he'd be able to go to Hase and Leah's show. It was best to skip this one out for the time being.

    Putting his phone away for the moment, the chimera let out a yawn. Where had all his energy crawled off to? It's like it died in a ditch somewhere with nowhere to go. Crawling back beneath the summer quilt, he dozed off once more. Dream of cake littering his subconscious, he danced with the pastry.

    Rain dropping down upon his window, the young adult rubbed his eyes. Man, the world just couldn't let him sleep, could it? Gazing at his phone clock, he threw back the blanket. It was eight fifty nine? Oh, no, this wouldn't do! Dashing towards his clothing drawers, he hurriedly took out a couple layers. Time was ticking, time was ticking!

    Almost slipping on the soggy rug, the college graduate grit his teeth. Okay, who left the window open this time? Slamming it shut, he locked the bathroom door behind him. Practically diving into the tub, he could not help but notice something as the sprinkler danced upon his head like the raindrops outside.

    Hyena paws and legs out in the open, the chimera let out a screech. When did he transform!? He done so while sleeping again, hadn't he? Oh, no, this wasn't good, this wasn't good at all. Closing his eyes, the human limbs soon returned from the grave. If anyone saw him like that in public, the death glares would never end!

    Hole glaring daggers at him, the hyena broke into a sweat. How much longer until this pesky gaping monster would go away? Bandage taking the stage, he reached for the hoodie. Surely, it would heal soon. Nothing lasts forever. Comb bristles doing their duty, the frizz won once again. Why was his hair such a disaster area lately? Maybe there was a self care ghost haunting him, too.

    Pitch black baggy hoodie with the text, It's Raining Lemonade, Take an Umbrella, a sparkly picture of a glass half full of yellow juice and a fancy paper umbrella had soon eaten the young adult alive. Midi skirt soon pulled over, long striped socks had soon added themselves to the mix. Matching lemon hairpins and earrings soon gracing his hair and ears, he pressed the hoodie strings inward. The bandage was out of sight out of mind, right?

    Returning to his room for a moment, the chimera scrolled through his phone. What should he make today? He was in the mood for something with chorizo in it. Spotting a chorizo shakshuka recipe, his eyes sparkled like the stars. This one will do. Reading the ingredients, he cracked his knuckles. Time for a little morning spice!

    Loud soap opera playing in the other room, the chimera could hear the most cheesy dramatic dialogue known to man. Cries of, I'll fall into the sea with you, my love, I'll go to the ends of the earth for you! The chimera let out a barely audible tsk. Honestly, how could Strix watch these shows all the time? They were so poorly written and ridiculously over the top with their drama. These were supposed to be tragic stories? He could write a better one ten times over.

    Gazing at the ingredient list, peppers and onions were listed at the top of the page. This was going to be quite the spicy dish, wasn't it? Probably. Maybe Varg would like this one. Everything out and ready, he gazed at the cooking time. Forty minutes? Did he have time to make this? Gazing at the timer at the top, he prepared himself. Noon was still a few hours away.

    Skillet soon removed, the food enthusiast diced the onions. Sliced up bell peppers added to the pan as well, he let it simmer for the time being. Crumbled sausages dropped into the mix, he gazed at the spices list. Cumin and smoked paprika, huh? Did they have any of that? Sprinting towards the spice cabinet, relief washed over him at the full container.

    Cumin dancing down upon the meats and spicy creatures, the hyena did a double take at the next direction. Simmer the spicy tomato sauce? Bright red liquid plopped down upon the dish, the timer ticked. Maybe he should add some salt and pepper. Would that be a little too spicy? Maybe it would be. Ah, no, it would be fine. A bland dish was a boring dish.

    Creature stirred, a mishmash soon awaited him. Were the ingredients evenly mixed enough? Maybe he needed to mix them for a little longer. Letting the dish simmer, he turned his head towards the instructions. It has to be over the stove for fifteen minutes? Maybe this was a bad choice for a breakfast dish.

    Back of the spoon slapped upon the tomato sauce, the chimera poached the eggs. Someone call the food police, because there was an egg thief in the house! Dish plopped into the oven as it had finished preheating, he turned the timer on for fifteen minutes. Gazing through the latest eats across the web, he practically drooled at a pecan pie recipe that graced his eyeballs.

    Timer dinging, the chimera reached for the plain old boring oven mitts. Maybe it was about time he went shopping for some new ones while at the mall today. These ones were old and ratty. Plates set on the table, he divided the meaty goodness between everyone else and he. Silverware out and ready, he could hear the familiar food steps.

    "I smell onions," Varg said, sniffing up a storm. "Siorc, ya made Chorizo Shakshuka? Neat. That'll fill m' up good. The mall ain't got no good eateries left." He then cupped his hands around his face. "C'mon Strix, get off yer lazy bum. It's time for breakfast."

    "Alright, I'm coming," Strix said, yawning. "I was just reaching the best part of Shiprwreckers in Love."

    "Yer still watchin' that?" Varg asked, hands on his chin. "That Soap Opera of yers ain't even that good!"

    "It's a hidden gem, and you know it!" Strix shouted, hands up in the air. "You agree with me, right, Pira?"

    "I think it's alright, kiddo, nothing special," Pira responded, shrugging. "You've shown me worse soap operas over the years." He then took a bite of the chorizo. "These onions really hit the spot. And the tomato sauce is pretty tasty. You've gotten pretty good at mixing flavors, Siorc."

    "I told you to stop calling me kiddo, man, I'm twenty eight, I'm not fifteen anymore," Strix said in an annoyed tone. He then took a bite of the dish in front of him. "Man, you weren't kidding, this dish really hits the spot! I wish it would rain more often during the day, I'm missing out on the good stuff."

    Biting into the chorizo dish, the hyena almost went straight to heaven. The pepper, the onions, the eggs, everything was a perfect mix as usual! He had done it again, he had made the absolute peak breakfast. And, there were no pesky food ghosts to get in his way. Maybe the curse was finally over. Was he free? Maybe not, but he could dream.

    "It's probably gonna to rain the rest of the week," Varg said between nibbles. "Fer once, yer gonna be able to join us for breakfast."

    "I hope it rains for the rest of the week," Strix said yawning. He then turned towards Siorc. "Looks like you'll be seeing more of me soon. Do you think you'd be up to make some savory oatmeal tomorrow?"

    [I don't mind, if that's what you want.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    Cleaning the plates, the hyena returned to his room. Booting up the art tablet, his digital pen had soon been ready for action. Magical girl with a super huge fork in her hand looking ready for action, he hummed a silly tune. Sketching a little hairpin, hours passed in silence. When this art's done, it's going up on his website, for sure.

    ->

    Two hours later.

    Rain continuing to pour, the chimera buried himself in a putrid rubbery yellow coat. It sure was coming down quite hard out there, wasn't it? Was a summer storm ready to sweep everything away? Maybe so. Was it really a good idea to go to the mall? Maybe it was best to cancel. Umbrella tucked into his bag, he stepped towards the door.

    Strix by the front door already covered from head to toe, the college graduate tapped his foot upon the rug. Whenever it was time to go, Varg was always elsewhere. Did his boss drag him into some late morning meeting or something? Working from home definitely had a lot less freedoms when one had a boss to answer too, huh? Such was life. Boots coming crashing down, apologies came sprinting in.

    "Sorry, boss called me naggin' me 'bout things," Varg said.

    "I thought you told your boss you're taking three days off," Strix said, voice trailing. "You did, didn't you?"

    "I did, but ya know, this game's supposed to be launchin' in six months, and the Spanish patch ain't done yet, so it's crunch time," Varg responded. "But, Leah and Hase said they want us to see 'em on stage, ya know?"

    Everyone soon hopping into the van, the hyena crossed his fingers as the vehicle dragged itself out of the driveway. Please, let that dress shop still be there. Whenever he went to the mall in high school, he never got a chance to shop there. What was money back then? He sure doesn't know. Would he even have enough to so much as glance at those gorgeous outfits? If only he were rich.

    Traffic backed up for kilometers, the chimera stuck his head out the window. What's going on out here? Was there some summer holiday event nearby? Multiple people honking up a storm, he swore he could see a familiar pest laid upon the ground up ahead. Those pesky daredevils neighbors were up to no good again, weren't they?

    Cannon ceased by the police, the young adult held back the urge to scream out a yes. Please, cops, please arrest these nuisances to society! That'll teach them what happens when they inconvenience everyone around them with their dumb stunts. This world wasn't a movie! Traffic soon cleared, the van was off to the races.

    Mall entrance reached after what felt like twenty five minutes, a large white building glared daggers at him. Barely any cars in the lot, the hyena drummed his fingers. Malls were so unpopular these days, weren't they? Maybe a retail ghost had come and killed them all off one after another. But, he shook his head to such. Ah, no, that definitely wasn't the case here. The retailpocalypse showed no mercy.

    Strutting off towards the automatic doors, the placed his hands on the side of his temple. Novelty toy shop in front of him, he turned away from the display case. Ugh, those bunny monster toys sure were popular these days. Why was he seeing so many of them lately? He swore, everyone on his social media feed was buying those Lagoogoo things. If he gets even one single message asking him to bake a Lagoogoo birthday cake, count him out, it's not happening in a million years!

    "The mall closes at around seven," Pira said, pointing at his watch. "I'll be shopping for some power tools at Heartware." He then turned towards Strix. "You remembered to bring your sun blocking gear with you, I hope?

    "Yeah, yeah, it's in my bag. Could you maybe stop treating me like a child?" Strix asked, tone annoyed. "I'm a grown man now, ya know." He then sighed. "Can we be out of here by five?"

    "Five's alright with me," Pira responded nodded. "Let's all meet up at the food court, alright?"

    "If it's even still here!" Varg shouted. "Been hearin' that a lot of stores closin' here recently."

    Food court mentioned, the food enthusiast gazed at the mall directory on his phone. Nothing but burger and instant pasta joints listed, the hyena wanted to gag. No wonder malls were going out of business, look at the options here! He wouldn't eat here even if someone paid him! Tablet out in front of him, he scribbled away.

    [That's fine with me.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled some more. [But, the food choices here are terrible. I'm not eating here, that's for sure.]

    "Well, I've heard the food court has been closing left and right because of some hauntings or whatever," Strix added, arms crossed around his waist. "Anyhoo, I'm goin' to Hot Punkin, Varg, let's go."

    Brothers all heading off towards opposite escalators, the chimera gazed at the directory once more. Kitchen goods store on the bottom floor, he could feel a wave of whimsy flow through him. Woah, they had a Kitchen, Fridge and Beyond here? He thoughts those places were a myth! He needed to stop there later.

    Searching high and low for a few dress stores, he lowered his eyes into a squint. Only finding three still there, he let out a sigh. Would any of these stores even agree to let him shop there? He recalled how some humans got when he walked through their doors back in college. But, he shook his head. Ah, no, it was fine, surely, if push comes to shove, the getting one for his girlfriend excuse could work wonders.

    Designer outlet staring him down, the college graduate gulped. Here goes nothing. Surely, no one would stare at him, would they? He remembered the glares he would get whenever he would go down the women's aisle back then. Things were different now, weren't they? Please be different now. Fingers crossed, he dragged himself forward.

    Lacy dresses aplenty on display, the chimera gazed at the price tag. One thousand euros for a plaid one piece? His heart raced as he looked at the rest. Two thousand for a black lacy one? This was robbery in broad daylight! No wonder this place had so few visitors. But, he kept his thoughts to himself. Maybe this one was one of the better ones out there. Their clothes were higher quality after all.

    Heading towards the discounted section, the hyena's eyes turned to jelly at the prices. Two thousand euros for a golden sundress with a floral print on it? Gazing at the original price, he jumped two steps back. Excuse him, what? How much did this originally cost?! Five thousand, no way. Crown him the queen of the poor.

    Employee asking him if he needed anything, the young adult shook his head. There was no way he could say everything was way too expensive here! Stepping out, he headed off towards the next store. Please, could the next one be more reasonable? No quadruple digit dresses! He couldn't blow all his earnings so fast, his future restaurant in Rome, he could feel it swimming away, so long.

    Reaching Gals and Pals, the hyena dashed towards the wall in the corner. Bright pink dress with a flower brooch on it, he gazed at the price tag. Three hundred euros? That's a steal! Gazing at the size, he let out a groan. A large? Curses, why was nothing his size? Wandering from isle to isle, a saleslady soon followed him.

    "Hi, sorry, miss, I couldn't help but notice you looked a little lost," the employee said in a grossly over friendly tone. "Do you need help finding anything?"

    Lady calling him miss, the hyena tried to keep himself from ascending to heaven. Miss, miss, miss, please, say it again. But, he kept himself on the ground. Ah, no, not now, he needed to look sharp. Spotting the petit section to the corner of her, he removed his tablet from his back pocket. Scribbling away, he could already feel the regret pour through him.

    [No, I'm fine, thank you very much.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Okay, miss, but come find me if you need anything!" the employee exclaimed in an overly friendly tone.

    Heading off towards the petit section, the chimera could feel the bullet of defeat ready to shoot him down to the ground. Man, all they had were plain ones. Little dark blue dress with petunias on the skirt, he headed off towards the counter. This one will do. Man at the cash register glaring daggers at him as he paid, he sprinted out of there.

    Three hundred euros poorer, the young adult raced off towards the down escalator. He could use some new oven mitts and pots and pans. A slow cooker, maybe? Leah and Hase always talked about how much they despised those instant rice dishes mother would always make. Kitchen store front and center, he steeled himself. Please, don't be a fortune, his wallet could hardly take any more!

    Moving forward towards the kitchen appliance section, the chimera swore he could see a familiar face looking at some refrigerators off in the corner. That bright burgundy hair, he remembered it like it was yesterday. But, he kept his focus on the slow cookers. Nah, maybe it was someone else. There were millions of people out there with pink locks.

    Crock pot prices not too scary, the chimera dropped a black one down into the bag. Please be decent quality. He had heard stories on the web about ones melting on the stove. If this is one of those, he wants his money back, thank him very much. Turning towards the air fryers, he could feel a force collide with him.

    "Could you please watch where you're going?" a familiar voice asked. "Can't you see I'm walking here?" The person then twirled their hair. "Oh, Siorc? It's you." She then let out a sigh. "When did you come back to town? You didn't even text me."

    Twirling her hair beside him had been a tall young adult tan gazelle woman with long, pitch black antlers. Long burgundy hair pulled into two braids, on the top of her head had been buns as well. Light blue academia uniform bringing out her light green eyes, a wave of nostalgia flowed through him. When was the last time he saw Parisa? It had been since sophomore year in college, hadn't it? She had decided to transfer back to Slovenia. Scribbling away, he knew he'd regret what he was about to write out.

    [Sorry, Parisa, I might not have had international texting coverage back then.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "So, you say," Parisa responded, twirling her hair. "Say, I hear you got valedictorian this year. That's great. And, I heard you're taking odd jobs, yeah? Could I hire you for a job tomorrow?"

    Question coming his way, the chimera prepared himself for the two lettered word of rejection. A job, tomorrow of all days? Sorry, the odd jobs shop was closed. But, it would be nice to catch up with a friend. When was the last time he got to hang out with her? It had been quite a long time. And, besides, the play wasn't for another two days. Maybe he could slip in one job.

    [It depends on what kind of job you have for me. If it's going to take a few days, I might not be able to, I apologize. I am going to my sister's performance the day after tomorrow.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "You flatter yourself, I hardly need you for more than an afternoon," Parisa said, twirling her hair. "It's just that my brothers are ranting and raving constantly about baking those Crumbl Cookies, or something. But none of them can bake to save their lives." She continued to twirl her hair as she said such. "And, I thought, hey, I know a guy. Don't worry, I'll pay you good. My parents are loaded. So, what do you say?"

    Crumbl cookie brought to his attention, the chimera's heart practically raced out of his chest. Oh, no, not that, anything but that. What if the cookies summoned Daddy crumbl like that blog entry said? But, if he refused, it would be such a waste, wouldn't it? Surely, it would go fine. Maybe by tomorrow, that incident would resolve. Scribbling away, regret flowed through him.

    [I'll come by. What's your address again?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Great, you'd better show up tomorrow," Parisa responded, twirling her hair. "Here's my address, <redacted.> See you there."

    Continuing to shop for kitchenware for the next couple of hours, yearning blazed a candle in imagination land. Those air fryers sure looked great. But, there's no way he could buy one without asking Pira first. One hundred euros poorer, he headed off towards the food court. Bland burger joint practically begging people to buy their food, he turned himself away. They'll be begging forever, that's for sure.

    "Did you find a nice dress, kiddo?" Pira asked.

    Shrugging, the party of four returned to the van. Sun looking ready to burn Strix alive, the parasols aplenty let the shields down. Of all times for the weather to clear up, it had to be now. Whipping up a meaty beef stew as the later evening hours rolled in, the chimera cracked open a classic tournament manga. Girls duking it out with one another, he could feel himself doze off into dreamland halfway through.

    Zzz.

    ->

    The next morning.

    Reading the blog entry again, barely anyone had left any comments on the cookie ghost entry. Had people been scared off by the wall of shame threat? Maybe they had been. That sounded about right. Typing in Parisa's address into his phone, he did a double take. Ljubljana? Great, he couldn't read Slovene.

    Knowing taking the bus would be the fastest way to get there, the chimera headed off towards the door. Crumbl cookie recipes practically shaking in his bag, he broke into a sweat. Maybe he should cancel. After all, the anonymous blogger said don't bake cookies right now. Finger hovering over the text window, he could feel himself ready to back out. But, a voice soon took him out of it.

    "Mornin' Siorc," Varg said, yawning. "I thought you weren't gonna take no odd job missions for th' rest of the week."

    [My friend from freshman year wants me to bake cookies, so I decided to help her out.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [Don't worry, I'll be back in the evening.]

    "Aight, see you later," Varg said, groaning. "Guess we orderin' takeout tonight."

    Heading for the bus, the chimera could feel regret ready to eat him alive. Should he really do this? What if Parisa's family gets attacked by Daddy Crumbl? It'll be all his fault if that happens. But, he shook his head. Ah, no, it would be fine. It would totally be alright. Absolutely peachy! Surely, this case was solved by now.

    Three and a half hour bus ride overtaking him, the chimera drummed his fingers. Where was Parisa's house again? Cruising through the neighborhoods, a large abode with a gigantic swimming pool soon greeted him. His cheeks grew pink at such. Parisa wasn't kidding, her parents were definitely loaded.

    Knocking on the door, a tall tan man with short pink hair going down to about his chin glared daggers at him from the door. Light green eyes looking rather sinister, he almost wanted to turn away. Ah, this was Parisa's brother Riyad she had always warned him about. Please, look the other way, thank him very much.

    "Oh, you're the little rat baking our cookies today, huh?" Riyad asked. "Come in, slimeball."

    "Who's the slimeball?" another person asked. "Hehe, I wanna see!"

    "Ugh, it's this dude," a higher pitched voice said.

    "Can't believe this is the dude you hired to bake our cookies, Parisa!" a deeper voice cried.

    "Same," a monotone voice said, eyes closed.

    Giggling in the corner had been a short horned person whom he could not tell whether was a man or a woman. Extremely curly dark blue hair, the spiky hair pieces decorated the top of their scalp. Ancient looking checked outfit upon them, he soon got a sour taste in his mouth. Oh, he remembers, it was Parisa's pesky brother, Onur. He looked at them the wrong way one time, and now they were enemies forever, get a grip!

    Pointing with an annoyed look on their face in center of the room had been a short feminine looking horned individual with spiky golden locks that were quite gelled to all ever. Metallically yellow eyes to match, they wore a plain hoodie that looked like it barely fit them. Masculine individual beside them with short light blue hair and a super long bang in the center that practically cut their face in half, the young adult let out a sigh. These two, he remembered them from primary school. Kelebek and Izzet, always picking on him. How annoying. Low spiky haired orange haired fawn girl in the corner looking rather done with everything, the hyena shrugged. He supposed Damla was fine. He met them at a school party once, he thinks.

    "Stop treating my friend like he's trash," Parisa said, twirling her hair. "He's the best when it comes to baking."

    "We'll see about that!" Riyad shouted, hands behind the slimeball's back. "Hurry up and get into the kitchen then, you little ball of grease!"

    Extremely expensive looking kitchen laid out in front of him, the hyena nearly fell over. Oh, man, they had a smart oven here? Amazing, how he wished he could afford something like that. Everyone soon demanding he make the strawberry shortcake crumbl cookie recipe, he gulped. Oh, no, they still wanted the crumbl cookies, maybe he should tell them it's better he doesn't do that.

    As the hyena combined the ingredients, he shook like a leaf. Why was this kitchen so chilly? Tuning it out, he could hear the peanut gallery in the corner hurrying him along. Dough rising, he turned his head. Okay, there's definitely something hiding in here somewhere. Daddy Crumbl, if that's him, come out right now!

    Unbaked cookies glaring at him, the chimera grit his teeth. Why are they looking at him like that? Please, no, don't let the rumor be true! Ready to drop them into the oven, the screams had only begun to get louder as the minutes rolled out. No, please, silence, he needed silence here. Don't summon him, don't let that big cookie enter this kitchen.

    "Waaah, no! Please, Daddy Crumbl, save us!" the cookies on the cooking pan cried. "He's gonna bake us! Daddy Crumbl!"

    Cries continuing, the room grew colder. Breath on his back, he turned. Gigantic swirly cookie with bloodshed eyes puffing their nostrils, the hyena could feel himself turn to stone. Oh, no, Daddy Crumbl was here. Why did he have to come? If this is a dream, someone wake him up right now! Hand on the crook of his neck, the screeches soon got louder.

    "Daddy's going to protect you!" Daddy Crumbl shouted.

    Spun around like a spinning top, the chimera had become one with the wall in the corner. Cookie stomping towards him, the hyena slapped his hands into a praying position. Someone, please, anyone, help him! Strawberry colored chainsaw ready to turn him into mince meat, he closed his eyes. Oh no, it's over, he's gone.

    "Yaay, daddy, get him! Get him!" the cookies shouted.

    "Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Daddy Crumbl shouted.

    Chainsaw dancing upon his ankles, the hyena let out a scream. No, no, no, no, no! Fawn quintet in the corner laughing up a storm, the blood dance continued. How can those five sit around laughing like that?! Can't they see this monster is turning him into mince meat here, hello?! Someone, anyone?!

    "Keep going!" Riyad shouted. "Turn that slimeball to mush!"

    Bam.

    Bam.

    "Get out of my kitchen," Parisa said in a dark tone. "And, you five, honestly, how dare you sit by and watch this." She then twirled her hair. "Alright, this Daddy Crumbl dude's dead now. Put them in the oven." As she said such, she wrapped a bandage on the ankle. "You want to be out of here in few hours, right? Do it now."

    Cookie crumbling into dust, the hyena's eyes pulsated. Parisa blowing on the trigger, the chimera stood upward. Screamed lecture coming the sibling's way, the hyena shook his head. He should have never agreed to take this job! Cookies almost the size of two human hands removed from the oven after about half an hour, he had soon been dragged into the living room.

    "Play Cookemon like we used to before you go," Parisa demanded. "Here."

    Creature collecting battle game blasting on the portable devices, the chimera could hardly bite down into the strawberry shortcake cookies. Taking the bus back home, doom loomed over his shoulder. Monster cookie flashing through his mind as he buried himself into his pillow, a sea of pain flowed through him as he dozed off for an evening nap.

    Even baking isn't safe anymore, is it?



    To be honest, I should have delved more into the baking section but oh well.
     
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    Dish 10: Radish Head Aliens


    "I need a break from all this paranormal

    Nonsense. I need a long break.
    Every single time, it gets worse.
    Every food ghost lately seems to be more
    Dangerous than the last.

    A bunch of children got hurt,

    Bunch of adults, too. It's
    Rather terrible.
    Especially since I
    Am getting more involved now. I don't
    Know what to do. But, I

    Fear it'll only get worse. I'm feeling
    Reluctant, to be honest. To deal with another
    One. I don't know how
    Much longer I can hide

    These injuries. I don't know
    How much longer
    I can keep all this
    Secret. I don't want to involve my family.

    Pira probably
    Already knows, I'm
    Reluctant to tell him
    Anything. I have
    No intentions
    Of getting him involved. I'd
    Rather keep this secret.
    Maybe it's better it's
    Always kept a secret.
    Look, the last thing I want is

    For my family to get hurt. I
    Obviously don't want that.
    Of course I don't. I
    Don't want that at all.

    None of them.
    One chimera in the family dealing with this is enough. I will
    Not let them
    See the food ghosts, or
    Even learn I am involved.
    Now, I know Pira is very
    Sharp. I have an
    Eensy inkling he knows I'm

    Fighting. But,
    Obviously, I won't tell him. I'd
    Rather he

    And the rest of my family don't learn about this.

    But, enough.
    I don't think that matters right now.
    Today, is Hase and Leah's play.

    Better to not think about it,
    Unless there's food ghosts
    There. It

    Is best
    To not think about
    Such for

    Now. It's just better I don't for
    One single day.
    The play is

    Going to be great.
    Obviously, Leah and Hase are
    In it. I honestly have
    No idea what roles they
    Got in

    The play, I don't know how big their camp is, blut
    Oh well. I'm pretty sure it only

    Has a small dozen of
    Actors? I'm
    Pretty sure, anyway.
    Probably six main and stage
    Extras. To be honest, I have
    No idea. I have no

    Idea at all. I
    Should take a look at the website. But,

    I know where I'll land on,
    The anonymous blogger's page.

    I need a break, but

    Things are getting
    Horrible. I don't know
    If I want to keep doing this. But, I
    Need to protect my family. I have to
    Keep going on these

    Investigations until
    They stop, and I
    Shouldn't get my family involved. I

    Can't. I just can't.
    Look, I am an adult,
    Obviously, I know that. I'm
    Soon going to
    Enter my mid twenties. Well, not yet

    That's nine months from now.
    Or somewhere around there. I

    Just, it's better to keep this
    Up for now.
    So, my family can't get hurt.
    This is for the best. I will take a break today, from everything.

    Going to put a banner on my website saying
    Every service is closed
    Today. I hope
    There's no e-mails
    In my inbox that
    Need my attention. I'm
    Going to have to

    Write out
    One that says I'm not taking any jobs right now. My
    Reviews are going to tank, aren't they? I'm
    So not getting my restaurant in Rome, huh?
    Eh, no! I have to be positive!

    Don't worry, it'll be
    Okay. It will be fine.
    Not like one bad review is going
    To tank an entire business! I

    Know that. It's
    Not going to ruin everything.
    Of course it
    Won't. That's right, it'll be fine."


    Alarm clock ringing, the hyena let out a yawn. Gazing at the time, the young adult let out a groan. Why did he set it for five o'clock today? Wasn't Hase and Leah's play in the evening? Reaching for his phone, he rubbed his eyes. Squinting, he did a double take. Wait, the show for families was at nine in the morning? Ugh, why so early? Wake him up when July ends, please.

    Thunder clapping down upon the window, the chimera grit his teeth. Excuse him, weather, now was a terrible time to be storming! What if the show is cancelled? What will he do then? Well, oh well, today would be a perfect day to sleep in. No odd jobs, no work, so long responsibilities for twenty four hours!

    Lifting himself up from the covers, the food enthusiast shook his head. It's not like a little bad weather would be enough to stop the show! Come on, Siorc, be real. It's not like a thunderstorm would close down a theater, that's incredibly unrealistic, for sure. Yawning, he reached for his phone. Could he please have five more minutes?

    Opening up his business e-mail, not a single notification waited for him. Nothing but spam aplenty, he let out a sigh. No, he's not voting for the president of Argentina. Who used his name for political stuff? Whoever did that definitely had no time on their hands, that's for sure. Scrolling through the rest of the junk folder, the fatigue was ready to eat him alive.

    Multiple entries lauding about brand new recipes, the college graduate's fingers twitched. Woah, what? Someone made a recipe for spicy bolognese with pork meatballs? Licking his lips, he resisted the urge to drool. Had he gone to heaven? Pulling his finger away, he did not press on further. What if it's a fake recipe website ready to steal all his information with the click of a button? He must not let himself fall for the trap!

    Trash deleted, the chimera hovered off towards his bookmarks. What might the anonymous food blogger be up to this time? Maybe one little peek at the most recent entry would do. Didn't they update their page around this time of day? Maybe, he supposed it wouldn't hurt matters to take a teeny tiny look.

    Temptation boiling over sauce, the chimera pressed the button. Website loading rather slowly, lightning clapped down upon the window once more. Practically leaping, the young adult's heart raced. The storm sure was coming down pretty hard. What if a medicane was coming? But, he shook his head. No way, why would that be it? Definitely not possible. Totally improbable.

    Brand new entry posted fifteen minutes ago, the hyena placed his finger on his chin. So, the anonymous food blogger updated their page every singe day at five in the morning? Whoever they were, they sure had a lot of dedication. Just how many unresolved paranormal food incidents were there around the world? Hundreds, thousands? Millions? Alright, maybe not that many.

    Entry titled, Aliens On Farms, Beware of Crops Planted in the Ground, It's Possible They Could Be Extraterrestrial, the chimera almost wanted to exit out of the page. Sorry, excuse him? He's dealing with aliens now? That's so stupid! There's no aliens out here on earth, that's the dumbest headline he's ever heard! The anonymous blogger's messing with their audience for fun and games.

    <Aliens On Farms, Beware of Crops Planted in the Ground, It's Possible They Could Be Extraterrestrial.>
    Anonymous.

    "Thank you to to everyone who took a moment to deal with the Crumbl Cookie incidents. While the issue has not yet been fully resolved as of writing this, Daddy Crumbl seems to be winding down their efforts to attack people. But, I still recommend not making any cookies in your kitchens for the time being. It could result in something incredibly dangerous to befall you.

    And, it would seem some of you are not taking my warnings seriously, so I regret to inform you that I will be naming and shaming every single one of you. Welcome to the wall of shame, Chilong Jinzi, Panlong Jinzi and Kigyo Tuzes, you will be receiving a splendorous gift from me soon, look forward to it. Should you continue to treat this all like a game, you will personally hear from me.

    To all those who have been taking these missions seriously, I thank you for taking your time to deal with these issues with a level head. Without people like you, the issue at hand would most certainly be a lot worse. More people would die instead. And, if possible, I would like for there to be as little casualties as possible.

    As I alluded to in the title, it would seem that we have a series of strange invasions on farms out in the midwest of the United States of America, and in the neighboring south continent, Brazil in South America. As well as in a few farms across India. But, due to a heat wave, I will not be requesting people head to India for the time being. I shall deal with that issue myself.

    But, a lot of people have been writing into me saying that they have spotted unidentified flying objects across their fields and strange crop circles filled with dangerous carrots seeping with fumes often found in materials cleaning laundry. Many people visiting these farms for work had been reported to lose consciousness
    . It is unknown if it is due to the spirits residing within vegetables or the aliens who have decided to invade, but I believe it is both.

    The aliens are reportedly dangerous and are known to randomly abduct people who are seen picking vegetables for harvesting, especially summer kale, radishes, and potatoes. And, of course, the carrots. It is highly recommended that you carry something that can poison them to kill. They seem to be resistant towards normal weapons.

    I will need a team of about ten people this time. You will be split into teams of three to four each. I will be checking the comments within twelve hours, and please take this seriously. Anyone whom I find acting like this is a game again will not only be put on the wall of shame, but I will find you personally, and we will have a nice long talk. And, trust me, you do not want to know what I am capable of.

    To the people on the wall of shame, this is your last chance to prove yourself as valued members of our team. Don't make me have to meet you in person. You wouldn't want that. To all those who continue to put in the effort to make sure everything is done correctly, you can all expect your next reward from me very soon.

    For now, please consider joining this mission. I fear soon, it highly probable that people might start losing their lives to paranormal food ghosts. Now that the extraterrestrial are involved, we really need to take these monsters out together rather than alone. If any of you become injured while on a mission, please contact me, you will be compensated."


    Aliens plastered all over the blog post, the hyena turned onto the opposite side of his summer quilt. What is this nonsense about the extraterrestrial? Aliens were just in the movies! Those big green giant things were all fictional. They weren't real! Maybe the anonymous blogger made that post as a joke.

    Hovering over the comment button, he wondered, should he add himself to this investigation? Maybe he should. After all, he would probably have the whole afternoon and evening to deal with it. Besides, it's not like he had anyone hiring him for anything right now. This was basically a second job anyway.

    Adding a comment to the bottom of the page, the hyena quickly scrolled through the rest. Spotting around six others, he wondered. What had those three on the wall of shame done to earn a spot on there? Were they goofing around while they were on missions? Did the anonymous blogger see all? How terrifying, they had eyes everywhere.

    Putting his phone down, a pesky knock overtook the door. Hearing such, the young adult groaned. Alright, alright, he's awake. Rise and shine. Maybe Pira set his alarm while he was at Parisa's house the other day. Maybe that was possible, or maybe not. Maybe he had set it before he went to sleep last night and forgot.

    Pulling the entrance back, a pesky fiend stood by his doorway. Ugh, what was Degir doing here? Is she here to steal his bathroom again? Fat chance of that happening! Reaching for his tablet, he was ready for the quips of the century. If she thought for even a moment he was going to sit here and let her insult him, she had another thing coming!

    "Why are you still sitting around here in your pajamas?" Deigr asked in an annoyed tone. "What a lazy oaf! Get up!"

    [Be quiet, Deigr. It's hardly past five. And, it's not like you're going to the play. Don't you have that boyfriend's lap job to go back to?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Excuse me, unlike you, I have a real job!" Deigr shouted. "I'm a secretary for an insurance company. You're just a little lazy carpe diem who waits for jobs to roll down the street!" She then rolled her eyes. "And, I'm going to watch those overzealous dreamers mess up their lines! It's not like they're the lead roles anyway."

    Deigr stomping on Hase and Leah like ants, the hyena rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. He bet to her, everyone was a talentless hack who the world pitied. Why was someone like her allowed to watch the play? She should just go crawl back to her office and lick her boss's feet for a raise instead of wasting her time coming here to boo and throw tomatoes.

    [Why bother coming if you're just going to boo hard work?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked. He then continued. [They work harder than a corporate bootlicker ever could. Enjoy kissing your boss's feet. One day, he'll promote someone, and you'll be nothing more than his little purse to carry around.]

    "Why you!" Deigr cried, shaking her fist. "I wish someone would chop off your fingers!"

    Pesky sister stomping away, the food enthusiast let out a groan. Could she get any more tiresome? Removing the dress from the hanger from the closet, the young adult placed the outfit on his bed. Taking out a normal shirt for the time being, he slipped into the restroom. Soon, he would have to share this space with Natalie and Leah again, but he supposed he didn't mind that. Unlike Deigr and Coiote, they weren't acting twenty years their junior. Door locked behind him, he prepared himself for bangs aplenty.

    As the hyena rubbed the suds through his locks, he closed his eyes for a moment. Juicy breakfast bolognese cruising through, he smacked his lips. Maybe he should make that for breakfast today. The play wasn't until around nine, right? He had plenty of time to make it, didn't he? He supposed it would be a good idea to give it a try. When was the last time he had made a pasta based dish like this?

    Hole continuing to glare daggers at him, the hyena broke into a sweat. How would he be able to keep this hidden from view? If he bandaged it now, everyone would see it through his dress, wouldn't they? It would definitely be visible. It was best to not wrap it for today. Maybe it was healing enough to not need to cover it anymore. Right, of course. That was over a week ago now. It was fine.

    Ankle bandages reapplied, the young adult stared downward at the joint. What should he do? If Pira sees it, he's going to ask a hundred questions about it. Maybe he should wear some stockings today just in case. Nodding, he pressed the brush through his hair. It was better if it was out of sight, out of mind.

    Temporarily adorning a bright yellow shirt with a plate of spaghetti with the text, Slurp Me Like You Slurp Spaghetti, matching noodle hairpins and earrings adorned his hair and ears. Hair curled, he headed off towards the kitchen. He should probably hurry and make a quick breakfast bolognese today. When did they have to go to the theater today? Probably a little earlier than everyone else, he imagined.

    Pesky older sisters sipping coffee in the corner laughing about nonsense, the hyena rolled his eyes. What are they giggling about? He swore that Deigr and Coiote were teenagers stuck in a grown women's bodies. All they ever did was gossip, laugh and talk trash about everyone. Were they proud of themselves? He bet they were.

    Ingredients out in front of him, the hyena's eyes twitched at the box of noodles in the cupboard. Excuse him, what was this? What were all of these nasty processed ingredients? Ugh, he thought he bought organic pasta. Were the disgusting American values starting to creep up around Europe? How tragic! He can't believe this. What a horrible, terrible, no good, very bad, nightmare.

    Dicing the bacon up into a million pieces, the hyena plopped it down into the pot. Olive oil dropped down, he read the instructions in a careful manner. Sauté the diced bacon until crispy? He supposed that was a fair instruction. Creatures turning brown, he plopped down the onions. Celery, and minced garlic dropped upon the plate as well, laughs had come his way.

    "Pasta, for breakfast?" Deigr asked. "I don't know how you graduated from that school! Pasta is for dinner, you blind moron!"

    "They graduated him out of pity, remember?" Coiote asked, giggling. "I bet he did so bad, they graduated him just so they could be rid of him for good!"

    Tuning the duo out, the chimera added the vienna sausages. Dropping down the noodles into the pan as well, the food enthusiast unlinked the meaty, juicy wieners. Who cares what Deigr and Coiote think anyway? They don't have a taste bud left that hasn't died anyway! Spreading down many pastes, he dropped down some cooking wine.

    Stirring everything together, the hyena nearly plugged up his nose. Ah, man, this cooking wine smelled way too strong. How did people stand to cook with this stuff all the time? It didn't make any sense at all. Letting the sauce simmer for an hour, the chimera booted up the little magical girl adventure game. Losing on a hard level again, he clicked his tongue. He will not be spending money to advance, come on!

    Poaching the egg, the hyena held in a giggle. Hello, police? Someone stole his eggs! Spreading down the vinegar, he darted his eyes. Had he maybe added a little too much seasoning? Maybe. He would need to apologize if he went a little overboard. But, maybe it was more than enough to satisfy, who knows? He sure didn't. He was sure if it were a little too much, someone would tell him. Dish taking awhile longer, he kept bouncing away at his phone for the time being.

    ->

    Another hour soon passing by in the blink of an eye, the chimera gazed at the time. It was seven o'clock. Maybe he shouldn't have made a dish that required a lot of time to make. Were they going to be late to the play now? If they were it was going to be all his fault, wasn't it? Most certainly, if such were the case, please, blame him.

    Removing the kettle from the cabinet, the questions kept themselves out in the open. Did he even have time to make tea? Maybe he didn't. But, what good would breakfast be without a little caffeine to drink? Screamer ready for action, he removed multiple tea bags from the cupboard as well. Time was ticking.

    Gazing at the tea kettle, the hyena almost juggled the tea bags in his hands. What would go good with bolognese? Maybe a nice cherry tea would fit. Placing the kettle over the burner, eyes darted at him as he separated everything onto four plates. Ugh, could Deigr and Coiote make like a little buzzy bee and leave? All they ever did was have something annoying to say.

    "You really think anyone's going to want that garbage you made?" Deigr asked, laughing. "It's got way too much meat in it!"


    "Don't you know by now going vegetarian is what's in right now?" Coiote asked, pointing at a page on her phone screen. "Remember, everyone's only eating your food out of pity! Pira doesn't actually like it! He just doesn't want to hurt your feelings, so he eats it to shut you up!"

    Falsehoods thrown at his face, the chimera lowered his eyes into a sharp glare. Excuse him, first of all, that wasn't true at all! Did their boyfriends break up with them for not giving them a child or something? They both needed to stop taking their stupid relationship drama out on everyone around them. Get a life!

    [If you're going to take out your dying relationship out on me, I'm not interested. If you have nothing worthwhile to say, just ignore me like you always did when I was growing up. You'll feel a lot better.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "That college of yours shouldn't have ever let you buy that tablet with their money!" Coiote shouted. "You should have just learned sign language so no one would ever understand you instead." She then stood up from her chair. "Let's go, Deigr!"

    "Let's!" Deigr exclaimed, standing up from her chair.

    Sisters stomping off like their lives depended on it, the hyena rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. These two never had a good comeback, did they? They should have just refused to see the show like they do everything else! But, no, they're coming for all the wrong reasons. He ought to tell Pira what Deigr said to him this morning! Feet stomping towards the kitchen, he hurried to set the table.

    "What are Deigr and Coiote all worked up about now?" Strix asked, yawning. He then sat himself at the table. "Huh, Siorc, you made breakfast bolognese?"

    [Sorry, did you want something else? I know we have to leave soon.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Nah, we don't have to be there until eight thirty," Strix said, yawning. "But, I think Pira wants us all to leave earlier 'cause of the rainstorm. I'm not entirely sure."

    "Ya made bolognese?" Varg asked. "Pasta in the morning is not what I expected."

    [Would you have preferred something else?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "No, yer good, I just thought you'd make somehin' quick since they're serving refreshments at th' theater, ya know?" Varg responded. "But, it's f'ne. I'll eat anythin' ya make. Unlike Deigr and Coiote." He then turned towards Pira. "He made bolognese."

    "Bolognese in the morning?" Pira asked. "I like your creativity, kiddo."

    Strix slurping the noodles away, the young adult tried to tune the smacking sounds out. Ah, yes, there it is, the worst sound in the world. He remembered back when he ate in the college cafeteria. Everyone would slurp their soups right next to him! Please, from the skies above, stop doing that.

    Juicy tomato paste swimming around in his mouth, the chimera was practically on cloud nine. Hello, heaven's door, were they knocking? Because he has a new angel to admit to the gates! Onion's burn kicking in, he tried to keep himself from humming. He definitely put plenty of spices in this, that's for sure. Maybe he could have put in a little pepper, too. Too late for that.

    "Man, this really hit the spot," Strix said, humming. "Wish I could have breakfast more often. The days are so long in the summer. I wish it would rain more often." He sighed as he said such. "I sometimes miss Wales. It was less sunny there."

    "It's a shame, but mother and father had to move to be able to travel easier for work," Pira said, biting the sausage. "These vienna sausages combined with the spaghetti is nice. While I'm not really the biggest fan of pasta, you can make any dish appetizing. That culinary arts school taught you well."

    "Tastes good, bro. I woulda never thought something like this could be breakfast," Varg said, he then stood up from his chair. "Don't worry 'bout th' plates. I'll clean 'em today. Go get yerself ready in that pretty dress of yers."

    Returning to his room for a moment, the chimera gazed at the dress. Would he even look good in this? Maybe he should have picked a different one. But, it was too late for that now, wasn't it? He had already bought this one. It's not like he's going to return it. Putting a small undershirt on underneath, he reached for a pair of striped stockings. Bandage soon out of sight, out of mind, he crossed his fingers. Please, bandage, don't peek through.

    Putting on some mary janes, the hyena tapped the heel upon the rug. What if his feet transformed during the play? His shoes would go flying on stage. Ah, no, it would be fine, right, he was wearing stockings. It would suppress the transformation, wouldn't it? Of course it would. Right, it definitely would, it would definitely be fine. He was worrying way too much over nothing.

    Second clap of thunder coming crashing down, the chimera hurried over to the closet. Where's his raincoat, where is it? Light pink rubbery monster of doom, ready to eat him, he let out a sigh. When would the pitter patters stop? Today was a terrible day for rain. An awful day for a pitfall like this. It was going to be a wet summer, wasn't it?

    Pesky knock on his door, the chimera could hear a familiar pesky scream take the stage. Why couldn't Deigr and Coiote just stop bothering him? They had said enough nonsense for today, that's for sure. They needed to move in with their boyfriends already and leave forever. The only time they ever came home was to gossip about something! So disgusting.

    "Hello?! Didn't you hear me knocking?!" Coiote cried. "We're leaving now! Get off your lazy bum and let's go!"

    Word lazy thrown his way, the young adult almost wanted to bark. First off, how dare Coiote call him lazy! What did she do for a living, huh? Oh, that's right, she just pushed buttons all day. Silly him, how could he forget that? Being an announcer for a dead end company was paying off so well for her, wasn't it?

    [How dare you call me lazy when all you do all day at your job is push buttons all day.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [If all you're going to do is talk down to me and about everyone else, maybe you should just go back home to your boyfriend.]

    Coiote saying nothing back, the hyena shrugged. Nothing to say back to that, huh? Coiote was all bark, no bite. How did she manage to make it to nearly forty? He had no idea, he could hardly make a guess. Why waste his time thinking about her? Someone probably hurt her deeply enough to want to dish out pain to everyone else. What typical behavior for her.

    Heading for the garage, the thunder continued to crackle up a storm. Knees buckling, he swore he could see lightning through the door as it rolled upward. Oh, no, how close was that strike? Maybe they shouldn't go to the theater after all. Pira turning out of the garage, he clung to the seat. Please, storm, bite the dust.

    "Oh, will you grow up?" Deigr groaned, rolling her eyes. "It's just lightning. I can't believe you."

    "What a baby," Coiote complained. "It's not like it's going to hit us! We're inside the van!"

    "Could you two stop picking on him?" Strix asked in a cold tone. "What's your problem today?"

    "I mean, look at him!" Deigr cried. "Did you see his knees jump? It's pathetic. It's just a tiny bit of lightning, he'll live!"

    "Really? I saw your knees jump, too, but you're going to just pretend that didn't happen, aren't you?" Strix asked, sighing. "Honestly, I shouldn't have called either of you. You're going to complain during the show too, I bet."

    "Ya bet they will, didn't ya hear what Deigr said this morning?" Varg asked. "She called Hase and Leah overzealous dreamers." He then sighed. "Come on, yer so rude, ya know that? They've been working so hard fer the past two weeks."

    Traffic backed up for kilometers, the hyena removed his phone from his shoulder bag. Opening up the brand new game, Brownie Hop Kingdom, a little brookie character waved at him on the home screen. Pressing the start menu, he opened up a battle stage. Man, it's been about a week since he touched this and they added thirty new stages already? These developers work so fast.

    Losing to the boss, the chimera let out a sigh. There it was again, that annoying continue screen begging him to use his in game unit pulling currency to continue. Why did he continue to download these sloppy little gambling games? It's always about having to acquire the latest and greatest characters in the game to continue.

    Van soon parked after what felt like a million years, the hyena locked his phone. No more time to play this dumb brownie game, it's time for the play. Staring at the posters on the corner, he placed his hand on his chin. Huh, what was this? Spaghetti Princess in the Kingdom Of Food? What a strange name for a story. Was that based on some anime, or something?

    Searching up the name on his phone, he could hardly believe what he was reading. Famous visual novel, Spaghetti Princess in the Kingdom of Food turned into a local play production in the Veneto Theater, the chimera could feel uncertainty flow through him. This director liked those, what were they called? Dating simulation games, didn't they? He remembered that game. Didn't it sell less than three million copies? How was that famous? Ah, well, famous to them, maybe.

    "Spaghetti Princess in the Kingdom of Food, huh?" Pira asked. He then turned towards Varg. "Isn't that one of the games you translated from Japanese to Portuguese a couple years ago?"

    "Yeah, I did work on that translation," Varg said, voice drifting. "That game was uh, ya know, a dating sim."

    "A dating simulation?" Strix asked, yawning. "Was that game well received?"

    "No, not at all," Varg responded, shaking his head. "I'm pretty sure they're callin' it famous as a joke."

    "A bad game being adapted by mediocre actors!" Coiote laughed. "Man, this is rich!"

    "This'll definitely make Hase and Leah quit and get real jobs, don't you think?" Deigr asked.

    "Totally, let's bet five hundred euros on it!" Coiote exclaimed, extending her hand. "I can't believe you worked on a cruddy game like that, Varg! You should be ashamed at yourself for taking that kind of job!"

    "Do ya ever shut yer mouths?" Varg asked, groaning. "You know what, f'get it, let's go in."

    Door swinging open, the chimera swore he could smell pasta sauce off in the distance. Peeking towards the party room in the corner, he let out a barely audible sigh. If he had known they were serving a whole catered lunch here, he wouldn't have made bolognese! Whatever, too late now, more pasta for him when the show's over.

    Seating himself in the middle row, multiple seats had already been filled to the brim. Pamphlet seated on every chair, the hyena flipped through the little showbook. Most of the cast young men, the hyena stared at the stage. Ah, he gets it now. What a shame. Gazing at the main character list, he blinked. Ah, Leah and Hase are playing twin princesses, huh? Was that how this went in the original?

    Show soon starting up, he watched as Leah and Hase darted their heads around asking where they were. Crude cardboard wings on some burly guy saying they in Foodland, the hyena tried to hold in a chuckle. Was this based on some parody? Probably. Honestly, who knows? He had never heard of this game.

    Multiple characters introduced one after another, the food enthusiast could see spaghetti rain down from the ceiling. He hoped that wasn't real, what a waste of food! Princes named after multiple types of pasta, he swore he could smell spaghetti again. Maybe this play was four dimensional? Perhaps, perhaps not.

    Weird, oddly aggressive prince somewhere halfway through the play demanding a dual, the chimera could see rather crudely made swords pop out upon the stage. Okay, who was in the charge of the props in this? Probably a young student. He couldn't help but notice some of the actors were a little younger than the others. But, he kept such thought to himself. Ah, it's fine. It didn't matter all that much after all.

    Intermission kicking in at the two hour mark, the hyena swore he could see Natalie pop her head around the corner fixing a ribbon or two. This play sure had a lot of physical scenes, huh? Did this game have a lot of action scenes? Maybe, maybe not, who knows? Break ending, the plot continued forward, but as it tried with all its might to go somewhere, a really corny plot twist kicked in.

    One of the very obvious shady characters turning bad, the hyena tried to keep his head forward. Narrator being really obtuse about it as well, he tried to keep it together. This director only put this play on because they really liked the source material, huh? Probably. Final swordfight kicking into place, an unexpected turn took the stage.

    Twin princesses dying, a screen that said bad end played behind them. Actors taking a bow, he swore he could barely hear anyone clapping. Standing up from the seat, he stared off towards the wall. What a peculiar story. But, at least the acting was good. Deigr and Coiote were wrong, that's for sure. Sliding into the party room, he could already hear the complaints coming.

    "Man you two sucked!" Deigr shouted. "And, Natalie's outfits were ugly! I mean, pasta, really?"

    "Deigr, it's not my fault that the director really likes otome games, Leah sighed. "She's a rookie. This is her first script ever."

    "That's right, sis, so can it," Hase said, folding her arm into a fist.

    [Don't listen to Deigr, she's bitter. Your performance was good, Hase, Leah, and the outfits were pretty, Natalie.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Thanks, Siorc, I appreciate it," Hase said.

    "You're so sweet, dear," Natalie said. "We'll be doing a few more shows for the next few days, and then we'll all be back home."

    "We'll be looking forward to it," Pira said. "Don't listen to Deigr, she's just being critical over nothing."

    Returning home after eating his fill, a strange notification awaited him.

    He's going to Brazil tomorrow, great.

    ->

    The next late morning.

    Phone buzzing off the walls, the hyena let out a groan. Ugh, who's spamming him with texts now? Opening his phone, he almost fell straight out of his bed. How did the anonymous blogger get his phone number? It wasn't up on the internet anyway. Just how far were they willing to dig to get information on him? Opening up the text, he read it for a moment.

    [Dear, Siorc Ingne.

    Thank you for confirming your team to me. It would seem I might have made a small error. You will be working with a group of sea lion chimeras whom I have stationed in Brazil that claim their sister is close to being abducted by aliens with radishes for heads.

    As usual, you should head for the portal and be as quiet as possible. Some of our irresponsible friends were close to leaking its location. Should you successfully complete this mission, I will award you a very generous compensation for your efforts. And don't worry, our friends have the poison you need to get this job done.

    Also, I advise you to be careful around these mermaids. They have very sharp tongues. Don't take it personally. They will be waiting for you at the portal in the alleys. You are taking these missions far more seriously than everyone else. I am grateful to have someone like you on board.

    Until we meet again,
    Anonymous.]


    Heading to the portal, the hyena could see a short young woman with light cream hair pulled into a low braid. Greyish pink eyes, she wore a light pink spaghetti strap shirt and a small skirt. So, this was a mermaid in the flesh, huh? Her legs sure looked human today. But, he slapped his cheeks. She was a chimera like him, she could transform.

    Strange man with ocean boxy blue hair that went down to his shoulders, he had a rather goofy look on his face. Guy next to him with bluish silver hair draped over his shoulder, he looked nervous for some reason, but why? Beats him. Maybe he didn't like these kinds of jobs. Short young woman with long maroon hair pulled into twintails, she had adorned a dancer outfit. Shorter woman with glasses and magenta hair pulled into a low ponytail, for some reason, she had pirate gear on. Red eyes on every single one of them, he looked away. He might turn to stone, look away.

    "Hello, you must be Siorc," the blonde mermaid said. "I'm Savon. The blue haired dude is my brother Brume."

    "Sup?" Brume asked. "This is my bro Eclater, he's a little, ya know, shy, don't mind him, kay?"

    "I'm not shy!" Eclater cried. "Shush! You know, we're probs gonna be alien napped! Those aliens are, like, in love with mermaids, I hear!"

    "Well, um," the maroon haired mermaid said, pausing for a moment. "Uh, err, yeah, probably. I'm Kali, by the way, and this is Aigre. She's not a pirate, by the way."

    "Uh, yes, I am!" Aigre cried. "Let's go, we gotta save Eau!"

    "As you can see, my siblings are rather colorful," Savon said, sighing. "Anyway, let's hurry and jump in." She then turned towards Brume. "Brume, please take this seriously, okay? Or you'll be put on the wall of shame next."

    "Okay, okay, sheesh," Brume said, rolling his eyes.

    Jumping through the portal, the hyena's body was soon jelly. Why was it whenever he stepped into this thing, it always felt so strange? Dragged downward into who knows what, he studied the new location out in front of him. Small farmland filled to the brim with crop circles, he looked up towards the sky.

    Flying saucers looking like ice cream boats, the food enthusiast studied the alien invaders. Ah, they were floating radishes, huh? Spotting a young woman with pure white hair and small buns at the top, her lower half had been a mermaid tail. Something wasn't right. Why did she look like she was about to collapse? Monster carrots bleeding orange as he thought such, he turned towards Savon. Game on.

    "Eau, get away!" Savon shouted. "Those aliens eat mermaids!"

    "In aliens we trust," Eau said, eyes spinning.

    Aliens dropping down on top of the gigantic carrots, the chimera backed two steps away. Wait a second, those carrots, there was something strange about them. Little wheeled shoes on their roots, he closed his eyes. Oh, great, giddy up horsey! Just what he needed right now, nonsense like this. Savon looking into his eyes, something had been handed to him.

    "In this little meal container, there's larva inside little bullets!" Savon shouted. "Everyone, put them into this pea shooter, and let it go!"

    "A pea shooter with larvae?! Brume cried.

    "You're kidding!" Eclater cried.

    "This is uh," Kali said, gulping. "Kind of gross, uh, isn't there any other way to kill aliens?"

    "Nope, sorry," Savon said, sighing. "I asked the blogger about it, and he said this is the only way."

    "Let's go, let's go!" Aigre shouted. "Bye bye, aliens!"

    Larva balls thrown forward, the chimera swore Eau had been bathed in a strong light. Beamed up into a spaceship as the carrot went kerplooey, the hyena looked away. Ugh, who put guts inside these root vegetables? These aliens sure were getting a little too comfortable on this planet! Aliens looking his way, he swore they were ready to shoot something at him.

    "Chimeras go down!" alien shouted. "Take this, Super Guttz Bolognese Five!"

    Bloody noodles raining down upon him, the hyena swore he could feel a little electric shock ready to take him away. Oh, no, where did his energy go? Finger over the pea shooter trigger, he closed his eyes. These aliens are going down! Three, two, one! Aiming for the head, he swore he could see some brain pop as the army had begun to fall one after another.

    Carrots rotting from the inside out as well, the hyena turned away. Whoever suggested to throw maggot balls should be punished for this! Difficult alien dancing around the field, one last ball of larvae had been tossed. Creature returning to their ship, a head had soon been slapped upon the window.

    "Give Eau back to us!" Savon cried.

    Poof.

    "She's gone," Brume said. "We'll have to go to the next farm." He then folded his arm into a fist. "We have to chase that flying saucer!"

    Chase taking ages, after what felt like hundreds of brains being popped, the hyena held in the urge to gag as the mission reached its end. Eau pried out of the flying saucer, he popped back through the portal once more. Returning home, he plopped down on his bed. He's going to see squished brains in his dreams tonight, isn't he? Closing his eyes, one last thought poked in as he dozed off.

    First food ghosts, now food aliens. What's next, zombies? No, don't will that into existence. Please, no.

    Please, let this be the last time he has to deal with aliens ever again.

    No more invasions, please.



    Welp, this wasn't on my 2025 bingo card... radish head aliens. Oh, well, lol. Next week, Pizza!!!!!!!! yipee
     
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    Dish 11: Pizza Monster With Animatronics


    "I'm going to be frank.

    Well, not frank, blunt.
    Okay, I am
    Not going to lie. I'm getting pretty
    Tired of this food ghost nonsense. I won't

    Lie, it's getting pretty tiring.
    I've honestly had
    Enough, but

    I can't just stop dealing with them. It's

    Not an option.
    Especially since the terror
    Endlessly continues. I
    Do want a break from it

    All, but I suppose it's

    Barely reasonable to ask for that. It's far from
    Reasonable in
    Every single way.
    At the end of the day, I
    Know I can't just give up.

    For the most part, this is my life now. I'm
    Rather aware
    Of that. That this is
    My life now until it stops.

    Things are getting strange now,
    However, I mean, aliens?
    It's beginning to make no
    Sense at all. I

    Feel like the anonymous blogger is
    Obviously hiding a thing
    Or two, but I
    Don't know what. But I

    Guess that's
    Hardly my business. At the end
    Of the day, I am
    Starting to feel pretty
    Tired of all the secrets, of all the

    Nonsense, but I
    Obviously can't just quit.
    Not while
    So many people are
    Ending up getting hurt from this. So I must
    Not stop. I
    Shouldn't quit.
    Especially if I want to

    Build a restaurant in Rome someday.
    Ultimately, I need
    To get all of

    These distractions out of the way.
    Hammer them down,
    End them wherever and whenever possible.
    Yes, that's the goal here. I

    Don't know if I'll ever achieve it, but
    Of course, I

    Need to continue to try.
    Or, I won't get anywhere.
    There's so much

    Stopping me right now,
    Though, I need to keep
    On going. It'll
    Probably take a long time, but

    Simply put, I cannot afford to stop,
    Or I can kiss my dream goodbye.

    I know that.

    So, for the time being, I
    Have to stay
    On the investigation team,
    Unless something worse happens, I won't
    Leave. It's not like anyone has
    Died yet.

    Not like that's impossible,
    Or possible for
    Those food ghosts to

    Even kill anyone.
    I do fear it a bit,
    Though, maybe.
    Hahaha, I don't know, with
    Everything happening lately, is my
    Restaurant goal even attainable?

    Barely, I bet.
    Ugh, I wish
    Things were different! But,

    It seems the word said otherwise.

    Kind of tired of
    It all, and I
    Need to focus. I
    Don't have the luxury

    Of quitting.
    For now, I

    Will continue the investigations,
    And, I will keep working.
    No matter what, I need
    To keep pursuing

    That dream, no matter the
    Obstacle. And, there's a lot

    Of obstacles right now.
    However, I will crush them. I

    Will jump over
    Every hurdle.
    Let's do my best to
    Level this playing field."


    Phone ringing off the walls, the chimera let out a tired groan. Gazing at his clock for a moment, the hyena placed his arm over his eyes. Who's calling the house at five in the morning? He can hardly believe this, the audacity. Are Varg's bandmates ringing up the line about a gig, or something? Hasn't anyone heard of calling on a cellphone these days? No? He sees.

    Closing his eyes once more, the food enthusiast could feel himself ready to doze off again at any moment. Whoever was calling, consider him not interested. It's not time for his alarm to go off yet, thank him very much. Wait until six to bother him, please! But, the conversation in the halls soon echoed throughout the home.

    "Excuse me, how did ya get this number?" Varg asked, groaning. "Do ya know what time it is?" There was an annoyed tone of voice. A long pause soon followed. "Ya wanna talk to my brother? Ma'am yer gonna have to call back later, he's still sleepin'." There was a long pause that followed. "Ya need to talk to him now? Why's it so important for? Do ya even know him?" He mumbled under his breath as the conversation continued. "Aight, aight, I'll see if I can wake him, kay? But ya know, I dunno where you at, but ya really shouldn't be callin' this early."

    Reaching for his phone, the chimera opened up a text to speech app. Who in the world is calling this early? Was it some client for his odd jobs business? He really needed to have put a disclaimer and business hours up on his website and when not to call. But, some people don't read the fine print, do they? Of course they don't. Spiky booted footsteps coming towards him, he rolled out of bed. Door creaking open, he prepared himself.

    "Ah, yer up, wasn't expectin' that," Varg said. "Some lady's on the phone for ya. She wants to talk to ya 'bout somethin'. Dunno why." He let out a yawn. "It woke me up on my day off. I bet she woke up Pira, too." He lowered his voice into a whisper as he said such.

    Identity of the caller brought to his attention, the hyena blinked. Some lady, he says? Someone wanted to employ his services that badly, huh? Reaching for his tablet, he scribbled away. Was this really so important it couldn't have waited until a couple hours later? Guess not. Please, don't be a food ghost issue, he's absolutely, positively, not dealing with something like that early in the morning.

    [Put her on speaker phone, please.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Aight, I'll put her on speaker," Varg said, clicking a button. "He's awake ma'am, go ahead."

    <Good morning, your name is Siorc, right? Sorry for calling this early in the morning.> The voice on the other end said. She had a noticeable accent.

    Stranger on the other end asking for his name, the hyena placed his finger on his chin. This woman was definitely a potential client of his. Typing out a message, the words, yes, my name is Siorc played out in a robotic voice on blast from his phone. Typing in, how can I help you? Added shortly after, he tried to hold back a yawn. It is way too early for this.

    <I would like to request your services, young man. My daughter showed me your website the other day, and my kids have been asking me to take them to the national park all week. But, I'm injured, and my eldest daughter is leaving for fashion camp today. I need someone to cook and watch my kids for the day.> The voice on the other end said.

    Lady sounding desperate, the food enthusiast let out a tired sigh. He sees, so he's a last resort option here, isn't he? Ugh, he has to deal with kids again. Maybe he should have put on his website he won't babysit! But, this poor mother, she was injured, wouldn't it be rude of him to leave her high and dry? It definitely would.

    Typing away, a thought rolled itself around in the dirt. What if this lady played him for a fool? Should he ask how old her kids are? Maybe it would be in his best interest to do so. Taking a moment, he took a deep breath. Right, he probably should ask the important questions first, that would do him some good, right? Words, how old are your kids, playing out in a robotic voice, the young adult let out a yawn. Man, it was too early for this.

    <My kids are ten, eleven and twelve. They're well behaved, I promise. Please, I don't got anyone else to turn to.> The voice on the other end said.

    Lady sounding desperate, the chimera placed his hand on his chest. Well, if she didn't have anyone else to turn to, he supposed he didn't mind helping out. He'd even work for free if she couldn't pay! Typing out, I'll come over. Could you tell me where you're located, a robotic voice played out. But, a slightly surprising answer played out from the speakers.

    <I live in Croatia. I hope that's not too much of an inconvenience to you.> The voice on the other end said.

    Croatia mentioned, the chimera let out a groan. He's going to have to take the shuttle, isn't he? That's going to be a five hour ride. When should he leave? Would seven in the morning do? When does the shuttle come anyway? He doesn't know. He guess he'll have to look up the schedule. Typing out, I'll have to take the shuttle, when do you need me to be there, the robotic voice kept going strong.

    <If you would be so kind as to be here by two in the afternoon, that would be great.> The voice on the other end said.

    Letting out a loud mhm, he could hear the woman on the other end fill with gratitude. Varg taking the phone and bidding the lady farewell, the chimera let out a groan. Great, he's going to have to be out of here by around seven in the morning today, what a day. Oh, well, guess he'll have to make a quick breakfast this morning.

    "Croatia, huh? Yer really goin' places in th' world, ya know that?" Varg asked.

    Nodding, the chimera wondered. What would make for a quick breakfast? He had some left over chicken, right? He believed so. Maybe he could take some frozen waffles out of the freezer and make chicken and waffles before he headed out the door. But, would Varg want something like that? Perhaps not. That didn't sound up his ally. But, it wouldn't hurt to ask. Scribbling away, he almost didn't want to ask that question.

    [I guess so.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled some more. [I'm going to make some Chicken and Waffles with the leftover chicken breasts. Are you fine with that?]

    "I dun't mind that, but are ya sure yer gonna have time to make anything this morning?" Varg asked. "It takes five hours t' reach Croatia by shuttle."

    [It's fine, I have an hour and a half before I have to leave.] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked. [I'll use frozen waffles. But, next time I'll make them fresh.]

    "Aight, if ya insist," Varg said, yawning. "See ya later."

    Door closed behind him, the college graduate quickly opened the bookmarks up on his phone. He supposed he had an hour and half before he had to be out of here. Maybe a quick look at the anonymous food blogger's page could be in order. Website loading oddly slow still, he wondered. Is someone out here still trying to attack it or something? When will they learn?

    Brand new blog entry posted around half an hour ago, the hyena let out a sigh. This person on the other side of the screen sure was pretty consistent, weren't they? Could these posts possibly be scheduled? But, the young adult shook his head. It was possible, he supposed, but likely? Probably not. At least, he didn't think so anyway. Entry titled, Pizza Parties are a Horrible Idea. Avoid Putting Any Toppings on Your Pies, the chimera did a double take. This has to to be a prank, right? Pizza isn't safe, either? Come on now.

    <Pizza Parties are a Horrible Idea. Avoid Putting Any Toppings on Your Pies.>
    Anonymous

    "To everyone who dealt with the alien invasion, you have my gratitude. It's nice to see some people are taking this seriously for a change. The aliens have taken their leave, and they will not be bothering earth again, at least for now. But, it is highly recommended you don't put this case to bed just yet. They could return at any given moment.

    I have been getting a lot of reports about haunted pizza incidents across the globe. But, especially in their home origin country of Italy. It would seem that, at the moment, people who are ordering pizzas that are covered in toppings are getting attacked by a large pizza monster burning people with a flamethrower every chance they get. It is highly recommended for the time being to avoid going to pizza parties, and if possible, ordering pizza altogether should be avoided entirely.

    For this, I do not need a huge investigation team. About two to three, or maybe four of you will do. It is highly recommended that everyone arms themselves with a scythe, if possible. These pizza beasts are far from harmless. In fact, they're far more dangerous than you think. I will be reading your comments within the next twelve hours.

    And, to all of you not taking this seriously, don't even bother volunteering yourselves. I won't be giving you any compensation this time. Especially you lot on the wall of shame. To those who are actually taking this seriously, you might be receiving a big bonus if this is dealt with quickly. The quicker, the better.

    One last thing to the people still not taking this seriously. My patience is beginning to wear thin. If you don't wish for even more reasons for me to shame you, I suggest you take a good hard long look at yourself and think about why you see this as some kind of game. Because I'd like to remind you that this is a serious matter that should not be taken lightly."


    Haunted pizza parties mentioned, the chimera let out a groan. Even pizza parties aren't safe these days? Count him out. He really doesn't have time for this today. It's definitely better to skip out on this one. It's not like he's missing anything important, right? Besides, who gets pizza on a Tuesday? Nobody eats pizza on a Tuesday!

    Putting his phone down, the hyena headed off towards his clothing drawers. It was best to not think about that food blogger for today, he had a long day ahead of him. Not to mention, it's not like he's going to be ordering any pizza. That lady on the phone was hiring him to cook for her kids and take them out to the park. Maybe, for once, he wouldn't have to deal with those pesky supernatural food obstacles!

    Making a quick run for it off towards the restroom, the chimera did a quick cleansing. Bright, summer morning sun practically ready to fry out his eyeballs, the young adult let out a groan. Ugh, good morning, indeed. The sun always rises so early in the summer, doesn't it? He could hardly believe it sometimes. But, such was life.

    Adorning a bright yellow shirt with pepperoni on it and a skirt to match, the young adult pulled his hair back into a high bun. Would this make him look like a responsible person to look after some preteens? He did not know. Maybe he should have said no. Looking after children is such a tiresome event! But, it's not like he had any other jobs lined up. His inbox was pretty empty lately. Matching pepperoni hairpins and earrings clicked into place, he slid off towards the kitchen.

    Deigr and Coiote nowhere in sight, the chimera huffed a sigh of relief. Thank the skies their sorry faces aren't here today. He could use a break from their nonsense, that's for sure. Honestly, who did they think they were, saying people ate his food out of pity? For one thing, that wasn't even true! They just never ate good food before in their entire lives, that's all!

    Opening up the freezer, the chimera let out a sigh. All they had were store brand waffles? What a waste. Sometimes, he wondered who bought the food in the house when he wasn't here. Deigr and Coiote, he bet. What in the world is this? Reading the box, the label said vegan waffles. Seeing such, he sighed. Yup, Deigr and Coiote definitely bought these. When will they learn hyena chimeras need to mostly have a meat based diet? Oh, well, guess these will do for today.

    Finding the leftover chicken wings in the refrigerator, the young adult groaned. He didn't quite have time to cook these. He supposed he'd have to take the easy way out, the known, the beloathed, the easy way out, the microwave. He's not taking credit for this one, that's for sure, not in a million years.

    As the hyena put the first patch of waffles in the ancient toaster oven, he stared off into space. Let them toast for five minutes or until they turn brown? Did he really need to have them toast for that long? Maybe he didn't, who knows? He sure didn't. Leftover legs turning on the little microwave plate, he reached for the frying pan. He supposed, the least he could do was put some bacon on top of it sprinkled with pepper.

    First four waffles popping out of the toaster, the chimera plopped in the second to last batch. Letting the bacon simmer for a moment, the food enthusiast gazed at the time on his phone. It is currently six in the morning, he needed to be out of here in no later than an hour. It was best to make this quick before time ran out.

    Microwave screeching, the hyena hurried to shut the timer up. Man, did this little screamer have to be so loud? Plopping the leftover wings over the square waffles, he wondered. Should he mix in some fruit? But, he knew he didn't have time for that. Besides, it would definitely clash with the bacon, wouldn't it? It most certainly would.

    Bacon done sizzling, the chimers sprinkled down tiny bits of diced pepper. Porky strips of goodness plopped down onto the low quality vegan yellow creatures, the young adult gazed at the syrup. There was hardly any left in there. Maybe he should have bought some more. Too late for that, he supposed.

    Setting the table, the chimera was ready to throw in the towel. Man, this was such a lazy breakfast, he should be ashamed of himself, shouldn't he? He definitely should. But, it's not like he had any time, the shuttle to Croatia would definitely be gone if he didn't hurry. He needed to be out of here as soon as possible. Boots clanging in, he readied himself for disappointment.

    "That was quick, guess we really did have some frozen waffles left," Varg said, seating himself. "Deigr and Coiote must've forgotten 'bout 'em."

    "The vegan waffles, right? I almost forgot we had those," Pira said, yawning. "Looks like there's leftover chicken in between. Kiddo, you didn't have to make anything. Don't you have to leave for the shuttle soon?"

    [I only made the bacon.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [And, the shuttle doesn't come until around seven. I have time.]

    "I see, do you want me to drive you?" Pira asked. "It's a pretty far walk from here."

    [Don't you have work today?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked. He then scribbled further. [I can walk, it's fine.]

    "Not until the afternoon," Pira responded, shaking his head. "You definitely won't make it to the shuttle in time if you walk. I'll take you there."

    Finishing the chicken and waffle, the hyena could feel a wave of guilt as compliments had come his way. Please, don't tell him it's good, it was a microwave job.

    ->

    Finishing up the bland store bought waffles, the chimera held back the urge to sigh. Maybe he should have spent the time to make his own waffles from scratch. But, when would he have time for that? Maybe he can try and redo this tomorrow morning. Or, next week. They didn't have any waffle mix, did they? Probably not. Returning to his room for a moment, the chimera grabbed his bag. Head hung low, he hardly wanted to look at the kitchen table.

    "Siorc, don't be so hard on yerself, so what ya used Deigr and Coiote's leftover vegan waffles," Varg said, hands on his side. "After band practice, I'll go out an' get some waffle mix, kay?"

    Varg offering himself up, the young adult resisted the urge to shake his head. Didn't he have other more important things to do today? He had a day off with his bandmates to jam out. What good would it do take his hard earned off day away from translating for hours on end? That wouldn't be necessary. He can always go to the store on the way home before heading to the evening shuttle.

    [You don't need to do that, Varg. Enjoy your time with your bandmates.] Slow sliding text on his tablet said.

    "Yer fine. 'Sides, Natalie, Leah and Hase are comin' home in a few days, we need to go shoppin' for them," Varg responded. "Leah texted me sayin' she really misses eating shrimp, so Strix an' I gonna go to the market an' go get some later."

    Natlaie, Leah and Hase mentioned, the chimera stared off into space for a moment. Ah, right, the acting camp is doing a few more shows, and then they're coming home. Maybe he should start thinking about making separate dishes when they return. They're probably going to be busy for the rest of the summer, aren't they? After the camp ends, weren't they getting summer work again? Who knows? Hase almost never contacted him while he was in college. International texting? Too much money.

    [Alright, but, please don't get the organic mix. It doesn't make that great of waffles.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Ya got it, champ," Varg said, he then looked at his watch. "My bandmate's comin'. I gotta meet up with 'em. See ya later."

    Varg dashing off towards the garage, the chimera's feet rocked back and forth on the carpet. These kids had better be well behaved, or consider this the last job he'll ever take again involving them! He remembered back in his third year at the culinary institute when he had to cater a kid's event for twenty five percent of his grade that semester. The kindergarteners pulled his hair! The nerve!

    Pira's keys jingling, the chimera dashed off towards the van. It was time to leave already, huh? Maybe he should cancel. Please, let these kids be angels from heaven and not devils from the underworld. Puberty filled beasts were worse than anything else. Fingers crossed, he placed himself into the backseat.

    "You're probably going to have to transfer shuttles," Pira said, face in the rearview mirror. "Varg told me the mother lives in Zagreb. So, make sure you transfer to the next shuttle when it tells you to. I'll pay for it today."

    [It's fine, Pira, I'm an adult. I can pay for it myself.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "No, kiddo, this shuttle is a lot more expensive," Pira responded in a stern tone. "Don't worry about it, I'll pay. I wouldn't want you to use your hard earned money on this. We don't have passes for this shuttle line after all."

    Van leaving the garage, the chimera stared out the window. Just what shuttle is he taking today? He supposed there weren't really that many that went from Mestre to Zagreb, but what about the national park? Hadn't it been quite the distance away from Zagreb? How was he supposed to get there? He should have learned how to drive while in the states.

    Pesky daredevil neighbors at it again with their ridiculous stunts, the hyena swore he could hear the neighbor kids cry that those old guys landed in their pool again. Hearing such, he slapped his palm across his forehead. Alright, now, this is getting pretty annoying. When will the cops arrest these men for being a public nuisance already?

    Morning sun practically ready to fry his eyes, the chimera turned away from the window. Man, it sure was blinding out there today. What a horrifically sunny day it was out there, he could hardly stand it sometimes. But, what did he expect? It was early summer, the height of heat season.

    Phone buzzing in his pocket, the young adult rubbed his eyes at what laid in waiting for him. Huh? That name, who was texting him? Ah, Cyril. Hadn't that been the feisty little rat chimera who always talked like a gangster? He graduated from the culinary arts college a couple years before he did. What's he texting him for? He could have sworn that guy lived in Estonia? Ah, how should he know? He doesn't remember. Cyril and he weren't exactly close friends. Swiping the text open, he gazed at it for a moment.

    <Cyril>
    {Heard ya were the valedictorian this year, congrats. Some friends and I are gonna be in Italy for the next few days, and we're havin' a pizza party tomorrow. Wanna come? Don't worry 'bout payin', that's already taken care of.}


    Pizza party mentioned, the young adult's knees buckled. Oh, no, a pizza party? No, no, no, this won't do! Wasn't that what the anonymous blogger told him not to do right now? Well, maybe by tomorrow, that mission would be resolved. And, besides, when would he get an opportunity like this again to meet up with other chimeras who went to college with him? He definitely wouldn't, that's for sure.

    <Me>
    {I'll come. Who else will be there?}

    <Cyril>
    {Ah, y'know, the crew. Satine, Bain, Laine and Iomra. They're comin' too.}


    Leaving a thumbs up reaction, the hyena froze up like an ice cube. Ugh, no, why is he saying yes to this? There's no way the haunted pizza issue will be resolved in one day! Not to mention, the problem was occurring in Italy! The heartland of Pizza! Well, oh well, message sent, it's not like he can unsend it. Guess a pizza ghost is going to attack him tomorrow! Van brakes screeching, blue violet eyes were soon glued to him.

    "Here, kiddo, fare for the way there, and fare for the way back," Pira said, euros stretched out in his hand. "Call me if anything happens, okay?"

    [Nothing bad is going to happen, Pira.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "If you say so, kiddo," Pira responded. "Well, I'll see you later. Have a good time."

    Hopping out of the car, the shuttle glared daggers at him. Here goes, the five hour long ride to Zagreb. Shuttle practically filled, he wondered. How many people were heading to Croatia today? There must have been some big event at the national park, or something. Shuttle leaving the station as the fare had been paid for, he cracked open the magical food adventure game, Brownie Hop Kingdom.

    Getting quite far in some tower game mode, the college graduate let out a sigh. Man, honestly, after people complained about how paid to win this game was, it has become way too easy now. Maybe the developers listened a little too well. This game wasn't fun anymore. But, it's not like he carried his game consoles around with him, oh well.

    Switching to a manga application, the young adult's eyes were glued to the latest and greatest from Japan. Eyes glued to, Reincarnated as a Monster Meat Chef, I Now Cook the Most Delicious Meals, the chimera practically drooled at the centaur steak chapter. Man, if only fantasy beasts were real, he would kill to make something like this. But, alas, there was no such thing as centaurs in the real world. Just humans, chimeras, and animals, oh well.

    Five hours passing by rather quickly, the call to switch shuttles blared over the speakers. Hurrying himself to the next bus, the chimera almost nodded off as the second one cruised on through. But, he knew that he couldn't doze off here. This ride was only twelve minutes. Right, there's no time to rest.

    Directions to the home in his pocket, the chimera sweat at the signs above him. Everything's in the slavic language again. He really should have taken more languages classes in school. Whenever his parents return home, they'd be so disappointed in him for only knowing Welsh, English, Italian and a dash of a few others.

    Reaching the house rather quickly, the young adult gulped. What is this huge mansion he's about to enter? This place belonged to a rich family, huh? No wonder they could afford to send their daughter to a fashion camp. Fence already opened, he broke into a sweat. How strange, there's no lock on this entrance. Did someone break in? He needed to inform the mother about this right away.

    Knocking on the door, the young adult's feet rocked back. What if the mother got injured trying to fight a robber, or something? Didn't people always say they want to eat the rich? What does that even mean anyway? He doesn't know. Door soon opening, a face soon awaited him that he swore he had seen before.

    Standing at the entranceway had been a short tan young adult woman with short brown hair that had been pulled up into pigtails. Blue violet silky headband in the center of her bangs, she had pitch black lizard eyes. Fancy dark red dress upon her, he couldn't help but recall. She kind of looks like Laine, didn't she? But, no, total coincidence, right?

    "Oh, you're Siorc, you know, my sister talks about you a lot," the young woman said. "I wish I could see her more often. It's been, uh, eight years? Don't remember. I'm Cordon, by the way. I'll go get the boys. Follow me".

    Cordon leading the way, the chimera gazed at her one last time. These two really did look alike, didn't they? Were they siblings, cousins, distant relatives? Honestly, he had no idea. Laine graduated two years before he did. And, she left with a bachelors, or something. He couldn't recall.

    Young boys sitting at the kitchen table, a short, tired looking mother sat at the table beside them, hand and leg cast quite visible. Seeing such, the hyena placed his hand on his chest. He definitely needed to step in for today. There's no way he can let this mother cook in that shape. Reaching for his tablet he scribbled away.

    [I hope I came on time. Hello, there, I'll be taking you three to the national park today. What do you want for lunch?] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Mommy, is this guy broken?" the first boy asked. "He's not talking, and stuff."

    "He's using a tabwet to tawk," the second boy said. "Can we watch Supamewon on it?"

    "I'd like some black risotto, please," the third boy said, adjusting his glasses.

    "Boys, boys, I told you to be polite," the mother said, tone tired. "You're on time, don't worry about it." She yawned as she said such. "Just make sure you get the boys to the park by four. The neighbor will drive you." She then conked out.

    "Man, mom's been so tired after that dude tried to rob us clean the other day," the first son said.

    "I mean, you know, she bwoke and stuff trying to save us, can you blame her?" the second boy said.

    "Can we stop telling strangers our business?" the glasses kid asked. "Mister, I'll help you make the black risotto, kay? We like it our food hot."

    [No, please leave the cooking to the adults. You'll hurt yourself.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "I'm a big boy, I'll be thirteen in three months!" the third kid exclaimed. "Besides, it'll go by faster if I help."

    "Listen to the grownup," Cordon said, sighing. "Look, I'd totally help you, but I need to finish packing."

    "But, siiis, I wanna help him cut the veggies!" the third boy cried. "And, I know how to use a knife! Please, please, mister, let me chop the garlic and onions? It's my favorite!"

    Puppy dog eyes coming his way, the chimera let out a sigh. How could he say no to that face? Other boys running around the kitchen chasing each other, the young adult held back a groan. These boys were well behaved, huh? They sure had a lot of energy, didn't they? He needed to hurry up and finish this dish, pronto. Hands cleansed and ready to go, the time had come.

    Young lad cutting up the garlic and onions, the chimera placed the chopped up ingredients into the pan. Sautéing them, for fifteen minutes, he read the next instruction. Cuttlefish, huh? He had never prepared such a thing before. Silver sac removed, the bones had been defeated as well. Plopping down the cut up fish into the platter, he wondered. Was he even doing this right? Probably not.

    Tomato paste plopped down as well, the chimera grit his teeth. Add wine? Man, so many things required wine for tasting, didn't they? How unusual. Liquid evaporating, fish paste had been added. Seasoning put in for the final touch, he let the creature simmer on the oven for ten minutes. But, that had been far from the end of it.

    Adding rice, the dish cooked for sixteen minutes further. Everything stirred together, the chimera sniffed. This smelled good, right? He didn't know. Maybe he didn't cook it long enough. Giving everyone their share, the boys dashed towards the table, jumping up and down like their lives depended on it.

    "Black risotto!!" the first boy shouted.

    "Yummy!!" the second boy shouted, he then gobbled it all up.

    "Boys, please chew slowly," the mother said, groaning. She then nibbled on her own with her only free hand. "This is quite tasty. Much better than my personal chef makes it." But, such had been interrupted.

    "Can we go to the park now?!" the first boy shouted.

    "Pwease?!" the second boy shouted.

    "Finish eating first." The fatigue ate the mother alive. "You can have some if you want. Come, sit."

    Munching on the risotto, the chimera practically ascended to heaven. Okay, now this, this definitely hit the spot. He had made yet another delectable dish. When he gets his restaurant in Rome, this is going to be on the specials menu! Cleaning up the plates, a knock on the door soon persisted for minutes on end.

    Neighbor man waving and saying he'll drive them to the national park now, the hyena swiped through his phone. Ah, he sees, there's some big event going on there today. How tiresome, he's going to be here until late evening, isn't he? Long almost two hour car ride full of noise ready to swallow him whole, the chimera plopped in his earbuds. Sweet, peace and quiet.

    Reaching the national park, the kids almost tried to run away from him multiple times. Multiple chasing sessions taking place as the afternoon went on, the young adult could feel his air begin to die. Man, these boys were too energetic! Only one listening being the one with glasses, his fingers twitched. He should have known it was too good to be true.

    Events one after another playing out for hours on end, the chimera remained in the sidelines. No wonder so many people were coming here today, this park was huge. A scavenger hunt, some other events, he could hardly keep track. Afternoon soon heading to evening, the sun had begun to set. Neighbor man stating it was time to come home, the drive back was longer than ever.

    Mother thanking him with an envelope, the hyena returned home close to two in the morning. Plopping down into his bed, he closed his eyes, dozing off.

    ->

    The next afternoon.

    Phone buzzing off the walls the hyena rubbed his eyes. What was he doing again? Ah, right, the pizza party. He almost forgot. Shouldn't he be there by now? Agh, maybe it's not too late to cancel! It wasn't, right? Opening up the messages app, he groaned. Man, this Cyril guy sure sent lengthy messages, didn't he?

    <Cyril>
    {Hey, wake up sleepyhead. Ya know, you said you'd come to the pizza party, right? You gotta be there by two! And, would ya look at the time? It's twelve thirty! Don't tell me ya sleep late. You're still comin' right? The joint we're going to has animatronics, by the way, if you're afraid of them, it's too late! So, get your rump outta bed and get ready to leave!}

    <Me>
    {I'm awake. I had a long day yesterday, apologies. Give me the address, and I'll be there on time.}

    <Cyril>
    {Took you long enough! Here ya go, it's at <redacted.> See ya there!}


    Animatronics mentioned, the young adult's eyebrows twitched. Oh, great, even worse, this place had moving electronic puppet things. They're definitely going to attack alongside the pizza. He probably should have just said no. Well, too late now. Making a fresh batch of waffles for everyone else, he readied himself to head out the door. Why did this party place have to be in Sicily? He's going to have to take the ferry.

    "You're going to Sicily, right?" Pira asked. "Sorry, kiddo, I can't take you to the ferry. I have to build something for Strix. He's been getting burned pretty bad by the sun lately in his room."

    [It's fine, Pira, I called a cab to take me to the ferry.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Alright, but be careful," Pira warned. "Those personal driver services are full of shady people."

    [I promise I'll be safe. I'll see you later.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    Horn beeping, the chimera made a run for it. This driver sure was impatient. Man sticking out his hand for money immediately, he plopped down the cash. Returning to Brownie Hop Kingdom as the driver left the area, he almost didn't hear him call out to him who knows how long later. Ah, did he say something? His bad.

    "I said, dude, you're here," the driver said. "You young people and your phone games. I swear your brains will all be rotten by next year."

    Seating himself on the ferry, the college graduate swore something felt rather chilly. Where did this draft come from? Maybe he should turn around. Ferry leaving the station, he kept himself seated. Too late for that now, he supposed. Reaching Sicily after about half an hour, he searched high and low for the amusement restaurant.

    But, what waited for him at the amusement restaurant was a rather terrifying entrance. Animatronics looking ready to move off the stage, the young adult almost wanted to turn around. Ah, no, he shouldn't have come here after all. Employee at the front guiding him towards the table, sweat poured down his neck.

    "There you are!" a bossy voice shouted. "We've been waiting for you!"

    Complaining in the front had been a very short adult rat man with short brown hair that barely went beneath his chin with the tiniest of a braid. Light blue super big, he was in a sailor suit. Ah, he sees he dressed the same as always. Cyril never changed. Young white faced badger girl with a snowy one piece dress and brown hair pulled into a small ponytail, the chimera tried to remember her name. Satine, right? Probably.

    Pink haired girl with spiky bubblegum shaded locks, bright red eyes, and ribbons in her hair, she too, adorned a sailor suit. What was her name again, Bain? Right. She looked pretty sharp. Did they all work for a boat, or something? Young woman with tan skin, rabbit beady scrunchies in her hair, curly brown hair pulled downward, her pitch black eyes were beady, like a lizard. Sailor suit upon her as well, he tried to put a name to a face. Ah, her name was Laine, right.

    Sleeping on the table snoring away had been a grey skinned koala boy with light brown hair all the same going down to about his chin. Everyone elbowing him, sweat poured down the young adult's cheek. How did Iomra graduate at all, anyway? He slept so much and did too little. Maybe he dropped out instead.

    "Hey, Iomra, I said, wake up! Did ya hear me?" Cyril cried. "Siorc's here?"

    "Hmm, huh? Oh," Iomra said in a sleepy tone. "Good morning."

    "It's afternoon," Bain corrected. "You know, you didn't have to come if you're so tired all the time."

    "I told you I need eighteen hours of sleep a day," Iomra yawned. "But, hey, I can't pass up on meeting an old friend."

    "Please excuse my brother, he's always like this," Satine said, groaning. "Sup, Siorc, been awhile."

    "It certainly has been awhile," Laine said. "Heard you became the valedictorian this year. Congratulations. Now, let's celebrate with pizza!" She rang the bell as she said such. "Bring in the party pizza platter!"

    Feeling a chill in the air, the chimera gazed at the animatronics. Oh, no, there's something wrong with them, isn't there? Pizza coming to the table in twenty minutes, he couldn't help but notice something. There were pepperoni, onions and anchovies on this pie. Oh, no, it's coming, any second now.

    Everyone chowing down, the hyena swore he could hear a roar coming close. Turning his head towards the noise, his heart sank. Oh, by the skies, no, it's here. The pepperoni slice monster. Animatronic running towards him as well, a large hand had soon grabbed Cyril by the scruff of his neck.

    "Hey, you don't ya see I'm eatin' here?! Put me down!" Cyril shouted.

    "Oh, no, tell me I'm dreaming!" Iomra cried. "I thought animatronics only go mad in the movies!" As he said such, the second hand grabbed him. "Oh, no, oh, no!"

    "Hey, give me back my brother!" Satine cried.

    Second animatronic stomping by, the hyena swore he could hear the pizza monster slice shouting something. Saucy blood dropping down onto the tables, all the other customers dashed out. Doorway soon blocked, he swore he could hear something shoot from somewhere close by. Animatronics assembling, all the employees had been seized.

    "Parties are for looosers!" the pizza monster shouted.

    "Siorc, we have to take these animatronics and their mastermind down!" Bain cried. As she said such, she took out a light saber. "Luckily, I have a weapon on me!"

    "What's a light saber going to do?!" Laine cried.

    "You'll see!" Bain exclaimed. "Watch this!"

    Boom, boom, boom, boom.

    Gunshots ablazing, the hyena covered his eyes as employees piled up like flies. Pizza monster hopping up and down, the young adult reached for a machete. Man, he shouldn't have come to this party. Blade breaking the cheese down into nothing, the shots continued. He had to be quick, there wasn't much time left!

    Creature downed the chimera prepared himself. Alright, these animatronics are going down. Freaky music playing, the employees kept piling up. Monsters letting the bodies hit the floor, the young adult knew he would have to pay for the damages after this. Light saber blasted upon their eyes, another battle cry hit the stage.

    "Take this, go blind, you fiends, raa!" Bain shouted.

    Animatronics screeching, the young adult hurried and looked for the switches in the back. He had to hurry and turn them off, or it's game over! Everything dropping down onto the ground sparking, the team hurried and called for an ambulance. Everyone hauled away, the young adult returned to the ferry head hung low as everything died down.

    Returning home in the evening, the chimera plopped down upon his bed, fatigue throwing him for a loop. He shouldn't have accepted that party invitation. Feeling something crunch beneath his torso, the chimera lifted himself upward for a moment. Blank envelope waiting for him, he opened the paper up.

    Anonymous blogger leaving him with another large sum of euros for all his contributions, even ones he hadn't signed up for, the hyena's heart skipped a beat. Just how much money did this person have lying around? Tucking the notes away, he crawled underneath his covers once more. World of sleep calling for him again, he could feel one last set of thoughts settle in as a dream was ready to haunt him for the evening.

    How much did this anonymous blogger know about him?

    They probably knew everything, didn't they?



    No, I didn't play fnaf. I know that this was a typical kinda thing, but I just winged it, sorry. We're close to the halfway point of this story now somehow...
     
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    Dish 12: Bonfire Marshmallow Fiend


    "Something tells me that the way things are going now, the worst isn't
    Over. The pizza party,

    I shouldn't have gone.
    Those food ghosts
    Summoned animatronics.

    Something tells me it's
    All going to
    Fall downhill from here.
    Everything is close

    To reaching
    One big tipping point.

    At this rate,
    Soon, people are going to die. What
    Should I do if they cause someone's
    Untimely demise. I don't know,
    Maybe I should
    End this. Ah, no,

    There's still
    Horrible food ghosts, I can't
    End my tenure on the

    Food Ghost Investigation Team,
    Of course not.
    Of course, I am getting tired of
    Doing this sometimes, but I can't just

    Go up and quit. I
    Have to at least continue
    On until
    Something changes.
    Though, I
    Simply have no idea

    At all when that might be. It's a
    Rather slippery slope lately.
    Especially considering how

    So many of
    These incidents
    Are evolving. It's
    Ridiculous, but it is what it is. I'm
    Truly unsure
    If this will ever resolve. It's
    Not likely.
    Guess I'm in

    This for life!
    Oh, well, I

    Guess my restaurant in Rome might
    End up having
    To wait, but I

    Mustn't give
    Up hope! I
    Can't give up
    Hope, not now!

    Maybe things will continue to improve
    Once I clear out the ghosts.
    Removing
    Every single one of them might change something. I

    Doubt it'll take years
    And all that,
    No, of course not.
    Guess if I
    End up taking more missions to
    Remove them,
    Over time, they'll end
    Up going away.
    So, leaving is

    Simply not an option. No matter
    How much I sometimes want to.
    Okay so,
    Uh, Hase,
    Leah and Natalie are
    Definitely returning home soon.

    I am probably going to have to wake up at the

    Crack of dawn
    Or earlier so I can make separate breakfasts.
    Not sure what
    Their diets are.
    I assume they do
    Not eat as many spices as Varg.
    Uh, guess I might
    End up making

    One or more separate dishes
    Now. To be honest,

    They have to tell me.
    Hase doesn't really text me, so
    I'm quite unaware of her tastes.
    She probably eats anything.

    Possibly, I don't know.
    At the end of
    The day, she
    Has to tell me.

    Of course if they want separate dishes, I'll
    Rightfully oblige.

    Since unlike Deigr and Coiote,
    Hase doesn't insult my cooking!
    Or, at least,
    Uh, I don't think she does.
    Look, I
    Don't know how she

    Is behind close doors.

    Hase could be
    One of those
    People, uh chimeras, who says

    One thing, means another.
    For now, I
    Feel like it's best

    If I just ask if
    They want me to make separate breakfast,

    I don't know. I truly

    Don't. But,
    Oh well, if she
    No special preferences,
    Then that's fine. I don't

    Know her culinary likes and dislikes. I
    Need to ask.
    Okay, so that
    Will be on today's agenda. If no one asks me to work for them, that is."


    Alarm making its reign known to the world, the young adult pulled the covers over his face. How could it be morning already? The hours go by way too fast in the sleep world, that's for sure. Memories of yesterday flashing through his mind, the college graduate groaned up a storm. Those pesky animatronics, why did they have to come alive? So annoying.

    Reaching for his phone, the chimera gazed at the time. Six o'clock on the dot, like always. Weren't Hase, Leah and Natalie returning home later today? Honestly, he forgot. Everything had been going by so quick lately, he hardly had the time to process such things. Turning off towards the left side of his bed, he gazed at his notification bar for a moment.

    One new e-mail waiting for him, the chimera rubbed his eyes. Was he seeing things, someone had a job for him? When was the last time he received an e-mail from a client? Maybe a few days or so, if he had to guess. Maybe he had been taking on too many paranormal food investigations as of late. Is it about time he puts a pin in that for the time being?

    Shaking his head, the chimera knew it wouldn't be a good idea to just up and run. What if more people started getting injured or worse, killed by these horrible fiends? No, he absolutely cannot quit, no way, he definitely cannot be doing that. If he leaves now while the problems are piling up, people, chimeras, and possibly poor little critters will perish. His job here is far from done yet.

    Tapping the e-mail notification, the hyena steeled himself. What kind of job would be waiting for him this time? Would some really important politician demand he cook for his siblings? Some woman needing him to babysit? If either of those are the case, count him out forever. No more children, no more obscenely rich people. The time for change is now! Words waiting for him, he read in silence.

    -Need someone to pick my vegetables in my little green house and bake some carrot cakes for a charity event today.-

    -Hello, there, someone at my charity business found your website, and we are looking to hire you for the day. We heard you're a really good cook and are a valedictorian from the culinary art school in Chicago. And, I must say, that is very impressive. We asked many people to help us, but almost everyone said no, and unfortunately, we are running very low on time.

    You see, we are having a little charity ball this evening, but everyone who said they would bake desserts left the country on a vacation last second. And, for some reason, all the bakeries around here in Florence are closed due to some outlandish fear over some sweets monster. So, no one will be able to help us out locally.

    And, that's where you come in. According to your website, you can pretty much cook and bake anything, so I ask with extreme desperation for you to come to my home for the day and pick the vegetables in my garden and bake the sweets I need made. And, after, if possible, I will need some assistance setting up the charity hall. My address is at <redacted>, and I will probably need you from noon to midnight today. The charity ball is at around eight in the evening, and ends at around eleven. But, there is much to do before then.

    Please be at my home at around eleven forty five, if possible. You will be paid for the whole twelve hours you are here. But, should the sweets you bake be inadequate know that I can and will dock your pay. Remember, everything has to be perfect for our guests! I trust that you will not let me down, will you?

    I apologize for asking on such short notice like this, but I am short on time, and out of options. And, honestly, no one in my organization can bake to save their lives. And, now that a majority of them have decided to go awol on vacation last minute, I need your help. Please, find it in your heart to show up, we cannot have a ball without dessert.

    From,
    <Redacted>, The Florence Charitable Organization.-


    Word perfect practically dancing across the screen, the food enthusiast let out a tired sigh. How can an entire charity organization just get up and disappear like this right before some ball? How can they call themselves a charitable organization while leaving the leader high and dry like this? Man, if someone did that to him, he would just close up shop for the day instead.

    Pressing the reply button, the young adult wondered. What in the world should he say back? This person, they expected perfection of him. He absolutely needed to say that he would give them one hundred ten, no one hundred fifty percent. Desserts for a charitable ball? No problem. He'd probably have to cook some dinner, too, right? Probably. It's going to be a long day.

    Typing out a long message saying he will take the train and be there at the designated time, he added a message about cooking dinner as well. Maybe he could score a little extra euros that way? The kitchen could probably use some new appliances. But, he shook his head. Ah, no, he hasn't even gotten a chance to try out the crock pot yet! He needed to at least use that before rushing to buy new stuff.

    Pressing the send button, the chimera's fingers hovered over the bookmarks button in his phone browser. Should he take a look at the anonymous food blogger's page before he got ready for today? Maybe he should. Besides, it's not like he was in any rush, he didn't have to be out of here until nine forty five. That's plenty of time to read. Page opened up, a ridiculous set of words waited for him.

    Blog entry titled, Do Not Go Camping This Summer, Marshmallows, S'mores, Hot Dogs? All Bad News, All Bad Ideas, the chimera grit his teeth. Is anything safe to do anymore in this world of constant hauntings? Probably not. How did something like this happen? He was feeling quite clueless, but such was life, wasn't it? Everything was an unpredictable mess with nowhere to turn to.

    <Do Not Go Camping This Summer, Marshmallows, S'mores, Hot Dogs? All Bad Ideas.>
    Anonymous

    "First off, I'd like to thank everyone who took time out of their days to deal with the pizza monster situation. It has come to my attention that a famous pizza restaurant recently had a run in with the evil pizza ghost leading to a rather dangerous encounter. But, that has since resolved. But, it is not yet time to rest easy. While this issue has been partially handled, in some areas, these beasts are still prowling about.

    But, for now, that remains a partial issue on the backburner. I will be sending a few teams to deal with what is left, but I will be assigning people to deal with that myself. Do not volunteer yourself for this job, I will not be accepting any further clients. Should I consider you a top member in our ever growing investigation team, you will be contacted to clean up what is left of this mess.

    As for the current situation, it has been brought to my attention that it is no longer safe to go on a camping trip. Whatever you do, do not go camping, and especially do not go camping with food and a campfire. I have been getting many reports far and wide across the world that people who are cooking beside a campfire have been injured quite gravely by a bonfire ghost summoned by roasting food over a fire. If you choose to go camping, bring food that is already made ahead of time, and if your company is holding a summer barbeque, I highly recommend declining the invitation.

    Currently known hotspots for this paranormal campfire issue include Southern Russia, Poland and Lithuania. As well as portions of rural Canada. I will be needing a big team for this mission, preferably, I need around twenty of you to sign up for this task. I will be telling you where you will be going. It is highly recommended you bring as many weapons as possible with you. The monsters that the campfire summons are quite powerful and cannot be killed from pure strength alone.

    And, to the people still not taking this seriously, I know where you work. Should you continue to act like this is all a game, you'll have a lot more to worry about than paranormal food issues. Trust me, I have high connections in high places. So, anyone who is already on the wall of shame, consider this your next strike. If I have to speak about this again, let's just say I won't be so kind next time.

    As per the usual, I will be checking this post in the next twelve hours. If you intend to join this investigation, it is highly recommended you comment as soon as possible. Time is ticking, and people's lives are at stake here. Please do not hesitate. Anyone who decides to comment on this blog post may receive additional compensation if chosen to deal with the remaining pizza monster problems."


    Scrolling down to the comments, the hyena could see a rather strangely high number waiting for him. Thirty five? Man, a lot of people were on board with this, weren't they? Maybe he should sign himself up, too. But, as he gazed at the comments, he couldn't help but see garbled gibberish and spam about buying crypto alongside the genuine ones. Seeing such, he broke out into a sweat. The anonymous blogger is absolutely going to find their ip addresses and ruin their lives.

    Flipping through his phone for a good breakfast recipe, something immediately caught the hyena's eyes. Pan fried stuffed meat and egg pancakes, now, that sounded like fun. Perhaps he should make that for today. Resolute on such, the chimera dashed off towards his clothing drawers. It's best to hurry up and get ready now, nine forty five could come any second now.

    Pesky older sisters nowhere to be seen, the food enthusiast puffed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness Deigr and Coiote weren't here, he was getting quite tired of their constant complaints. If they didn't like how he made things, they should learn how to cook themselves! But, oh, he forgot, they're too busy making their lovely boyfriends do everything for them! What lazy brutes.

    Hearing the wind howl like a wolf outside as the sprinkling head above him roared upon his hair, the young adult let out a sigh. Today was a terrible day to pick vegetables in a garden, should he cancel? But, he shook his head at such. Ah, no, the garden was in a greenhouse, nothing to fear.

    Gazing at the timer, the hyena's lower eyelid twitched. Hold on a second, did they say seven ten? Man, he took way too long reading that e-mail this morning, didn't he? Two hours left to get out of here, did he have time to make anything fancy? Maybe there was. After all, two hours was still a lot of time.

    Reaching for the curling iron, the chimera stared at his reflection in the mirror. He could use some nice curls today. This was a charity ball, after all. So long, straight laces, he's getting some nice little waves. Honestly, why did Hase have to be the one in the family to be the only one born with curls? He bet she got a lot of compliments about it every single day. But, he left such green out to dry.

    Curls all fired up and ready to go, the college graduate slipped on a frilly shirt with a soft carrot on the side of the outfit. Dark orange floor length skirt with radishes printed on the side, he slapped over a chest sized coat with a smiling cabbage on it. Did any of this go together? Who knows, there was hardly any time to worry about it.

    Matching cabbage hairpins and earrings clicked on, the chimera dashed off towards the kitchen. It's time to make some pan fried meaty egg pancakes! Mixing bowl ready to roll, he swore the wind had only gotten louder. Howls hitting the window, he jumped back. Just how strong was the wind today? Maybe a storm was coming.

    Mixing three cups of flour and a little bit of salt, the young adult tossed the ingredients into a thin little mixing bowl. Gazing at the next set of instructions, the food enthusiast poured water into a measuring cup. Eggs soon added to the platter as well, a loud noise soon interrupted him as he prepared himself to knead the dough.

    Vacuum screeching in the halls, the hyena let out a sigh. Alright, who's using the shark master six thousand this early? Attempting to tune out the noise, the chimera took out the ground beef. Adding a little bit of pepper as it simmered in the pan, he gazed a the calendar on the fridge for a brief moment.

    Date circled reading, Hase, Leah and Natalie return home for tomorrow, the chimera's thumbs twitched. They're returning home tomorrow? He thought they were coming back today! Oh, well, guess not. Dough soon further kneaded as the meat cooled for a moment, the dough had been cut into circular pieces.

    Beef and egg yolks dropped onto the pancake, the dough had soon been sealed. Skillet out and ready for action, the vegetable oil simmered for a moment. Please, let these pancakes be good, he worked so hard to make these on a time crunch. Everything soon golden brown, he set the table. Washing the pans, he gazed at the timer. It's eight o'clock, why is time flying so quick today?

    Vacuum monster coming to an end, the young adult hurried to make the tea. Man, there's hardly any time left. If he wanted to make it to the train on time to get to Florence, he needed to be out of here in about an hour. Why was the day going by so quickly? Maybe a time ghost was eating the hours up for breakfast. Yeah, that's it. Familiar footsteps kicking in, he dashed to pour the tea.

    "Ya know, I would have preferred coffee today, it's gonna be a long day," Varg said, yawning. "Pira and I are expanding Hase and Leah's room this afternoon."

    Disappointment coming his way, the food enthusiast could feel himself ready to bow a hundred apologies. He should have asked Varg and Pira what they wanted, why didn't he think to do that? Oh, well, too late for that now, he supposed. Reaching for his tablet, he scribbled away as fast as he could muster.

    [I'm sorry, Varg, I'm short on time today, I have to take the train to Florence to help out with some charity ball. So, I didn't have time to brew coffee.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Yer fine, I'll just order some, I guess," Varg said, yawning. He then paused. "Wait, yer goin' to Florence today? Ya sure ya wanna help them? I hear that th' employees often bag a portion of the donations fer themselves." He then bit into the meaty eggy pancake. "Aww, man this stuffed pancake tastin' good, what oil did ya use t' make it?"

    [It'll be fine, all the other members went on vacation, and it's not my business if the donations are stolen anyway.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [And, I used vegetable oil.]

    "Vegetable oil, huh?" Pira asked. "Glad it's being put to good use." He then folded his hand on the table for a moment. "How long do they need you for?"

    [About twelve hours today. I'll be back at around one the latest.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Twelve hours?" Pira asked, tone concerned. "Kiddo, try not to work yourself too hard." He then stood up from the chair. "Let me know when you have to leave, I'll drive you. I have to go to the hardware store soon."

    Returning to his room for a moment, the chimera browsed the web. Articles of stolen donations, the hyena heaved a sigh.

    ->

    Nine o'clock soon rolling around, the chimera gazed at the blog entry once again. Spam comments piling up, the questions had begun to pile themselves up. This anonymous blogger, just who were they anyway? And, why did they attract so much attention around themselves? Honestly, he didn't know, but whoever they might have been, they must have been quite important in this world. He would need to be careful if they were to ever meet.

    Farming gear ready to go, the young adult stared at flower seed prices. Wouldn't it be nice if he could grow some sunflowers in the house? If there was one thing he missed about America, it was the floral scenery he'd see pretty much everywhere. But, ah, no, the United Flop of America is definitely not getting credit for that!

    Heading for the garage, the wind roared for what felt like the thousandth time today. Man, it sure is blowing strong today, isn't it? What should he do? Surely, that greenhouse would be well protected. It was nothing to worry about, right? Perhaps not. Surely, it would be fine. Opening the car door, he swore his brother's eyes were glued right onto him.

    "You know, Siorc, you really should be telling the strangers that employ you to not work so many hours," Pira warned. "Is there really no one else that will be working on this charity ball?"

    Question coming his way, the chimera let out a barely audible sigh. Why is Pira so concerned over this? He sure was ten years older than him, that's for sure. And, besides, he worked in construction, didn't he? He always worked extremely long hours, and he never looked tired a day in his life. But, different bodies, different stamina. Tablet out in front of him, he scribbled away.

    [Pira, I'll be fine. I need all the extra work I can get.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [And, the person who e-mailed me said that all the stores that bake sweets are closed at the moment, so I'm the only one they could turn to. There's no need to worry.]

    "Is that so?" Pira asked, eyebrow rose. "Are you sure they're not lying to you? You know, Varg's right. I took a moment to look up that charity you're working for today, and they're not good news. What if they're exploiting you for free labor?"

    Further concerns coming his way, the hyena scrolled through his phone once more. Multiple articles going on and on about donations getting stolen, he shrugged. If that's what's going on, maybe all the horrible members are gone for the foreseeable future. Honestly, Pira worries too much. He's not a child anymore. But, he knew he couldn't say that. That would never get through to him.

    [I'm sure it will be fine.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled some more. [In any case, we should get going, they want me there early.]

    "Alright, kiddo, but if anything happens, text me, and I'll come over and deal with that leader personally," Pira responded, he then twisted the car key, engine starting.

    As the van sped off, the chimera could feel his phone vibrate up a storm in his pocket. Opening it up, he lowered his eyes into a squint. Unknown listed at the top beneath a prompt stating he had seven unread messages, a chill dropped down his spine. An unknown number leaving him messages? Why didn't it get sent straight to his spam folder? Curiosity eating him alive, he swiped the message.

    <Unknown>
    {Someone like you doesn't deserve all the attention, all the glory, the valedictorian.}

    <Unknown>
    {So, why did a monster like you get it?}

    <Unknown>
    {A monster like you shouldn't have ever been on that stage that day.}

    <Unknown>
    {So, why?}

    <Unknown>
    {Why?}

    <Unknown>
    {Tell me why, you silent little monster.}

    <Unknown>
    {How could someone like you get all the top scores, you cheat. You stupid little cheat.}


    Marking the messages as spam, the chimera shook his head. Who was this, and how did they get his number? Probably some jealous human who didn't study enough who wanted to be valedictorian, or something. Why can't people just move on with their lives? Honestly, it's all over and done with now. Why bother him about what's already come and passed?

    Opening up a brand new game, Magical Girl Fleura, Running Through the Floweralaxy, the chimera hit the gacha menu. Gazing a the currency amount needed to roll a unit, he let out a groan. Excuse him, what, ten thousands crystals for a ten roll? They've got to be kidding! Gacha games are taking greed a little too far. How was he supposed to gain that much before this banner went away? Honestly, who knows, who needs to pull for digital data anyway?

    Reaching the train station, the hyena bid Pira farewell. Ticket paid for, he seated himself towards the middle seat. This two hour ride to Florence had better be worth it. If this leader of this charity organization is a crook, he's telling them off to the authorities! But, ah, what good would that do? Further people seating themselves, a familiar face soon sat next to him, hips rubbing against one another.

    "Ah, sorry, sorry, didn't mean to sit so close to you!" a heavily accented voice said. "Oh, Siorc? Is that you?! Hey, it's been a long time! Remember me? It's Rys, we met in our first year in college!"

    Sitting next to him had been an orange haired cat girl with a rather strange looking shirt that had monkeys printed all over her. Locks going down to about her shoulders slightly wavy, he tried to remember. Oh, right, Rys, that girl who was dating that rat chimera, Krysi. He remembered. Didn't she transfer to a different college to pursue a veterinarian career? What's she doing around these parts?

    [It's been awhile. How are you doing? Did you ever open up that exotic pet clinic you were telling me about?] Slow sliding text across hit tablet asked.

    "Yeah, darling and I opened it up in Poland recently!" Rys cried. "Been taking care of snakes pretty often, meow." She accidentally purred as she said such. "Ah, but, I'm in town 'cause I'm inviting peeps to a camping trip in Poland over the weekend! You should come! We're gonna barbeque and everything!" She then lowered her voice into a whisper. "Okay, don't tell anyone this, but I heard there's some weird food ghost thing goin' around, so my girlfriend and cousins and her friend gonna try and lure it out and fight it. But, keep that a secret, meow." Her ears wiggled. "So, what do you say, you want to come?"

    Camping trip brought to his attention, the hyena looked into Rys' eyes. Was she serious right about now? It was definitely a bad idea to do that! What if the anonymous blogger heard of this? She's playing with fire here. But, maybe he should investigate this anyway. After all, he didn't have anything else planned this week. Why not? The weekend wasn't too far away. Maybe if he dealt with this issue, he'd get a little another bonus.

    [Sure, I'll come. Saturday isn't too far away.] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked. He then scribbled some more. [But, are you sure? You really shouldn't mess with these food ghosts, they're very dangerous.] But, such had been met with a tch immediately.

    "I'll be fine, I'll be fine!" Rys cried. "I'm good at martial arts, meow. If any hot dog attacks, I'll kick them in the buns!" Her tail wagged behind her as she said such. "So, I'll see you Saturday then, yeah?" She then whispered. "You should use the portal in the alleyway to get there faster. I kinda discovered while visiting my pals today."

    Gulping, the hyena turned towards the window. Should he really use that portal when he isn't taking that investigation job? Maybe he should turn that option down. Conversation continuing for quite awhile, he almost didn't hear the Florence station called. Hopping off, he bid Rys farewell. Plastering the directions to the home in the map, he almost did a triple take at where he landed.

    Creepy looking house he saw on the news once glaring daggers at him, he gulped. Wait a second, wasn't this that home that got called out for being a sacrifice cult who guised themselves as a charity? But, he shook his head. No, no, that's just a coincidence! Why would that be the same place? And, besides, that was ten years ago now! Surely, a new owner lived here.

    Knocking on the door, a man with a rather long beard soon waited for him with a weird look on his face. Eyes where they shouldn't have been, he gulped. Did he have the wrong house? Maybe he should go home. Man soon extending his hand, he could feel a shock drop down his spine. Was it just him, or did his palm look very sticky?

    "Well, well, well, I didn't expect you to look so young," the charity organization leader said. "Welcome, welcome, the greenhouse is that way. And make sure you wash the carrots you use for the carrot cake well and good, okay?"

    Finger pointing at the back door, the chimera nodded. Slapping on some gardening clothes, he swore the man's eyes were glued on him the whole way through. Why is he looking at him like that? Where is he looking? Forget it, he'll be out of sight out of mind while he's picking the vegetables out of the greenhouse anyway.

    Reaching the greenhouse, the hyena studied the carrots. Too much soil surrounding them, he shook his head. Did no one ever till the fields in this room? How horrible. It seems he's going to have to get to work. Veggies plopped into the basket, he reached for a rake. Time to get plowing! Hours going by as the soil had been tilled, his hands cramped a little.

    Picking the various other vegetables, the food enthusiast swore he could see eyes on him every which way. Was there someone hiding inside this place? Maybe there was. After all, that big cult had thousands of members, didn't it? Maybe some people still lived in this greenhouse or something. But, he shook head. No, stop using his imagination, he had work to do!

    Continuing to plow the over soiled fields, the chimera wiped his brow. Man, no one maintained this greenhouse at all, did they? Shame on this charity. They should definitely know better. But, he supposed since they all ran off to go on vacation, none of them cared, did they? They most certainly didn't.

    Everything picked and ready to go, the hyena strolled off to the kitchen. Carrot cakes, huh? Maybe he could make three or four for the guests. Vegetables washed and ready to go, he looked for a good recipe. Maybe he should make a few roasted, toasted ones, that sounded like fun. Instructions propped up and ready to go, he cracked his knuckles.

    Carrot cake plopped in the oven, the hyena wondered. Should he make a large tin of pasta? Maybe he should. The man was mumbling under his breath the cater cancelled. Might as well take matters into his own hands, right? Right, good idea, he definitely should do that. Hours spent on making chicken and pasta, he plopped them into an aluminum container. This will do for now.

    Carrot cakes toasty after a few hours, the chimera kept the momentum going. What else do they usually serve at charity balls? They usually have a serving table filled with food that you have to serve to the people, right? Maybe he should bake some fresh bread, too. Bread added to the list, everything was almost ready to go. Should he make some sugar free desserts, too? There were some nice sugar free brownie recipes he could try.

    Sugar free alternatives baked, the hyena gazed at his phone clock. Ah, it was seven o'clock already? Where did the hours ago? Come on, time ghost, stop eating the hours up. Leader of the charity coming in, he swore he could hear him mumble something really weird under his breath, but he tuned it out.

    "Man, sonny, you didn't need to make everything!" the leader of the charity organization cried. "I'm sure the cater would have still came!" His hand then rubbed something. "You're such a good boy, I ought to pay you all I got for this."

    Slimy palm on his rump, the chimera broke into a sweat. Haphazard apology coming out that he doesn't see very wells these days, the chimera turned his head towards the opposite direction. Right, this man is a seventy something, his eyesight isn't that great, he made a mistake. Don't say anything, don't say a word. Tablet out in front of him, he scribbled away.

    [Let's go to the venue.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Of course, of course, right away!" the leader of the charity said. "Sonny, can you drive?"

    [I can't sir, sorry.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "That's a shame, guess we gotta call a cab then!" the leader of the charity said, but he mumbled something weird under his breath.

    Cab called, the food shook in the hyena's bag. Eyes glued to him, he could feel alarm bells going off in his head. What if this is all a trap? This charity ball, what if it wasn't real to begin with? Maybe he should call Pira right now. But, he shook his head. It's fine, it'll be fine. Nothing's wrong here.

    Large crowd of young adults gathered at the ball with their mothers and fathers, the chimera closed his eyes. Something wasn't quite right here, was it? Man announcing that they exceeded a million dollars in donations this year, he stayed behind the catering counter. Food served aplenty, he could feel the fatigue flow on through as midnight approached. Extra time spent cleaning up the venue, those weird mumbles kept going from behind him.

    Returning home after what felt like all eternity, the young adult rolled up underneath his covers. Regret flowing through him, he stared at the ceiling. Maybe he shouldn't have taken that job after all. But, it was too late for regrets now, wasn't it? Closing his eyes, he could feel the dream world ready to eat him up for a late dinner.

    ->

    Saturday morning.

    Day passing by shopping for food Hase, Leah and Natalie wanted, Saturday snuck right up on him. Anonymous blogger posting a follow up entry saying the camping trip ghost incident had still not been resolved, the chimera commented he would go to the Poland camping site. Preparing himself to head for the portal, a ton of eyes were soon on him.

    "Hey, kiddo, you alright?" Pira asked. "You know, I saw that review on your HyreMe page. And, it's really strange. You really should report it."

    Opening up his phone, the chimera nearly gagged at the review staring at him on the HyreMe page. Salacious comments about his skirt plastered all over the most recent five star review, he closed out of the page. What is with some people? He could feel the regret flow through him even more. He shouldn't have taken on that carrot cake job. Shaking his head, he quickly made some fritters. Stepping towards the door, questions had raced his way.

    "Dear, you heading out?" Natalie asked. "Shouldn't you eat first?"

    [My friends invited me on a camping trip for the day, so I should leave now.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "A camping trip?" Leah asked. "You sure? I heard people have been getting attacked at those lately."

    "Well, maybe those ghosts are gone by now," Hase said. "Well, have fun, Siorc. We'll save you some leftover pizza when you come home."

    Nodding, the chimera headed for the alleyway. Stretching his legs, he prepared himself. Poland camping site, here he comes. Portal turning him into jelly, he closed his eyes. Ugh, why is this thing always so painful? Opening his eyes once more, a strange tattered camp soon awaited for him. Seeing a group of cat and rats off in the corner, he soon waved.

    "Hey, Siorc, glad you came!" Rys shouted. "This is my girlfriend, Krysi! You remember her, right?"

    "Hi," Krysi said, shaking. "Are we really going to summon a bonfire ghost?"

    "Yeppers, we'we gonna!" a shorter person said. She then cleared her throat. "Sorry, sorry, we're going to!"

    "That's right, bucko, stick to the plan!" another cat girl cried.

    "What plan?" a cat man asked.

    "You know, project bonfire?" another rat girl asked.

    Standing behind her girlfriend cowering had been a very short rat woman with short brown hair that went down to her chin. Quivering lip, she had been in a winter sweater for some reason. Huge teal eyes practically as big as her face, he stared at her cousin. Even shorter brown haired rat woman with a high ponytail and militaristic clothing, confusion painted the hyena a new shade of purple.

    Gazing at the cat girl next to her, a tall, young adult cat woman with red eyes and orange twin drills looked about ready to rip his head off. Bright green wings on the back of her and red dress with macarons decorating it, he did a double take at the person next to her. Tall blond cat man with shoulder length hair, green tips and cloud shaped sunglasses, he studied the final person. Tall rat girl with short hair going to about her chin, for some reason, she had metallic hands and feet. But, he knew he couldn't judge her appearance, that's rude.

    "Why are you wooking at Quido's prosthetics like dat?" the shorter rat woman asked. She then cleared her throat. "Sorry, looking. I'm Mysi, and this is my gal pal, Ulka."

    "Hey, sleepyhead, name's Ulka!" Ulka exclaimed, her wings flapped as she said such. "You ready to get loud?"

    "Heh heh, if we really summon a ghost, I'm take a lot of pics!" the cat man cried. "By the way, name's Wanta, welcome to Warsaw. Hope you don't mind being on camera." He then kissed at the camera. "Sup, ya'll, it's me, your fave cat man, Wanta, let's go camping together!"

    "I swear, I shouldn't have come here," Quido said, sighing. "Ugh, let's hurry up and start toasting some marshmallows. I'm sure this is all fake anyway."

    Chill in the air, the hyena's eyes had begun to wander. Should he really be doing this? Maybe he shouldn't have come out here to investigate the campfire ghost. Rys getting the sticks ready, he swore he could see something float in the air reading, roast marshmallows and die. Gulping, he could feel the sudden urge to get up and get out of here.

    Everyone handed sausages on a stick, the chill grew stronger. Hearing something roar up ahead as the wieners roasted, the hyena could feel himself ready to scream. No, this isn't a good idea, it's coming. Marshmallows plopped on sticks next, rocks had come flying one after another towards Rys. Turning towards the noise, he could hardly believe his eyes.

    Gigantic marshmallow with gigantic hands filled to the brim with large rocks, the food enthusiast's heart raced. Oh, no, why was it so big? Boulders tossed one after another, he watched as the minerals had crashed into Rys' cranium. Oh, the skies above, no, they're getting aggressive already, this isn't good, this isn't good at all.

    "Rys!" Krysi cried. "Rys, are you okay?"

    "Babe, the ghost, is it here?" Rys asked, words slurring. But as she said such, another boulder danced across her head.

    Flames adorning a face, the chimera jumped back. Oh, by the skies, not the bonfire, too, this is bad, this is really bad. Flames engulfing Krysi and Mysi almost immediately, the chimera dashed off towards a water fountain in the corner. No, he had to hurry and stop this before someone is cooked!

    "We shouldn't have agreed to dis!" Mysi cried. "My tail, my tail, it's on fiya! It's on fiya!"

    "Someone help!" Krysi cried, voice labored. "Please."

    "Burn marshmallows, and I'll burn you!" the marshmallow monster shouted.

    "This just in, fam, the marshmallow ghost is right in front of us!" Wanta shouted. "Say hi, ghostie!"

    "Hey, does it look like we have time to be streaming right now?!" Ulka cried. "Quido, hurry, conk its head with a boulder!"

    "Where?!" Quido cried.

    "The one it's throwing at you?!" Ulka cried. "Hurry, catch it!"

    Water secured, the chimera sprinted as fast as his legs could take him. Flames spreading, he quickly doused the flames. Krysi and Mysi's arms practically charcoal, he turned towards the marshmallow monster. This thing is going down, and they're going down right now! Huffing, a boulder trembled in his hand.

    "Now, throw it, hurry!" Ulka shouted. "Come on, let's do this!"

    Creature decimated with rocks aplenty, the hyena quickly dialed emergency services. Returning home in the evening, the events of today rushed through his eyes. Regrets flowing him, the hyena buried himself in his bed. He shouldn't have agreed to go on that camping trip, he definitely should have declined. Feeling himself doze off as the late evening hours took shape, one last thought poked him with a stick.

    Nothing is safe anymore, is it?

    Anywhere and everywhere could have a food ghost lying in wait.



    This one...didn't go as expected. Anyway, next week is the halfway mark. Things are really getting more dangerous now.
     
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    Dish 13: Mutant Peanut


    "To be honest, I feel like I
    Have bitten off more than
    I can chew.
    Some of these

    Food Ghost issues are getting
    Out of hand. Completely
    Out of hand. I
    Don't know how

    Much more
    Of this I can handle.
    Not much more, though.
    Should I quit?
    To be honest, I might
    End up taking a small break.
    Ruminating on

    It a little. I
    Should, but, I also
    Shouldn't. They might end
    Up targeting my family.
    Especially since Leah,

    Hase and Natalie
    Are back home now.
    Since they are, they are

    Going to be at risk.
    Of course, I'm
    Not going to
    Ever let that happen.

    Why would I?
    Of course I won't. I'll
    Remove all food threats
    Likely targeting them. I
    Don't know
    What might be targeting them,
    I'm honestly completely unsure, but I
    Don't want them to get hurt. Not
    Even a little, so

    I can't quit, can't
    Take a break.

    I have to make
    Sure they're protected. I

    Can't let my family be
    One big target
    No matter what, I
    Can't. I cherish
    Everyone except Deigr and Coiote. I'll
    Remove all threats. And,
    No, just because
    I am
    Not fond of my oldest sisters doesn't mean I want them to
    Get hurt.

    Sure, they're
    Horrible to me, but I
    Obviously don't want anything to happen to them.
    Ultimately, I just want the
    Likes of my family safe. I
    Don't want them

    Involved in

    The paranormal food investigations.
    And, I don't want them to ever
    Know about it. Not
    Ever, in a

    Million years.
    Okay, but, I think Pira might know. I'm
    Rather sure he's
    Either caught on or

    Just figured it
    Out immediately,
    But I can't tell him. He
    Shouldn't get involved. I have

    No intentions
    Of ever getting him involved.

    Pira already has an
    Especially high stress job as is. He's a
    Rather busy man. I
    Hardly want him have it
    Any worse. I
    Pretty much need to keep this a
    Secret.

    No one needs to know.
    Okay, well, Strix might,
    Though honestly, he

    Is nocturnal and barely
    Takes a stand

    In the daytime,
    So I doubt he'll

    Get involved.
    Eh, anyway,
    There's more pressing matters.
    There is something
    I'm concerned about.
    Natalie, Hase and Leah's diet.
    Get this, they

    Said they need to slim down. How
    Come? I
    Am concerned they're not eating enough. I'm
    Rather concerned they're doing some dangerous diet,
    You know?

    I want to say something, but I have
    No idea

    At all how to go about it. It'd
    Likely not go well, I am not sure. It's not
    Like they'll get

    Horribly mad if I inquire?
    Or maybe they will? I have
    No clue, but I'm
    Especially concerned they're
    Simply not getting enough nutrients. I fear
    They bought into the vegan propaganda.
    You know, hyena chimeras

    Don't have the stomachs to go vegan.
    Of course
    Not. And,
    That's why I am concerned. I

    Know that Deigr and Coiote talk to
    Natalie a lot and convince them
    Over and over again
    What's best for their

    Womanhood journey, and I
    Have half the thought they
    Are convincing
    Them and Leah alike

    That being skin and bones is womanly
    Of them. And, I

    Don't want that to stand.
    One thing is for sure, if I want that restaurant in Rome someday, caring is a must."


    That night, the hyena had a dream, a horrifying dream. Finding himself in the kitchen, a whispering had blown in his ear. Come on, Mr. Grownup, make some steak. Some big juicy steak. A nod, a confirmation, sure, what's there to lose? He'll make that steak, he'll make five of them. The fridge was opened, the steaks were out, a round pack of five.

    But, there was a visitor, a gigantic unwanted guest. The steakaphant in the room. Big, glowing eyes, a ton of screams. Stop killing their babies, tears, the little round boiling meat over the stove begging he stops. But, the cries continued. Mr. Grownup, don't listen. Please, don't listen. The steaks will be yummy, keep making them.

    Eyes glaring, meat crying, flames travelling up his clothes, the screams continuing. Cries for their father steak, protect them. Hands on his collar, body rammed against the stove, an irritable ringing noise. A loud gust of wind and pitter patters, pitter, patter, pitter patter, pitter, patter, pitter patter, ring, ring, ring.

    Alarm clock ringing up a storm, the chimera huffed a weak breath. What was that dream just now? Face burning, the food enthusiast buried his face in his pillow. Why can't these food ghosts at least leave him alone in his dreams? Campfire scene blazing through his mind once more, he lifted himself upward from the covers. He didn't have time to go back to sleep now. What did he have to do this morning? Oh, right, he needed to make Hase, Leah and Natalie a separate breakfast, how could he forget?

    Phone vibrating off the walls, the chimera let out a groan. Who's trying to spam him now? He swore, lately, every single morning, he would get a ton of notifications from an unknown person, when would they give up and realize he won't be answering no matter how hard they tried? Oh, well, they'll probably never get the memo. Gazing at his phone screen, a surprise notification awaited him.

    Brand new e-mail awaiting him with a rather ridiculously fancy sounding title, the hyena let out a tired sigh. Man, who is contacting his business e-mail sending absolutely ridiculously worded requests of him? He swears, people were trying to get his attention in the worst ways possible. Well, congratulations, it worked, he's opening up his mail application right now.

    Multiple e-mails titled, I'm a Nigerian Prince, and I am contacting you, Shirley, personally for your kind donation of thirty dollars, the chimera shook his head. Excuse him, who is this Shirley? Is Shirley in the room with him right now? Someone is definitely taking his e-mail address and submitting it to junk websites for the guffaws and giggles aren't they? Not happening. This digital garbage is getting sent to the trash bin where it belongs, goodbye.

    Many other messages demanding urgency about unpaid car loans, the chimera's cheeks heated up once more. He doesn't even have a car, who is using his name to send him this digital waste of space? He thought if he used a more professional client, stupid pointless annoying messages would a thing of the past. He guessed not. How aggravating.

    Reaching a message entitled, Leviathan Killer In Search of A Good Cook, the hyena placed his finger on his chin. A Leviathan killer? Where had he heard that phrase before? This had better be good. If this is another one of those shady spam e-mails, he's closing up shop for today! Highlighting the message, what awaited him soon created for questions than answers.

    -Leviathan Killer In Search Of A Good Cook-

    -I'm sure you've heard my name before from the Internet, and you'd better not take this e-mail lightly, Siorc Ingne. I am Liath, you might know me from those viral videos on the internet known as Leviathan Killer From Madrid. And, you guessed it, that's me. You should probably know why I am messaging you.

    Turns out, we aren't as good at cooking as we thought. But, we have heard the likes of you can pretty much make anything, which logically means you could also cook our game for us. So, we are asking you, self proclaimed valedictorian from that Chicago Culinary Arts College whatever you call it to come to our home and cook us a meal and help us hunt down a supernatural whale so we can use its meat for later.

    And, I know you're probably thinking, isn't hunting whales illegal? And, to that I say these are not normal whales, they are leviathans, sea beasts, and killing them for sport is legal. We would much appreciate it if you accept our job as well as temporarily taking control of a nut stall at the local Madrid Mall while my partner is away for whatever reason. You can deal with that. You say on your website you'll take on almost any job, and you'd better mean it.

    I'm sure you're thinking as you're reading this, you're thinking, there's no way killing whales and eating their meat is legal. And, that is where you're wrong. I have a game license, so don't worry about going to prison. I, and the rest of my family, are licensed to kill. So, have no fear, the law shall protect you.

    You may think I am giving you the choice to refuse, but sorry, that is not an option. This is not up for negotiation. We highly require your assistance. Besides, if you want to one day open that restaurant of yours to critical acclaim, you need to learn how to make exotic dishes from all around the world. That's right, I read up on everything on your entire website, impressed? This isn't an invitation, this is a request I will not allow you to refuse.

    Take the ferry and be here in Madrid by two in the afternoon today. And, you'd better pack your bags, because you'll be here for the next couple days or so. We're an adult scorpion chimera family of six, so you also need to be careful when our stingers are out. Better sign a waver. Our address is <redacted.> And, you will be taking the secret ferry off the Gulf of Venice. I have already told them your name, and rest assured, this ferry is so fast, you'll be in Madrid in the blink of an eye. We'll see you at two.

    Yours,
    Liath, the Leviathan Killer.-


    Open up the meetoob app, the chimera typed in the keywords the Leviathan Killer in the search bar. Seeing a rather extravagant video of some large, whale like creature getting killed by scorpion venom and various other terrifying maneuvers, the young adult's head spun. That's enough meetoob videos! Scrolling over to his bookmarks, he pressed the anonymous food blogger's page. Please, don't have anything about haunted whale meat and the consequences of hunting there.

    Blog entry entitled, You Have More To Worry About Than Nut Allergies Now, The Danger of Nuts Coming Alive, the hyena lowered his eyes into a squint. Is this blogger running out of things to talk about? Maybe they were. Eyes glued to the blog entry, he couldn't help but notice it seemed far more frantic than the usual entries.

    <You Have More To Worry About Than Nut Allergies Now, The Danger Of Nuts Coming Alive.>
    Anonymous.

    "It would seem the current campfire crisis has been taken care of, but I must warn you that this is not the end of the summer horrors we've come to know and despise. I have been hearing various rumors that there's more terrors awaiting in woods. Whatever you do, avoid camping right now at all costs.

    As it stands, we have more pressing matters on our hands now. I've been getting countless reports of people getting injured, and in the worst case scenario, some are getting killed by large peanut ghosts that are armed with bazookas and canons in the least likely of places, including their own homes. We cannot allow for there to be any more casualties. But, that's not all these nuts are capable of.

    It would seem that there has been a mutant supply reported everywhere across the globe but especially in the likes of Spain, Portugal, and Peru. I have been getting various reports that these mutant peanuts have killed victims who knew someone who has or has had a peanut allergy. So, while I despise saying this, I need people who are know people who are allergic to nuts to assist me on killing these monsters.

    If we do not act soon, these mutant peanuts will appear everywhere, including schools. And, if that were to occur, we would have a scandal on our hands. I will need a large team for this, but preferably people who know anyone in their lives with peanut allergies. I will need at least fifteen of you to respond to this message. You will be split into teams.

    And, to those not taking this seriously, don't even bother applying. I will not be picking you. I will be deciding the teams after about twelve hours after this blog post has gone live. And, to those who are allergic to nuts, it is best you do not apply, you will most likely die. I will not be responsible for deaths due to anaphylactic shock."


    Head spinning at the blog post laid out in front of him, the chimera wondered. Did he know anyone with nut allergies? No, he did not believe so. At least, not to his knowledge? Maybe it would be best to sit this one out. After all, he wasn't the target audience for this. Lifting himself up from his bed, an infernal knocking soon took him by surprise.

    Removing himself from his bed, the chimera's legs stumbled, for a moment. Was it just him, or was it a little hot inside today? Shaking his head, he twisted the knob. Leah standing by his doorside, he stared off into space. Oh, that's right, didn't Leah, Hase and Natalie ask for an early breakfast? Right, they're all interning at Natalie's store for college credits or something, how could he forget?

    "Hey, Siorc, good morning," Leah said, yawning. "So, we have to be out of here by eight, could you make our breakfast soon?"

    [Sure, I can do that. What do you three want for breakfast?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Three small fruit smoothies will do," Leah responded. "And, try to lay off adding any extra sugar, okay? Use stuff like avocados or raspberries."

    Fruit smoothie and nothing else, a wave of shock dropped down the college graduate's spine. Wait, that's it? Just a fruit smoothie? Is that really alright? Did someone try and convince Leah to go vegan or vegetarian or something? Deigr and Coiote, when he gets his hands on them, he swears they won't like the taste of fruit ever again! Scribbling away, his words almost melted together.

    [Are you sure that's all you want? Is that really enough food for you?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Our acting coach is telling us we need to lose some weight," Leah said, yawning. "Honestly, she told us if we don't shed some kilos, we probably won't ever get another good role again." She let out a sigh. "I miss your burgers, I really do, but. I can't have that stuff right now. So, just make a nice small smoothie for us three, okay?" She then turned around. "See you later."

    Sister almost wobbling, the chimera placed his hand on his chest. She needed to lose some kilos? But, she's already so thin. What is that acting college teaching Hase and she? But, he shook his head. No, it's best to not question what goes on there. It's probably normal there after all. Heading off towards his clothing drawers, he quickly removed the layers for the day.

    As the sprinkler above laid down its shower of doom, the chimera let out a tiny sigh. Did Hase and Leah really need to shed some kilos? Maybe Leah thinks the road to womanhood involves being as much of a stick as possible. That won't do. Should he make some toaster pastries on the side just in case?

    Dark circles underneath his eyes, the chimera reached for the concealer. There's no way he can look like death today in front of some famous meetoober. Hair pulled into two looped braids in the back, a fluffy golden shirt with a small rice bowl and a smiley face with chopsticks had text underneath it that read, washed rice is happy rice, a denim skirt fell below his knees. Matching rice hairpins and earrings soon taking the stage, his ears burned.

    Kitchen empty as a ghost town, the chimera gazed at the calendar in the corner of the room. Oh, Pira's busy for the next couple of days demolishing a house, right. He almost forgot about that. Going through the fridge, the food enthusiast reached for a mixing bowl. A fruit smoothie with avocados and raspberries, would that really have as little sugar as possible? Blender plugged in, he read the instructions.

    As the chimera mixed the water into the bowl, the hyena wondered. What kind of fruit smoothie would have the least amount of calories and sugar? Should he try to use plain yogurt as a base? Maybe that would be in his best interest. Putting plain greek yogurt into the mixing bowl, he dropped down the avocado, raspberries and chia seeds.

    Dropping the liquid mix into the blender, the chimera stared off into space. Should he really just make fruit smoothies? Maybe he should make something else. Maybe he could make some yogurt biscuits. Maybe take the cereal and turn it into some nice bars? But, he shook his head to such. No, he hardly has the time to be doing that, does he? Probably not.

    Letting the multi colored demon churn in the blender, the chimera scrolled through his phone. Reading up on articles involving breakfast for weight loss, he couldn't believe what he was reading. To slim down, skipping breakfast is an option to be considered? No, that won't do. Everyone in this house bar Strix is a working adult. Nutrients are necessary.

    Loud whizzing sound overtaking the room, the hyena shutdown the blender. Pouring the smoothies into three small glasses, he drummed his fingers on the table. Maybe there's still time, he can bake some cereal bars. There's no way these tiny glasses will be enough to satisfy them. Footsteps coming ever so closer, he huffed a weak breath. He needs to say something.

    "Morning, Siorc," Hase said yawning. "Oh, you made an avocado raspberry smoothie for us? Thanks. Our acting coaches keep telling us slim down a little lately." As she said such, she sipped away. "These avocados paired with the greek yogurt is absolutely amazing. What's your secret?"

    "Dear, this tastes great," Natalie said between sips. "Who would have thought using avocados as a base would make such a wonderful smoothie?"

    But, as everyone sipped their smoothies, the chimera couldn't help but notice. Leah only consuming about half, a wave of concern flew through him into the bird's nest. Is that all she's having? Should he have given her a tinier glass? Fingers twitching as he scribbled away, he could feel everything ready to burn.

    [Are you sure you three don't want something else?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked. [I could make some sugar free cereal bars with the fiber-es.] But, such had been met with immediate rejection.

    "No, Siorc, we're fine," Hase said, shaking her head.

    "Yeah, our coach really wants us to lay off," Leah said. Her face grew dark as she said such. "And, besides, she told me if I keep this up, I'll look like a man again, and I can't risk it!"

    "Dear, don't worry too much about us," Natalie said. "Thank you for the smoothie, we'll see you later."

    Sisters leaving, the hyena buried his head on the table.

    This isn't good.

    ->

    A little later.

    Returning to his room for a short period after cleaning the blender, the hyena stared at the unanswered e-mail. Should he just reply with he doesn't think he should cook whale meat? Was that really a healthy dish he should be considering making? Maybe he should turn down this job. How was he supposed to cook whale?

    Shaking his head, the chimera replied with a thumbs up emoticon. It's not like he's getting a choice, is he? Probably not. Gazing at the time, he laid on his bed. Just four hours until he has to be out of here. Liath leaving a follow up message saying the secret ferry will get him to Madrid in two hours, his cheeks grew hotter. Is that really the case? What a strange place.

    Nine o'clock soon rolling over, the hyena removed himself from his bed. He should probably make Varg something to eat. He was probably hungry by now, right? Closing his room behind him, he strutted towards his office. But, he could soon hear loud ramblings ready to bounce off the walls. Ah, he's in a meeting with his boss right now, should he wait? Standing by the crack of the door, his eardrums were ready to fall off.

    "Boss, A'm telling ya that this author's givin' me a hard time!" Varg shouted into the phone. "She keeps telling me, 'that's no good, that's not how this sentence went in Japanese!,' Can ya please give me an extension? Ain't no way I'm going to be able to satisfy her with the translation of the first thirty pages in time." He then sighed. "Whaddya mean you ain't able to give me any more extensions? She's been tellin' me to scrap th' whole thing, and start over!" He then let out a sigh. "Could ya hold on fer a sec? My brother's at th' door." He then groaned. "I told ya he ain't a little silent chef. Give me a sec, I'll be right back."

    Varg plopping his phone on the table, his eyes soon studied him from afar. Ah, why's he looking at him like that? Right, he's not supposed to disturb him while he's working in his office, how could he forget? He needed to give out a thousand apologies for this. Fingers trembling, he knew he needed to say it.

    [Sorry, am I bothering you?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Yer fine, don't worry 'bout it," Varg responded arms across his waist. "Somethin' wrong with you? Yer cheeks are red. There's a heat wave goin' on, ya know."

    [I'm fine, don't worry about me. It's just that Leah and Hase said they need to slim down, according to their acting coaches, that's all.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Ah, yer worried 'bout that?" Varg asked, hand behind his head. "I understand yer concern, but I'm sure you'll find somethin' with low calories they'll 'njoy." He then let out a sigh. "Are ya really okay? Yer shaking. Yer gonna worry Pira if ya came down with somethin' and didn't say nothin' bout it."

    Varg's eyes glued to him, the hyena broke into a sweat. Why did he have to bring Pira into this? He's busy demolishing buildings right now. It's just the heat, and besides, he's an adult, he can take care of himself. And, besides, didn't Varg have a meeting to get to? Ah, no, forget that, he couldn't say all that.

    [Varg, really, I'm fine. It's just the heat. I have to go Madrid in a few hours.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled some more. [And, I won't be back until the day after tomorrow. So, I'm going to make some meals for you two to heat up while I'm gone.] His fingers shook as he continued. [What do you want for breakfast?]

    "Madrid? Ya sure? Yer really not lookin' good, ya know," Varg said, arms across his waist. "And, I dunno, I really gotta work on dis translation for this Russian translation of some Japanese novel. Might not have time to eat nothin' this morning."

    Varg declining, concern painted the hyena's face a new shade of purple. Is Varg partaking in the diet culture as well? No, that won't do. Maybe he'll be able to focus better on translating if he eats a little something. Right, he really needs to convince him that's the way to go. Why is everyone so eager to skip breakfast today?

    [Don't you think you'll be able to focus better if you have something to eat? You're not going on a diet, too, are you?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "No, 'course I ain't," Varg said. "I dunno, I'll have some French Toast loaded with bacon if that's cool with ya." He then groaned. "Boss is textin' me to get back on th' phone. Sorry, I gotta take this."

    Returning to the kitchen, the hyena quickly looked for a loaded French Toast recipe. Spending the next hour or so preparing all he can, the chimera could feel the heat from the window ready to bake him into a pie. Why was it boiling today? Toasted breakfast ready to go, he groaned as he read the second response e-mail.

    Leviathan Killer Liath telling him it's not that hard to cook whale, his eyebrow twitched. Uh, excuse him, it's not that difficult to cook whale meat? This is exotic meat they're talking about! Well, oh well, he'll try his best find a good way to bake their game, whatever it is they're forcing him to cook.

    Leaving the loaded French Toast beside Varg's desk, he stepped out in silence. He swore, his brother was always getting scolded over the phone by his boss when translating from one language character set to another. Some people just wanted everything to be exact, didn't they? Scribbling lazy doodles on his tablet until noon rolled around, the chimera packed his bags.

    Reaching the secret ferry hidden deep within Venice's port, the hyena could not help but feel nervous as the strange looking helmsman glared daggers at him. Asking him if he's part of Leviathan Killer's crew, the chimera nodded. What is this scorpion chimera, some kind of secret pirate? Boat going faster than a spaceship leaving the atmosphere, the chimera's heart leapt out of his chest.

    Reaching Barcelona faster than his eyes could keep up with, the chimera broke into a sweat. Did this thing cross time? Clock reading numbers reading thirteen colon zero zero, he shook his head. No, it was just going so fast, time went speeding with it, that's all. Man coming out with him, he whispered in his ear soon after.

    "Close yer eyes for a sec, kay?" the helmsman asked.

    Closing his eyes, the chimera nearly did a double take at what came next. Uh, what, hold on a second, is this? It's that blue portal again. This man, how did he know about these things? Had there been more people in this world who knew about these things? He supposed so. Whispers that it'll take him to Madrid in a poof, he gulped. Please be right. If he's late, it's game over.

    Body turning to jelly as the vortex pulled him downward, the chimera held in the urge to scream. Ah, no, this portal, why is it burning so badly? Something is not right, something is not right at all. Pushed out, a large bustling cityscape awaited him. So, this is Madrid, is it? His Spanish had gotten quite rusty. Will he be able to communicate with the family correctly?

    Reaching a rather tiny home out in the middle of nowhere, the chimera reread the address. Is this really where Liath the Leviathan Killer lived? This house seems a lot smaller than it looks on the outside. Maybe he got the wrong house. Wasn't Liath really famous? Maybe they weren't nearly as famous as he once imagined. Knocking on the door, he let out a gulp. Please, be the right house.

    "Huh? Who are you?" A person asked in a suspicious tone.

    "Mink, it's the guy Liath hired to cook its game?" a second voice asked.

    "Oh, right," the one named Mink said. They then bent the door back. "Hi, there. Nice to meet you, we're Mink and Niquel. And, please, don't freak out, okay? We can't help that we're like this."

    Observing the person in front of him, the hyena placed his finger on his chin. Standing short by the door had been a group of young women with two heads on one body. Right head adorning a rather short grey haircut with a small ribbon and yellow lizard eyes, the head on the left had silver hair with a bun. White dress with a large scorpion tail behind it, they adorned one arm and one leg apiece. Blank expression on his face, he waved. Right, nothing out of the ordinary here.

    [Hello, my name is Siorc, I'll be cooking your game for today.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [Where's the rest of your family?]

    "They're in the kitchen," Mink said, she then sighed. "Niquel, I told you to make our tail go away, didn't I!?"

    "Oh, right, sorry," Niquel responded. "Mmm, yeah, everyone else is probably in the kitchen. They're probably hungry right 'bout now. Um, make sure you put a lot of salt on the game, kay?"

    Strutting towards the kitchen, the young adult studied the party of four in the corner. Standing by the kitchen counter looking impatient as ever had been a short androgynous individual with short indigo hair pulled into extremely tiny lighting shaped twintails that barely went below its ears. Geared up in hunting gear, he couldn't help but notice something. Its right arm, it had been completely skeletal. Was that scorpion chimera thing? Young girl with greying hair and indigo pigtails next to him, he shook his head. No, probably not a scorpion chimera thing.

    Standing by the counter scrubbing it aplenty had been a short feminine appearing individual with greying hair with loops on the side. Legs metallic, he couldn't help but notice their scorpion tail had scars all over it. Young feminine appearing person with dark blue bangs the color of outer space nearly drooling on the table, he waved for a moment. His clients today sure went through something tough, didn't they?

    "Lina, he's here," Mink said. "Say hi."

    "Yeah, Lina, say hi," Niquel said.

    "Quit calling me Lina," Liath groaned. "You're early. That means you'll be able to finish cooking my game before the tide dies. Hurry up and wash up and start tending the meat."

    "Hello, I'm Gris, Li's cameragirl and loving, adoring little sister," Gris said. "Please, make sure to salt the meat a ton, okay?"

    "Argenta," said, sighing. "I highly doubt you'll make good game at all."

    "Um, I think he can do it!" the drooling one cried. "Hi, I'm Plata. I'm hungry."

    [Nice to meet you all. I'll try my best to make your whale roast for you.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [Is there any side dishes you want alongside it?]

    "You can make the squid rice," Liath said, tone dull. "And, make sure the ink is used as flavoring."

    [Alright, I'll try to have it done in three hours.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "You'd better," Liath said. "They're saying the big one is coming today. And, if the roast is even two minutes late, it'll get away."

    "Come on, Li, I'm sure it won't get away that fast!" Gris shouted. "Please, take your time, okay?"

    "No, Gris, he needs to make sure our game is finished three hours on the dot," Liath said, tone dull. "Why don't you get that?"

    "Then, I'll help him with the glaze and stuff!" Gris shouted.

    "No, you'll just ruin it, forget it," Liath said, tone dull.

    "You heard it, Gris, don't touch it," Argenta said.

    "Can we help with dessert at least?" Plata asked.

    "No," Liath said. "That's a waste of time." It then dragged Siorc towards the cutting board. "Hurry up and do your thing. We'll be polishing our harpoons."

    Everyone exiting the room, the chimera's eyes wandered. Raw lump of large meat glaring daggers at him, he reached for his phone. Whale meat instructions, whale meat instructions. Search overview discouraging him, whaling is illegal, he booted up a different search engine. Instructions ready to go, he reached for the glaze.

    Spices highly encouraged to be parsley and sage, the hyena's eyes wandered. Why those two? Sprinkling it all down, his eyes wandered. Did he put down too much? If this isn't perfect, Liath will have his head. Oven instructions telling him to put it in the rotisserie, his cheeks grew hot. Should he really be doing that?

    Placing the foreign meat creature into the rotisserie, the chimera set the timer to two hours and forty five minutes. Beast turning up a storm in the convection oven, he let out a sigh. How he wished his home had an air fryer or convection oven. But, alas, he didn't have one of those.

    Squid rice cooked and ready to go as the hour mark disappeared, the chimera sighed. This is going to taste so terrible, isn't it? It most certainly is. Further demands coming his way to make coffee to go along with it, his eyebrows twitched. Okay, alright, he heard it loud and clear, coffee coming right up.

    Adding salt to the roast as it had been removed from the rotisserie, the hyena divided the meat between the party of six. Millions of questions coming his way if he was going to have some, the chimera declined. No, thanks, he's good. No game meat for him. Could his chimera stomach even handle it? Eyes glued to him, Liath soon stood up from its chair.

    "It's time to hunt, let's go," Liath said. It then walked towards Siorc. "You're helping."

    Harpoon handed to him, the young adult broke into a sweat. Uh, what? Him? Harpoon a whale? No, he's good, hire someone else for that, please! Liath saying if he doesn't it won't pay him, the weapon of death clutched in his hand. Oh, great, he'd better strike this thing good. Reaching the beach, something horrifying awaited.

    Bright red sea monster that looked like a whale flopping around in the water in a ferocious manner, the food enthusiast's eyes wandered. This is the thing they all had to kill for game? Why is this thing so massive? There's no way that he's going to be able to get rid of this monster! Count him out!

    Gris setting the camera down, the hyena watched as Liath talked deadpan to the audience. Scorpion chimera demanding he show himself live on chimera, the hyena's knees buckled. What? No way! Consider himself camera shy because that is not happening in a million years! Pushed in front, he sighed. He's not being given a choice, is he?

    Everyone harpooning the whale thing, the chimera closed his eyes. Oh, skies above, did they have to be so violent? Blood pouring down, demands had come his way to toss the harpoon, or he can kiss his payment goodbye. Shaking, he gazed at the eye. Maybe he should aim for that? Tossing it, the screams curdled deep.

    Raw leviathan meat plopped in a plastic baggy, the young adult nearly gagged. How in the world is this legal? It's definitely not, is it? Carcass discarded of with a sting of poison, the party of seven returned home. Game meat cooked for a second round, the chimera could feel acid well up in his throat as he dozed off for the evening.

    Don't make him ever do this again, please.

    ->

    The next day.

    Reminders coming his way that he will be going the Madrid Mall to fill in at the nut stall today, the hyena gazed over at the anonymous blogger's page. Small update speaking about how the case of the mutant peanuts hadn't yet been solved, the hyena wondered. Did anyone in this family have peanut allergies? If any single one of them did, it's game over!

    "What's wrong, Sio?" Gris asked, tone concerned. "Sorry, hope it's fine I call you that!"

    [Nothing. I was just wondering if any of you have nut allergies since I'm filling in for Liath's partner at the nut stall in the mall.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Oh, I see," Gris said, voice trailing. "I don't know, I don't. But, you'll probably have to ask everyone yourself. Why? We'll be fine if you touch nuts! If any of us are allergic, we won't go into shock or anything if you've been near a peanut."

    [So, you're not allergic?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Not as far as I know," Gris responded. "I guess you should ask before Argenta drives you to the mall, though. They're in their room editing Li's videos right now for its next upload."

    Moving towards Argenta's room, they had been typing away at their keyboard at lightning speed. Hearing them say delete, delete, delete over and over again, he broke into a sweat. Uh, who are they deleting? What are they removing? Should he see himself out? Maybe he should. He'll call a cab and get there himself, excuse him.

    "Argenta, you're scaring the guest," Plata said.

    "Sorry, I was getting a little too into my editing there," Argenta said, turning towards the door. "What is it? I'll take you to the mall when I'm finished editing out all the dead air and other things meetoobe doesn't like showing in videos."

    [I was just wondering if either of you are allergic to peanuts.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "I am," Argenta said. "Why? I'm not going to die if you bring home a nutty ice cream leftover if I'm near it, don't worry. Just don't share it with me or Mink, and I'll be fine?"

    [Mink's allergic, too?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Yes, fae's allergic, too," Argenta said, sighing. "So, by extension, so is Niquel. "But, she'll be fine, and so will I." She then whispered delete under her breath again. But, such had soon been cut off.

    "Hurry up and take him to the mall already," Liath said. It then rolled its eyes at the computer screen as it walked into the room. "I told you to stop using over the top transitions to censor the gore, I'm losing followers over it."

    "But, you said meetoob gave you a strike for having gore for too long on screen," Argenta said. "But, fine, I'll take him to the mall. Does he really have to fill in for your partner?"

    "He does," Liath said, sighing. "They told me they want someone with slight fame to man the fort today."

    "Fine, I'll take him now," Argenta said, sighing. "Mink, Niquel, let's go, we're heading for the mall." She then turned her attention towards Liath. "Don't go into the recycling bin and restore the gratuitous gore I trimmed down while I'm gone, alright?"

    "No promises." It sat in their gaming chair as it said such.

    Rather strange low to the ground vehicle soon stepped into, the hyena hugged his knees as Mink and Niquel's shared scorpion tail inching towards him. Gazing at the Madrid view as they drove forward, the hyena let out a sigh. How he wished he could come to Spain more often. But, that wasn't going to happen, was it?

    Reaching a rather beat down mall, a chill dropped down the chimera's spine. Man, this place, it looked so dead, what's going on? Maybe he should back out right now before it's too late. It's not like he has to finish this job, right? Argenta calling out to him to tell him they're here, Mink and Niquel's heads wandered towards him.

    "What's wrong, are you scared?" Mink asked, fae's finger wiggled as fae said such. "This mall isn't haunted, or anything, don't be afraid."

    "Actually, it might be," Niquel said, hand on chin.

    "Niquel, don't say that!" Mink cried. "Now you probably scared him half to death!"

    Argenta handing him Liath's partner's uniform, the hyena's face grew hot. This little apron is way too big on him! How is he going to serve nuts to people in this? Maybe he can fold it at the waist. Doing so, instructions had come his way on how to get to the nut stall. But, as he walked there, the chill in the air grew stronger.

    Reaching the little hut in the middle of the mall, a large sign with a smiling peanut ready to fall off onto a suspecting victim, the hyena gulped. Please, can this day just end already? Manager walking by with dark circles under their eyes the fear was ready to eat him alive at any given moment.

    "You feel it too, I see," the manager said. "Well, if something attacks, you're on your own, since I'm leaving. Here's your pay for helping out for the day, see ya."

    Manager leaving him high and dry, the chimera's heart had begun to leap. Oh no, oh no, how could they leave him high and dry like this? Please, come back! There's no way he can do this alone! Long line soon forming instantly, the hyena gazed down at the food tins. Nutty desserts here, nutty desserts there, nutty desserts everywhere. Please, no one ask for a banana peanut boat, he's begging.

    But, his hopes were soon dashed, in an instant. Everyone in the crowd demanding a banana peanut boat, the hyena could feel everything ready to fall apart. Oh, no, please don't order that! Everything growing chillier by the second as the hour long line winded downward, he could feel some cold and metallic seated underneath his chin.

    "Mister, aren't you going to deal with that weird guy in the peanut costume?" a customer asked. She then sniffed and let out a pew. "Ugh, what's that rotten stench?!"

    "Wait, I heard about this," a second customer said. "Didn't you hear the rumor about those mutant peanut monsters who shoot people that know someone with peanut allergies?"

    "Oh, yeah, I like, totally heard about that," the girl said filing her nails on the line. "That's totes not my problem." She then banged the table. "Hey, you, could you hurry up and give us our peanut banana boats already?"

    Bam.

    Bam.

    Bam.

    Girls waiting on line full of bullet holes, the chimera's body shook like a leaf. Oh, no, how could this happen? Girls taking selfies with their free hand, the bullets continued, closing his eyes, he turned towards the peanut. By the skies, no, it had two bazookas? More people are going to get hit! He had to do something now.

    "Your sister has peanut allergiiiiiiiiiiiiies! How dare she stay awaaaaaaaaay from me!" the mutant peanut cried.

    Bam.

    Bam.

    Bam.

    Bam.

    "Like, ow," girl one said.

    "Super damage," another girl said as she fell.

    Monster peanut coming towards him, the young adult reached for the sharpest knife in the container. Where should he aim? Where should he go? He didn't know. Should he aim for the torso? That'll do. Further people taken out of the picture, he swore he could hear cops coming running. He had to hurry and get rid of this thing before everything gets worse.

    "No one should be allergic to meeeeeeeeeee!" the mutant peanut shouted.

    Boom.

    Boom.

    Boom.

    Studying the arms, the chimera knew. The side of the shell, that was it, peeling it with the knife was the way to go! Leaping upward, the young adult let out a battle cry. So long, stupid mutant peanut, farewell, they're not going to responsible for any more bloodbaths today! shell peeling off, nuts dropped onto the floor.

    Injured people aplenty carried away, the chimera's cheeks burned. Head spinning, he could hardly focus on the rest of the day. Why did the manager have to leave? They knew this was going to happen, didn't they? Of course they did. Manager returning as closing time rolled around, an extra envelope had been handed to him.

    "I heard from the cops you killed that mutant peanut, so here, have a little extra," the manager said. "Thanks for helping out. I'll leave you a good review on your Hyre Me Page."

    Returning to the scorpion chimera's home, everything felt fuzzy. Why? Why did there have to be a food monster here? Why can't anything just go his way for a change? Liath handing him an envelope and demanding he shout it out on his social media pages, the hyena nodded. He supposed that was least he could do.

    Taking the boat back home, everything had begun to pulsate. These food ghosts, they're starting to harm more people on a greater scale. Should he tell the anonymous blogger the stakes are getting much higher? But, he shook his head. No, they probably already know about that, don't they?

    World spinning as he walked across the sidewalk towards his abode, the hyena dropped backwards. Why is everything moving so fast? Ah, no, he can't keep his eyes open anymore. So long, world, goodnight. Don't let a mutant peanut monster devour him in his sleep. Everything going dark, nothingness hugged him.

    Finding himself in his bed when he woke up next, the chimera rubbed his eyes. How did he get here? Wasn't he in Madrid? Ah, no, he left already. Varg's eyes on him, he turned his head away. He disturbed him while he was busy working on that translation, didn't he? He absolutely, positively had to apologize.

    "Yer awake, ya know, ya really shouldn't have gone to Madrid. Yer not really good at hidin' stuff, ya know that? If Pira were here, he'd say the same," Varg said in a lulled voice. "Our neighbor found ya unconscious on the sidewalk. I dunno what yer doin' there, but I read that review yer client left. Don't ya think yer pushing yerself too hard?" He then sighed, reaching for his brother's hand. "Don't take on jobs that are gonna stress ya out too much, aight?" He then stepped away. "I'mma let you rest for today. Holler if ya need anythin'."

    Door closing, the chimera rolled onto the opposite side of his bed. Maybe Varg was right, maybe he should have refused this job. But, he shook his head. No, if he had done that, he would have gotten a bad review, for sure. Closing his eyes, he could feel the world of sleep ready to take him away for the day.

    He needs to reconsider certain types of jobs to take on.



    This didn't go as planned at all, oh boy. Next week is the turning point of horror kitchen... man.
     
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    Dish 14: Haunted Food Truck Rally


    "I wonder if Varg and Pira
    Might be aware now of the

    Supernatural food I have been investigating. I
    Can't quite say for certain,
    Although, I feel like it's possible. I
    Remember at least they're aware of the phenomenon?
    Eh, in any case, I still
    Don't want them

    To find out.
    Even still, they're both onto me. I'd
    Rather they never find out, I'd
    Rather keep them all
    In the dark about all this. I
    Feel like
    It's for the best
    Everyone didn't know. I
    Don't want anything to

    Ever befall my family. I'm
    Very certain
    Everyone is going to get targeted. I do
    Not want that.

    I don't want that at all.

    That would be
    Horrible. So
    Incredibly horrible. It must
    Never happen. I don't
    Know what to do if

    They do figure it out, I'll
    Have to deny
    Involvement, but it's
    Not like I can keep hiding it forever. I'm
    Going out on a limb here that
    Strix is fully

    Aware. I don't want him to get involved. Eh, well,
    Recently, I feel like
    Everything is inching

    Towards the deadly.
    As I was lying in bed yesterday, I saw the recent entry, I
    Know I should have kept my mind off
    It and slept, but I just couldn't.
    Now that anonymous food blogger seems to be
    Getting extremely

    Anxious. I don't blame

    Them, people are dying.
    Unless something is done, that death toll will
    Rapidly increase. I
    Need to do something, but I

    Feel Varg and Pira will be
    On guard after what happened
    Recently. Yesterday,

    The neighbor and
    Her kids came by and made me an
    Edamame quinoa bowl. I

    Don't know how I can
    Ever repay them. Even though her kids are
    Annoying and always splashing around, I
    Don't want anything to happen to them either. But, it
    Looks like the food ghosts are getting more aggressive. I have
    Yet to come to a conclusion,

    So, I don't
    Have any idea
    Of how to end
    Up stopping this for good. But, it
    Looks like things won't be easy. I
    Don't think

    I'll ever be free of the plague.

    Let alone, this
    Endless sea of monsters. In
    Any case, it's a new day, I'm
    Very certain there will be a new
    Entry today

    About some sort of dangerous food

    Monster? But, I don't
    Even know at the moment.
    Since it's pretty unpredictable lately.
    So, yesterday's entry involved,
    Ah, um, I believe the danger of
    Guacamole and dips at a party.
    Eh, something about the bowls

    Of doom being able to poison themselves. I
    Feel like it's a good thing I

    Couldn't go yesterday.
    Okay, well it's
    Not. I should have gone, but I
    Couldn't. I had watchful
    Eyes on me. I should have
    Reminded myself that'd happen.
    Not like it matters.

    Now, with this little setback, I have
    One goal.

    I have to convince Leah, Hase and Natalie
    To eat more than smoothies.

    What should I make them instead?
    Oh, I don't know,
    Ugh. They're going to harm themselves if they
    Lose too much weight. I
    Don't know why Natalie

    Decided to diet, too. Isn't the
    Older sister supposed to set an example?

    Not sure what to do. But,
    One thing is for sure, I have to

    Get them to eat something. If I want a restaurant in Rome someday. I need to satisfy every single
    One of my customers.
    Of course, I
    Doubt I can please everyone, but I

    Will get them to eat.
    Okay, so maybe I can,
    Uh, try a bacon tossed salad. A
    Little meat will
    Do, right?

    I can't let
    Them go down this

    Especially dangerous path. I
    Have to take action."


    Phone ringing off the walls, the chimera buried his head beneath his covers. Ugh, what time is it? Reaching for his phone, he covered his hands with his face. Excuse him, it's five in the morning? Who calls this early? Turning towards the wall, he let out a yawn. It's probably Varg's boss. Wasn't he still working on that translation? Ah, he did not know, yesterday is all a blur.

    Closing his eyes for a moment longer, he let out another yawn. Whoever was calling this early, why couldn't they just call Varg's cellphone? Disturbance continuing for minutes on end, returning to the sleep world was cancelled before it could even begin. Ah, forget it, the world has become way too loud. There is no point in trying to catch more zzes anymore. Voice picking up, tuning everything out fell flat.

    "Excuse me, do ya know what time it is? It is five in th' mornin'. Who are ya an' why are ya calling this early?" Varg asked groaning. "Ma'am, ya gotta slow down, I ain't understandin' you. Quit talkin' so fast, aight? Please, could ya repeat what ya just said?" There was an annoyed tone in his voice. "You wanna talk to my brother? Ma'am, listen, I dunno 'bout that. He's probably sleepin', an' he ain't in good shape right now. What could ya possibly want from him?" There was a rather long pause after he asked such. "Ya really need t' talk t' him? An' why can't ya just call back later?" There was a long pause between this question an' the next. "An emergency, ya say? Well, if ya say it's urgent, I'll try an' wake him, but just so ya know, I gotta right to say no if what yer 'bout to ask him is dangerous."

    Opening up the text to speech application upon his phone, the chimera's shoulders grew stiff. An emergency this early in the morning? Who's in trouble? Maybe one of his friends in college bought an air fryer and it turned out to be evil, or something. If that turned out to be the case, he supposed he could lend a hand. It's not like he had anything planned for today. Spiky boots coming towards the door, he seated himself crisscross above the covers.

    "Yer already awake? I guess ya know th' drill by now," Varg said, sighing. "But, lemme ask ya before I unmute th' line. Do ya wanna talk to this lady? I dun't really buy her urgency."

    [If she's really having an emergency and needs my help, I think I should talk to her.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [Please put her on speaker.]

    "Aight, I'll put her on speaker. But, just so ya know, I'm declinin' if I think this is fishy," Varg said, pressing a button. "He's awake, ma'am. What's dis emergency yer talkin' about?"

    <Hello, there, my kids told me about you. Your name is Siorc, right? My daughters found you on the Internet. You take odd jobs for hire, is that right?> The voice on the other end asked. There was something a little strange about her emphasis on the word Internet.

    Stranger putting heavy emphasis on a multitude of words, the chimera placed his hand on his chin. A mother with daughters, huh? Why did he get this sinking feeling this girls of hers were heavily involved with the net? Typing out a message, the words, that's right, my name is Siorc. And, my brother said you have an emergency? Robotic voice playing out, he continued to type away. Voice playing out, depending on the state of your emergency, I might have to decline, so please state clearly what you need from me, he let out a yawn. Ugh, it's too early for this.

    <I promise you that it's not that dangerous of a job, but it is pretty dire. You see, my daughters are candy influencers and go around the world during their summer vacation trying out all the sweets they possibly can. But, recently, they discovered that there's some strange phenomenon of possessed gumball machines across the globe that contain poisonous candy. And, I don't want my daughters to investigate this.> The voice on the other end said. She then paused before continuing. <I feel like if you and I deal with that together, it will keep my girls out of danger. I really don't want anything to happen to them. They're going to be seventeen in a couple weeks.>

    Woman on the other end sounding quite lost, the hyena stared off into space. Had she asked various other people about this and failed? He supposed he understood that. This sounded like quite the big ask, if he was being honest. A possessed gumball machine? Was she telling the truth? Maybe it was possible she was making this up, but was there any way to prove it?

    Fingers on the digital keyboard, the hyena typed away. Robotic voice playing out, I would like to ask you a few questions before I can give you an answer, if that's alright, he tapped the period. Staring off into space, he could feel something ready to eat him away. Maybe this could all be a lie. He needed to be very careful.

    <That is fine, ask away.> The voice on the other end said.

    Typing away, the question, so they're possessed gumball machines. But, I feel like you have more that you want out of me. Please tell me where your daughters have spotted them, if that's alright, played out in a robotic voice. Words echoing a bit, a chill dropped down the hyena's spine. Maybe he's asking too much.

    <Oh, no problem, fine by me. So, the possessed gumball machines are all around from Italy to the United Kingdom, and if you'd be so kind, I'd like you to join us on a road trip to eliminate them. It really is dire. If something isn't done soon, my daughters think they'll start to make their moves and might poison their entire class.> The voice on the other end said.

    Word poison coming his way once again, the hyena's knees buckled. Should he really accept this mission? It sounded dangerous. But, a road trip from Italy to the United Kingdom, that sounded quite thrilling. And besides, if it meant people were less likely to be poisoned, maybe he should take this job. But, surely, there had to be a catch. Would he have to pay for gas? Did he have to cook on live camera for her daughter's Metoobe channel? He supposed, if that were the case, it would be best to accept.

    "Hold on a sec, ma'am, I'mma mute ya," Varg said, pressing a button. "Siorc, are ya really sure ya wanna take a job like this? Yer still not lookin' so good, ya know."

    Concern coming his way, the chimera shrugged. Surely, it would be fine. And, besides, he slept all day yesterday. He definitely didn't need anymore for the time being. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? It's just a bunch of possessed gumball machines. Tablet out in front of him, he scribbled away.

    [I'm fine, Varg. Put her back on speaker.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "If ya insist, but ya really need t' think dis over," Varg warned, he then clicked a button. "Aight, ma'am, he said he'd do it. But, ya'd better tell us what th' catch is."

    <There's no catch, but I would like your brother to make a few pies before we depart. I live in Mira. I'll be coming at around two. Are you fine with that?> The voice on the other end asked.

    Typing in, that's fine, I can do that, the robotic voice dragged out for a moment. Adding, how many days will you be needing me for, regret soon flowed through him. Oh, no, he shouldn't have said that last bit, should it? Too late to back out now. Would she need him for days, weeks? He'd better prepare himself.

    <Hmm, well, probably a couple days, maybe three at most. I aim to be back in time for the food truck rally this weekend. My daughters keep telling me they might want to go on Sunday.> The voice on the other end said.

    Typing out that was fine, the lady on the other end soon hung up shortly after. Plopping his head back on his pillow, he let out a groan. A road trip from Italy to the United Kingdom, huh? How was he supposed to eliminate possessed gumball machines anyway? He supposed the mother will tell him how to do it properly.

    "How rude, she didn't even say goodbye!" Varg exclaimed in an annoyed tone. "I ain't gonna stop ya, but ya know, Siorc, maybe ya should reconsider dis job. If ya want me t' call her back an' say ya can't do it, let me know."

    [No need to do that. I'm sure everything will go fine.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [I'm going to make breakfast for Leah, Natalie and Hase in a little while. Do you think they'll be fine with salad tossed with bacon bits?]

    "It's worth a shot," Varg said in a whisper. "Yer still worried 'bout them, huh? Ya know, Leah an' Hase ain't good at stickin' to their diet plans. I'm sure after a week or two they'll be askin' for shrimp again. Don't fret too much about it." He then gazed at his watch for a moment. "Ugh, boss's gonna call me any minute. Sorry, gotta go."

    [Wait, Varg, what do you want for breakfast?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "I'm in th' mood for loaded taters with bacon," Varg said, yawning. "If yer fine with that."

    Nodding, the chimera gazed at the time. How was it five thirty already? Leah, Hase and Natalie are heading to the clothing store in about two hours! He needed to hurry up and get ready right away. Dashing off towards his drawers, he reached for an outfit. Sprinting towards the restroom, he locked the door behind him. Take that, Deigr! She can use her own bathroom!

    As the sprinkler above laid down its piping hot droplets, the hyena swore he could hear that pesky cannon go off again. Ugh, there go his daredevil neighbors again! Why must they be so annoying so early in the morning? They'll never be on that stupid show they so desperately wanted to get on! Get real, and get a life! It'll never happen in a million years. Not in their next lifetime, or ever.

    Dark circles still beneath his eyes, the hyena reached for the concealer. Those had better go away soon. Hair pulled into two high puns, he sprayed on some temporary pink color. Did these look gumbally enough? Purple shirt with smiling little gumballs all over it, a skirt that looked like a candy dispenser had soon flowed beneath him. Frowning gumball hairpins and earrings clicked into place as well, he strutted off towards Hase and Leah's room.

    Knock, knock.

    "What?" Leah asked, yawning. "Oh, it's you Siorc? What is it? We'll be getting ready to leave soon, don't worry. Is there something you want?"

    [I'm making you three some salad. Please eat it.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Sure," Leah said yawning. "But, please don't put on any dressing, and lay off the additives, okay?" Her eyes then wandered. "We need to leave in a couple hours. Can you have it finished by eight?"

    Nodding, the chimera returned to his room. He supposed he could wait a little before doing the salad. Seated upon his bed, he gazed opened up his bookmarks. Anonymous food blogger's page waiting for him, he could hardly believe what was laid out in front of him. Urgent message looking rather desperate, he read the entry carefully.

    <Do Not Go To the Food Truck Rally>
    Anonymous

    "I don't have a lot of time on my hands, so I will be getting straight to the point today. I have been getting various reports from Italy that the food being cooked out of food trucks is haunted as of late and has caused many people who are walking up to them to fall into critical condition. Especially taco trucks.

    To those considering attending the Food Truck Rally in Italy this weekend, I dissuade you from doing so. I have gotten various reports of deaths lately as well. If anyone wishes to deal with this issue, come armed and make sure you take this mission seriously. While no one has yet died in Italy from haunted food truck ghosts, the food truck rally in the United States of America had several casualties.

    I will be needed at least six of you, and I will need people to respond by Saturday. You will be sent in teams of two each. But, please note I will be unavailable for contact for the the next few days. But, still, do make sure to leave a comment. The more casualties prevented, the better. It would best to avoid letting anyone else die."


    Gazing at the comments for a moment, the hyena wondered. The food truck rally over the weekend, should he investigate if there were some food ghosts there? Maybe he should. He'd be back in time for it, wouldn't he? Leaving a comment, he cracked his knuckles. It's time to make some roasted salad with bacon bits! Zooming towards the kitchen, he reached towards the fridge.

    But, as he reached for the veggies, the chimera could hear a familiar yawn. Strix strolling through the kitchen, he gazed at the window. What's he doing up? It's not raining. Shutting the blinds, he placed the icy cold veggies into a metallic tin. Oven soon finished preheating, he swore eyes soon wandered to him.

    "Mornin', Siorc," Strix said, yawning. "Just checking in. I heard what happened the other day. You doing alright?"

    Placing the vegetables in the oven, the chimera turned the dial to fifteen. Brother's eyes glued straight onto him, he broke into a sweat. He heard about the other day? Who told him about that? Almost nothing wakes him up from his daytime slumber. He needed to apologize if he had disturbed such. Scribbling away, the many sorries flooded out.

    [I'm alright now, Strix. Sorry, if I disturbed your sleep the other day. But, why are you awake? It's sunny out.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "You look pretty tattered, you're not fooling anyone," Strix said, eyebrow rose. "It's a good thing Pira's out of town right now, he'd lose it if he saw your face." He then reached for a pen. "And, I gotta look over some newspaper articles that need to be approved for the Friday paper." He then yawned. "Don't worry, there's no way the sun's going to hit me." He then sniffed. "You're baking some veggies? Can I have some?"

    Eyebrows twitching, the chimera reached for the bacon bits. Maybe he should have put on a little more makeup. But, too late for that now, he guessed. Taking out three steel bowls, he reached for the tongs. Any minute now, and the roasted vegetables will be ready to go! He could almost taste them now.

    [Of course. Have as many as you'd like.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Guess I'll have a little bowl," Strix said, yawning. "What are you making for Varg?"

    [Loaded breakfast potatoes.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled further. [But, I'm leaving in the afternoon, so I have to make some meals for the next couple days after.]

    "Sounds tasty, would you mind makin' me one, too? " Strix asked, yawning. "Sorry if that's some extra work."

    [It's not, don't worry about it, Strix, I'll make you one.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Great, I'll take mine with some extra salt," Strix responded, rubbing his eyes. "Maybe it'll wake me up a bit more."

    Oven dinging, the hyena reached for the oven mitts. Piping hot veggies ready to drop down into the bowls, he readied the bacon bits. Please, please encourage Leah and Hase to have more than a smoothie. He really needed to have a talk with Natalie. How can they encourage this? They're supposed to be the older adult here. Can't they see that there's something wrong with what their acting coaches said? Guess not.

    ->

    Seven minutes later.

    Knock, knock.

    Hearing a pattering on the door, the hyena nearly jumped up. Who's at the door this early in the morning? Gazing at his clock, he did a double take. It's seven o'clock? Oh, no, don't tell him Deigr and Coiote are back already? Please, of all people, don't be them! Go live at their boyfriend's houses forever and never return!

    "I'll get it," Strix said, standing up. "Please, don't be boss, I told him I'll get have the article edited by the end of the week!" He then opened the door. "Oh, you're our next door neighbor. Come in. Do you need something?"

    Next door neighbor walking towards the counter, the hyena blinked. Is she here to ask about the edamame she left for him yesterday? Did the entire world have to come by and ask the same question today? He didn't have time for this. Dividing the vegetables between the three bowls in front of him, pupils had soon been glued to him.

    "Good morning, Siorc, did you like the edamame quinoa bowl I left you?" his neighbor asked.

    Spreading down the bacon bits, the hyena closed his eyes for a moment. The edamame quinoa bowl, honestly, there had been a little too much sesame ginger in it. But, he knew he couldn't say such a thing. How could he lay that down gently? Maybe she made it with her kids. Should he give them some lessons on measuring ingredients? Perhaps when he comes back he could do that.

    [There was a little too much sesame ginger in it, but overall it tasted pretty good. Thank you for making it for me.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled away some more. [If your sons ever need cooking lessons, I don't mind coming over.]

    "I'm glad you liked it. Sorry, my boys must have mixed in some extra," his neighbor said. "I'm sure they'd be glad if you taught them how to measure properly. They've been trying to cook so many things lately." She put on a warm smile. "But, if there's anything you ever need, don't be afraid to come over, okay? Be sure to take care of yourself."

    Nodding, his neighbor soon bid him farewell. Salad soon distributed to three large bowls and two small ones, Strix soon shouted loud and clear. Nibbling on a few tomatoes, he was nearly above the clouds. Man, they were so juicy! He definitely baked these just right. Sisters heading to the counter, their eyes were darted towards the bacon bits.

    "Did you put bacon bits in this, Siorc?" Hase asked.

    [I did, I promise there's not that many.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [Please, you two really need to eat more than a small smoothie every single day!]

    "Well, since it's salad, I guess it's okay, but," Hase said, head turning. "Please, next time, don't put bacon bits in it."

    [You two know we have to have meat in our diets. Please, you have to understand that. What if you two can't perform on stage?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Siorc, you don't understand, our acting coach really told us to slim down," Leah said. "But, thanks for the salad. Is it okay if we take it into our room?"

    Nodding, the hyena knew he'd regret that in an instant. Couldn't they eat together as a family? This room, it was so empty, so cold. Natalie staring at their salad bowl, he could feel the criticism ready to bathe him deep. He knows, he knows, too many bacon bits! Sigh coming his way, he crossed his fingers.

    "Dear, this is way too many bacon bits," Natalie said. "You know bacon bits are dense in calories, right? If Leah and Hase have too many of those, their acting coach will probably yell at me."

    Natalie looking ready to push the bowl away, the chimera twitched. Natalie shouldn't have been encouraging this. Aren't they supposed to be a role model? They were thirty two, they should have been setting an example. He needed to hurry and say something fast. Time was ticking.

    [Natalie, you really shouldn't be encouraging this.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "I know, dear, I know," Natalie said, sighing. "I'm sorry." They then looked at their watch. "We have to go soon, see you."

    Natalie turning away, a chill took the chimera away. Salad soon devoured, the chimera prepared himself for the next dish. Loaded breakfast potatoes coming right up. Skillet armed and ready, he soon diced the potatoes and bacon. Baking the crunchy goodness, he plopped down the onions next.

    Egg soon added as well, he gazed at the recipe. There's no peppers in this. Would adding some clash with the rest of it? Shaking his head, he slipped in some. Ah, forget it, it will turn out fine. Potato boats piping and ready to go, he dropped down the rest of the ingredients. Eggs placed onto the side, he could hear the familiar footsteps barrel in.

    "The taters smell good," Varg said, sniffing. "Did you put peppers in them?" He then turned towards Strix. "Strix, what you doin' up? There's a uv warnin' in effect for this week."

    "I got some newspaper articles to edit," Strix said. "Can't afford to sleep today. I closed all the blinds, it should be fine." He then nibbled on the loaded potato. "Man, this potato is so crispy. How'd you manage to do that?"

    [I baked them on the skillet.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "The skillet, huh? Glad it's gettin' some good use. Pira an' I tried usin' it a few times, but that was a total disaster," Varg said between bites. "Ya should make this more oft'n."

    Nodding, the hyena bit into the potato boat. Rich bacon popping in his mouth, he tried to resist the urge to whistle. Man, he struck gold again! He should grill bacon like this more often. Cleaning the plates, he gazed at the schedule.

    Looking to be a busy week, the hyena prepped a few quick dishes for the next few days that could be heated up. Leaving notes on them in the fridge, he headed for the computer room after packing a small suitcase. It's about time he updates his website. Spending the next few hours changing things up, a honk soon interrupted his line of thought. Gazing at the time, he jumped back. It's two o'clock already? Oh, no.

    Dashing towards the door, a tall woman with dark red hair soon awaited him. Busy look on her face, sweat poured down his cheek. Was this the woman who spoke to him on the phone? She sure looked kind of pensive. But, he knew he couldn't say such a thing. Silent greeting coming her way, eyes had soon been on him.

    "Hello, there, I'm not too early, am I?" the woman asked. "I'm the one you spoke to on the phone. Did you say bye to your family? You're probably going to be gone until early Saturday morning."

    [Yes, I did, miss. It's nice to meet you. I'll make sure your daughters eat well for the next few days.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "No need to be so polite. Ma'am is fine," the redhead said. "If you're ready, then, we'd better get going. My girls have been telling me that their pen pals in Ireland have already been hit by the toxic gumballs. There's not a moment to lose." She then peeked through the door. "I'm taking your brother now!"

    Sports car waiting for him, the chimera bathed in sweat. Wait a second, hold on. Is this woman loaded? Maybe she had been, maybe she hadn't been. It wasn't polite to stare, that's for sure. Seating himself in the back, two teenage girls with their hair tied in buns dyed shades of blue soon took the stage. Eyes glued to him, they soon waved.

    "Hi, there, we saw your food on Gigglr, it looked so cool," the first girl said.

    "We became candyfluencers 'cause of you, so we told mom to call you up!" the second girl cried.

    Gigglr brought to his attention, the chimera rubbed his fingers together. Ah, right, he used to document his dishes of the day while in college, he almost forgot about that. When was the last time he updated that page again? Ah, it had been a little over four months. He never really paid much attention to his follower count or comments or anything like that.

    Buckling in, the chimera prepared himself for the long days ahead. Opening up his maps application, he put the United Kingdom in the destination portion. Twenty four hours spit back at him, he let out a yawn. This is going to be a long car ride, indeed. Opening up Brownie Hop Kingdom, he clicked on the pvp mode. One round will do.

    Reaching a small home after about twenty minutes, the chimera had soon been introduced to the kitchen. Sugar jars everywhere, he could see a camera on standby. Trying to avoid its gaze, he reached for a pie crust tin. Girls dashing towards the fridge, he could feel it. Any second now, and that camera would go on.

    [Please don't film me.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Okay, we won't," the first girl said. "But, is it okay if we go with you to fight the gumball machines?"

    [Your mother said she doesn't want you two getting involved with that.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Aww, come on, it can't be that dangerous!" the second girl cried. She then plopped down a bowl of cherries. "Cherry pies, please."

    [No. Absolutely not. Please stay home.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [And, I'll make the cherry pie.]

    "Okay," the second girl said in a pouting tone. "Could you add some blueberry, too?"

    Nodding, the chimera let the pie crust settle. Adding the fruits, he let out a sigh. Please, let these pies be good. Should he take a picture of them when they're done? Shaking his head, he knew he wouldn't have time for that. Putting them in the oven, he read the instructions. Only thirty minutes in the oven? How strange.

    Thirty minutes passing by in the blink of an eye, the chimera placed the pies into the fridge. Making some meals for the next two days, the chimera swore he could hear something terrifying cock off in the distance. Mother stepping into the kitchen, her eyes were soon glued to him. Wandering towards the object in her hands, he gulped.

    "You ready to go?" the redhead asked. "Just so you know, you're going to have to use this." As she said such, she handed him a weapon. "I've modified it, so it won't hurt anyone except those gumball machines." But, she had soon been interrupted.

    "Mom, please take us with you!" the first girl cried.

    "We can fight them!" the second girl cried.

    "No, you're not coming with us," the mother said. "See you on Saturday. Oh, and, if you're going to throw a party with your influencer friends, you'd better clean up before we're back."

    "Mom, we're not going to have a party, okay?!" the first girl cried. "Bye!"

    Back into the sports car, a sea of information had come his way. Lady informing him they would be driving towards a lot of alleyways, his eyes wandered. How did the anonymous blogger miss that there were haunted gumball machines? They must have had their queue of reports full, huh? Car speeding off, He buckled in.

    Reaching the first alleyway in Verona, the chimera's hand quivered at the sight before him. Whiffing a rancid nutty scent, a realization washed over him. That scent, no, if anyone breathes it in for too long, they'll drop like flies. Cloth mask soon handed to him, instructions had soon come his way.

    "Shoot at the glass, are you ready?" the redhead asked. "I'll shoot this one, you shoot that one."

    Nodding, the hyena sweat as he pulled the trigger. Please, don't let these bullets hurt anyone else! Bam, bam, bam, weapon riding the wind, the glass soon cracked into pieces. Matchbox soon placed into his hands next, his heart fluttered. Oh no, what now? This isn't good. Whispers to light it and toss it towards the gumballs, he gulped. What if the alleyway caught fire?! She wasn't thinking about that at all, was she?

    "Aaaah!" the gumballs cried.

    "I'm burniiiing!" the gumballs cried.

    Creatures melting, a sigh of relief flowed through the hyena. At least they didn't leave any smoke behind. Returning to the car, the cycle continued for hours on end. Gumballs aplenty boiled into nothing, Italy had soon been left behind in the dust. France alleyways filled to the brim with gumball machines as well, he swore that nutty scent got stronger.

    "Be careful, don't breathe it in," the redhead said. "You understand why I didn't want my daughters to come now, right?"

    Nodding, the shots continued to fire. Some machines adorning bladed defenses, the young adult prepared himself for action. Burning these creatures, it was definitely the best option that remained. Setting the monsters ablaze, late evening soon arrived. Letting own a yawn, the food enthusiast crunched up on the backseat.

    Waking up the next morning, the college graduate rubbed his eyes. Lady still driving, he wondered. Had she not stopped to take a break at all? Maybe he shouldn't have either. Clapping his hands into an apology, he could feel screams ready to bite his ears off for a morning snack, and then some.

    "Don't apologize for resting, I know it's a long ride," the redhead said. "We'll be in the Britain soon. These last few are pretty dangerous, I hope you're prepared for this."

    Cracking his knuckles, the food enthusiast prepared himself. Dangerous, she says? This was nothing. Spotting the Big Ben off in the distance, a strange set of words had soon come his way. Told there was probably one patrolling the area ready to kill, the young adult gulped. Oh, no, this wasn't good.

    Reaching the Big Ben after a few hours of driving, the college graduate could hardly believe his eyes at the sight before him. Gigantic gumball machine spreading around its candies of doom, the hyena clutched the pistol. Okay, how in the world is he supposed to destroy this thing?! Lady telling him where to aim, he prepared himself for the worst.

    Big problem taken care of, the rest of the world tour soon continued. Final gumball machine slain in Ireland, the long trek back was ready to kick into overdrive. Letting out a yawn as the highway looped for what felt like all eternity, he could feel the dream world ready to devour him for a late evening snack.

    Poked on the shoulder who knows when, the chimera let out a yawn. Huh, when did he get home? Gazing at the time, he titled his head. Wait, it was still Friday at around eight o'clock. How did this happen? He thought he was to expect to not be home until Saturday morning. Something wasn't adding up here! Envelope soon handed to him, the lady bent down to whisper.

    "Don't tell anyone this, but I found a magic shortcut," the redhead whispered. "Here's your pay. You did pretty good. Take care of yourself now."

    Waving, the hyena returned to his room. Reaching for a good old magical girl manga, he read on through. But, there had soon been a rather strange chapter about a food truck monster. Quivering, he closed the book. No, thanks, he did not need those vibes going into tomorrow. Curling up under his covers, he let out a few zzes.

    ->

    The next morning.

    Food truck rally plastered all over the news, the hyena swore he could hear a familiar voice on the television. That person talking to the reporter, honestly, they sounded quite familiar. Stretching his knees, the food enthusiast's bag shook. The food truck lot looked fine. Surely, there was nothing going on there, right? Heading for the door, he swore he could hear warnings coming towards him.

    "Siorc, are you sure you want to go to this food truck rally?" Strix asked. "The other day, there were reports of it being haunted." He then yawned. "I'm honestly surprised they're even going through with this rally. They should have cancelled."

    "I heard 'bout that, too," Varg said between crunches. "Why dun't we go with you?"

    "I thought you said that you have to revise that translation before the deadline. Won't your boss kill you if you ask for another extension?" Strix asked.

    "Yer right, but didn't ya hear what they said 'bout 'murica?" Varg asked. "Peeps said that some guys died in those food truck rallies or sumthin'."

    Death case brought to his attention, the chimera's tail stuck upward. Why did Varg have to bring that up again? Surely, it would be fine, it's not like he's going to be the next victim. Hearing a honk outside, he knew that was his cue to go. Surely, the monsters had already left this area. Please be true. It would be nice to have a break from this nonsense for a change.

    [I'll be fine, you two. Maybe the rally is away from the food ghosts.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled some more. [Jiaolong is here. I'll see you later.]

    "Aight, see ya later," Varg said, waving. "Please be careful."

    Waving, the hyena prepared himself. What if the food truck rally was haunted? He would have his work cut out for him, if so. Jiaolong soon pulling the window down, he waved. Not seeing Yinlong anywhere, a somber wave flew through him. They had to manage the shop today, huh? If only they could come. Didn't they open a bamboo cake truck there recently?

    "Good morning, sunshine, sorry, Yinlong couldn't make it, so, it's just going to be me," Jiaolong said, giggling a little, but it soon faded. "Sorry, I can only drop you off for today. I have to go back to the store, but text me when you need me to come get you, okay?"

    Nodding, the hyena's cheeks turned pink. Did he just call him sunshine? Jiaolong was such a tease. Buckling in, he swore he could feel a chill in the air as he had been dropped off in the food truck lot. Oh, no, this isn't good. There was something hiding here, wasn't there? Car speeding off, his eyebrow's twitched. Maybe he should turn around, it's not too late.

    Stepping towards the first truck, a short dark skinned androgynous person with a dark blue bun and a lab coat had a goofy smile on his face. Orange eyes burning like the sun, he tried to remember who this person was. Oh, wait, was that Folu from back when he was in middle school? It had been so long since he had seen them and their siblings. Brown haired jackal chimera next to them with his bangs covering half his face, he tried to remember his name. Oh, Rabiu. When was the last time he saw him?

    "Siorc, sup? Been awhile!" Folu cried. "Surprised you came. You know, with all the rumors and stuff."

    "Um, uh, yeah, it's been pretty scary here," Rabiu said, shaking. "Um, you want a falafel?"

    [It's been years, Folu. I didn't know you were stopping in Italy.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled some more. [I'll take two.]

    "Still got an appetite for culture, I see! You never change, man, that's good!" Folu cried. "Sure, two falafels coming up!"

    Piping hot falafels in the palm of his hands, the hyena placed the second one in an insulated bag. Varg would definitely enjoy this later. Sitting on the bench, the chill in the air only grew stronger. Gulping, he knew, any second now, and a beast would come and get him. He needed to be careful. Finishing the gyro, he headed off to the next truck.

    Spotting a young dark skinned jackal woman with long, icy blue hair and a red outfit, stomach exposed, the hyena studied the woman's eyes for a moment. Oh, he remembered her, what was her name again, Aega? He hadn't seen her since middle school either. How had she been since he last saw her all those years ago?

    "Oh, it's you," Aega said, sighing. "I know, you want some jollof. Here you go. It was going to go to waste anyway."

    Euros placed on the counter, the chill had only gotten stronger. Maybe he should leave. But, the food enthusiast shook his head. No, there's still a few food trucks left to explore. He couldn't pass this up. Heading to the next truck, another familiar face soon awaited. Short young jackal woman with icy blue hair pulled into a ponytail and a small apron over her, a name crawled through his head. Loba? At least, that's what he believe she was calling herself. He recalled Leah telling him recently she met someone else a little older than her going on a journey to womanhood with her.

    "Been awhile, honey," Loba greeted. "I'm just helping with the family business on my summer off. How you doing?"

    [I'm doing alright.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [You're an on campus doctor at my sister's acting school, right? Her name is Leah.]

    "Yes, I am, honey," Loba said, nodding. "Your sister talks about you a lot. I helped her practice her girl voice a bit." She then reached for something. "I don't have much today, are you fine with an ice cream bar?"

    Nodding, the chimera reached for a euro note. Strawberry ice cream bar down the hatch, the young adult cruised through the next food truck. But, as he did so, he could see a brand new foe out in the open. Oh, no, what's that over there? He needed to avoid them at all costs. Cruising towards the taco food truck, doom loomed over his shoulder.

    Spotting a tall jackal man with a scarred face, a dark blue ponytail and an apron, the hyena placed his finger on his chin. He believed he saw this person on the news a few times. Sani? He was always advertising his food truck for some reason. Short young jackal woman with light blue pigtails and aviator goggles, he pondered for a moment. What was her name again? Oluchi, right, he might have met her once. Stepping towards the counter, he could see another pair of eyes glued to him.

    Turning his head towards the noise, the college graduate's hands grew clammy. Gigantic quesadilla in the corner with a wheeled blade beneath its shell, the young adult tried with all his might to not lock eyes with it. Don't look it in the eyes, that's what it wants. He needed to hurry and order a taco now before it was too late.

    "Happy to have you here," Sani said. "Can I interest you in a pork taco?"

    "No taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaco!" the peanut gallery in the corner cried.

    "You over there, keep your uncute mouth shut!" Oluchi shouted. "Hehe, you're kinda cute. We'll make you two. You're kind of brave for coming here. Everyone else ran off when they saw that thing over there."

    Tacos fired up on the open grill, the chimera rocked back and forth. That thing, it's looking straight into his eyes. Look away, look away, look away. If he even so much as glances at them, it's game over! Meaty goodness placed on a plate, he reached for his wallet, but as he prepared to do so, something soon reached for his shoulders.

    "You buy tacos, you diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie now!" the quesadilla monster in the corner shouted.

    One with the ground, the chimera grit his teeth as the quesadilla monster wheeled over to him. Oh, no, it's coming. He had to move, quick! But, such was impossible, in an instant. Creature reaching him before he could even blink, the wheeled blade hovered over his torso. Weapon spinning like a ferris wheel at ten times the maximum speed, the chimera let out a scream as the sharp object kept digging deeper within him. Throat burning as the pool of red hugged him from behind, his consciousness slipped.

    Coming to who knows when, the chimera swore he could hear a strange beeping noise. Head spinning, everything blurred. Where is he? White walled room burning into him, he could see Pira seated in a chair in the corner. What's he doing here? Wasn't he still out of town? Ah, no, nothing was making any sense. Brother walking towards him, everything burned.

    "You're awake, kiddo," Pira said in a whisper. "Do you know where you are? You're in the hospital." His tone then shifted. "You knew the food truck lot was haunted, didn't you? You shouldn't have gone." He then reached for a notepad. "You look like you have something to say. Sorry, I can't give you your tablet yet."

    Paper and pen handed to him, the hyena's head continued to spin. Pira, did he know about the paranormal food investigation team? Oh, no, if he knows about that, he'll be in danger. He absolutely, positively cannot let him get involved in that. But, he couldn't just sit around here either. He needed to go home as soon as possible.

    [I thought the area would be safe. Can I go home now?] The handwritten note asked.

    "No, kiddo, you can't," Pira said, shaking his head. "Your wound is really deep, and the doctors told me you might have internal bleeding. You'll be needing surgery. You won't be going anywhere." He scooted closer as he said such. "It's going to be alright. The doctors will patch you back up. Now, please, go back to sleep."

    Intense wave of tiredness overtaking him, the chimera could feel the tormented land of dreams taking him back. Next couple of days dazing on through, the world continued to burn. Or, so he thought. He did not know why, but everything continued to feel fuzzy. Returning home who knows when, the world faded as he crunched back underneath his covers with one last thought peeking in.

    No more food trucks.



    This is probably the first chapter where the entire thing was planned rather than only a portion so... yeah. Oh boy. Man, imagine getting stabbed by a queso lol.
     
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    "I think Pira knows now. About the food ghosts I have been facing. I

    Shouldn't get him involved in
    This. I really shouldn't.
    In the hospital, a different story was told, though. It was
    Left out I was attacked by some food monster.
    Look, I

    Don't recall what was said. For
    One thing, I have
    No idea why, but everything after waking up, feels
    Too blurry to recall. I can't

    Quite remember.
    Ugh, everything flew by,
    I don't know what
    To say. I don't
    Even know how many days I was in there. I don't

    Know when I was operated on. But, I
    Need to go back to normal. I missed a lot
    Of opportunities
    While laid up.

    What happened while I
    Had been laid up? I hadn't been
    Able to check
    The anonymous food blogger's page. I

    Have to take
    A look at it today. I'm
    Pretty sure I am alright now,
    Probably? I don't know.
    Everything still feels blurry. I have
    No idea why.
    Even still, I
    Don't have the

    Time to sit around idly as
    Other casualties pile up. And not to

    Mention, are Hase, Leah, and Natalie
    Even eating? I

    Bet they haven't been.
    Uh, my head's spinning just
    Thinking they've only been

    Ingesting water.
    Maybe they

    Haven't been eating at all.
    Oh, what should I do?
    Maybe I should get them all to
    Eat at the table today. I

    Need to tell them
    Once again, their extreme diets aren't healthy!
    What about Pira, Strix, and Varg?

    I bet every single

    Night, they've been ordering takeout.
    Even though
    Eating out all the time isn't healthy either.
    Do I make something healthy

    This morning?
    Oh, this is making my head spin! They've

    Probably been ordering a lot of takeout.
    Ugh, I hope not. I need
    To go back

    To cooking today. Surely, I
    Have to be fine now, right?
    I'm back home,
    So I'm sure

    I can resume
    Normal activities. I
    Just hope everyone is eating. It's
    Useless to ask, I'm
    Rather sure if I ask Leah, she'll lie with a
    Yes, or get defensive

    Because she doesn't
    Even want me asking.
    Hase will definitely get defensive about
    It, too. So, there's
    No way I can ask. I
    Doubt they have been eating

    More than a smoothie.
    Everything feels hot

    As I think about these things.
    Not sure what to
    Do. I need to

    Get back into the game of
    Everything. I'm sure
    That at this point my e-mails have

    Begun to pile up.
    As, I hadn't been able to
    Comb through them. I don't
    Know why, but Pira was holding onto my

    Things up until I got home.
    Oh, well. I

    Will try to return to normal.
    One injury won't deter my future
    Restaurant in Rome! I need to
    Keep at it.

    I need to keep investigating supernatural food phenomenon, too.

    My family, no matter what,
    I can't let them get hurt.
    So, I will continue to investigate. Am I
    Scared I'll get hurt again? I

    Can't allow myself to get scared.
    Of course, it's possible I'll get hurt
    Once again, but I have to
    Keep at
    It. There's
    No way I'm
    Going to allow

    Something terrible to befall my family.
    I have to keep on
    Going, until there's no food ghosts left. I
    Have to, even if it kills me."


    Loud rainstorm splashing upon the window, the chimera had soon been jolted awake as the pitter patters of doom continued. Letting out a weak yawn, the food enthusiast turned towards his window. Look at those droplets moving so fast. Turning towards the clock by his bedside table, the chimera peered at the numbers waiting him. It was three twenty two? Ah, goodnight, don't let the cheese monsters bite.

    But, such slumber was short lived. Thunder clapping down upon the paned glass, the chimera let out a weak groan. Was a medicane coming? Please, no, anything but that. Attempting to tune out the noise, the college graduate turned his head towards the opposite side of the bed. Think about cooking, think about Rome, think about the restaurant he will one day own. Zzz.

    Two hours and eight minutes later.

    Phone buzzing off the walls, the food enthusiast groaned off the walls. Alright, who's spamming his phone off the walls now? When was the last time he checked his notifications again? Ah, he can't remember. Ever since he went to the food truck rally, everything had been quite the blur. Why couldn't he seem to recall much of anything from the past week or so? Ah, forget it, it hardly matters.

    Lifting himself from the bed covers, an intense sense of heat radiated throughout the hyena's short body. Ah, was it humid outside again? Where was a fan when he needed one? Ah, no, right, Deigr and Coiote stole his years ago. Fingers quivering as his phone screen unlocked, his heart leaped at the notification bar. Excuse him, two unread e-mails? Both titled today? Inbox opened, the young adult opened up the first one.

    E-mail from a whiskey diner glaring daggers at him, the chimera huffed a breath. Huh, a whiskey diner? When was there one opened in Venice? Head spinning as he tried to recall, the clouds rolled in. No, he couldn't seem to remember. Maybe it had happened sometime recently. This had better be worth it, or consider him not interested!

    -Whiskey Bar and Diner in Desperate Need of A Good Chef-

    -I believe this is the correct business e-mail, is it not? Hello, there, my name is <redacted>, and I run a Whiskey Bar and Diner in the Piazza San Marco, and, we've been short on staff for awhile now. Currently, all of our main chefs are missing in action except for a small portion, and we're afraid we might have to close our doors temporarily if we don't hire some outside for help.

    We looked thoroughly at your website from a recommendation provided to us by a young staffer of ours who is in the know about rising culinary artists, and we were pointed to you. We would like to temporarily hire you to cook for our patrons, which, there will be a lot of. We are in high demand during the summer season.

    It is very likely we will be needing you for the next few days, and it would be very disappointing if you cannot work with us, we would have to close up shop! Would you be so kind as to lend us a hand? We will pay you quintuple what we do our normal employees, but please don't tell anyone about this deal.

    If you would like to assist us, please either call us at <redacted> or reply to our e-mail. We look forward to working with you!
    <Redacted.>-


    Rereading the e-mail a second time, the food enthusiast lowered his eyes into a squint. A whiskey bar and diner in Piazza San Marco? No wonder it was so popular. Should he write them an e-mail back to tell them he'd help them out today? Nodding, he typed away. Surely, it wouldn't be too busy, right?

    Message sent, the young adult gazed at the second e-mail waiting for him, huh? A wedding? Who in the world was getting married? Rain continuing to patter up a storm, he let out a sigh. Today was an awful day to get married. Please, be the wrong address. He hardly had the money to buy a dress for a wedding!

    -We're holding a wedding, and we need a good cater and a wedding cake.-

    -Hello, there, you may remember me from our middle school days, perhaps. If not, it is me, Faxi, and my sister Xena is getting married in nine days. Some friend of ours informed us that you do per diem services of all kinds. And, it would seem our caterer had to cancel last minute. We know this is a lot to ask, but could you please cater our wedding?

    We understand that this is a very last minute request of us, and we haven't seen each other in so many years now, but we were going to invite you anyway, and having you be our cater would be such an honor. We will be needing a response from you within forty eight hours. We will be holding our wedding in Tuscany. It would be so upsetting if we had to postpone the wedding due to outside factors.

    Thank you for time, and I hope you have been doing well. We should catch up sometime.
    -Faxi.-


    Head spinning as he read the second e-mail, the hyena almost wanted to delete this message into oblivion. Catering for a wedding at this short of a notice? Maybe he should reject this one. But, wouldn't that make him look like a terrible old friend? It most certainly would. Typing back an acceptance response, the food enthusiast scrunched back underneath his covers. He did not know why, but he could feel all his energy die immediately. Goodnight.

    Loud pounding on the opposite side of his door fifteen minutes later, the young adult let out a tired groan. Please, can the world let him sleep? Screeches on the other end not yielding even for a moment, he stumbled off towards the door. Whoever it was that decided to disturb his slumber, they had better make it good! Twisting the knob back, familiar light green hair waited for him.

    "Good morning, Siorc," Hase greeted. "We were just wondering. Could you make us some shrimp egg foo young? Natalie bought some omelette patties, and we're really beginning to miss shrimp." Her voice then shifted towards a concerned tone. "Hey, is everything okay? Your face looks really flushed." She then turned away. "On second thought, never mind. We'll skip breakfast today."

    Phrase of darkness coming his way, the chimera reached for his tablet. Skip breakfast? No, no way, he can't let that happen. Wasn't Hase still doing her summer internship at Natalie's clothing store? There's no way he can let her go hungry. It's just the heat, right, it's humid out. Scribbling away, the wrong words almost scrolled past.

    [I'm fine, Hase. I'll make everyone Egg Foo Young.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [When do you three leave for work today?]

    "Uh, two hours," Hase responded hesitating. "Really, it's fine, we'll eat when we get home."

    [No, Hase, it isn't. Give me half an hour. I promise I'll make it soon.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Okay, but, seriously, Siorc, we'll be fine," Hase said, voice trailing. But, her stomach soon growled, cheeks growing pink. "I'll let Leah know you agreed, bye."

    Door closed behind him, the young adult searched far and wide for an Egg Foo Young recipe. Gravy plastered everywhere, his head spun cycles. Should he use something lighter? Natalie would most certainly be quite steamed if he added too many extra calories to the dish. What could be used as a substitute?

    Finding many alternatives, the chimera prepared himself to head for the restroom. Sloppily removing clothes from the top shelf, the hyena nearly fell face first as he dragged himself towards the mirror. Crimson cheeks glaring daggers at him, he attempted to turn around. Maybe he could skip the cleansing for today.

    Torso tingling as the sprinkling waters above danced upon the bandage, the young adult let out a pained hiss. Maybe he should have skipped cleansing for the day after all. Energy ready to die, the chimera turned the knobs towards the left. He might have made a huge mistake just now, hadn't he?

    White sheet gazing back at him in the mirror, the chimera let out a sigh. No amount of makeup could possibly disguise this, could it? Ah, why bother? He was digging himself in a hole six feet under for everyone to see. Tattered dark blue shirt with holes aplenty practically melting onto him, a crescent moon shaped cookies print was ready to eat him alive. Mismatched jeans eating his legs alive, the young adult tried with all his might to not laugh at the reflection glued to him. Ah, silly him, he took out pajamas. That's not working attire, that's for sure.

    Practically making his ear tips bleed as he clicked the earrings into place, the hyena covered his eyes at the sight before him. Why did he take out the watermelon and cabbage ones? Those didn't match at all! Mismatched chocolate duck hairpin clicked into place, he pinched his wrist. Please, let this all be a dream. Little sting taking the stage, he closed the door behind him. Ah, no, he's definitely awake right now, what a shame.

    Entire kitchen soon populated in droves, the food enthusiast's eyes soon wandered. Ah, great, an audience. Why did almost everyone have to be here right now? There's no way he could make the egg foo young with so many prying eyes. Looking for the frying pan, the buzz and chatter had begun to break the sound barrier.

    "Boss, don't you think we should scrap this article?" Strix asked in a loud voice, yawning. "There's a lot of useless fluff text here." He then groaned. "What do you mean we gotta print it anyway? Tell the higher ups it'll drive readers away!" He then sniffed up a storm. "I smell some no stick spray bein' used. You smell that, Varg?"

    "'Course I do," Varg said, typing away at his laptop. "Siorc's probably makin' the shrimp egg foo young right about now." But, such had been met with a sea of whispers.

    As the chimera sprayed the pan, the instructions swam across the screen. Ah, what was he supposed to do first? Letters jumbling, he reached for the ocean of eggs. Ah, he probably has to beat them. He'll beat them good alright. Dozen and a half beat and ready to go, he headed off towards the freezer. Ripping the package open, he read the next line in silence.

    Instructions demanding he chop the shrimp, the young adult closed his eyes. Did he really have to do that? Chopping them all one after another, sweat poured down his cheek. Was the window open in here? Onions soon diced, he plopped the creatures down onto the monster in front of him. Bean sprouts dropped into the bowl next, he stared off into space. Did he need to add the scallions here?

    Scallions added to the mixture, the chimera studied the seasonings for a moment. Which one had the least amount of calories? Would sesame oil do? Dropping it down into the mixture, salt and white pepper had been dropped down into the mixture. Maybe this could use a bit more spices.

    Placing the first set of patties upon the frying pan, the college graduate's knees buckled. Huh? When did it get so quiet in here? Where did everyone go? Maybe everyone moved into their rooms to finish work, no big deal. Right, that's all it was. He shouldn't worry about such things. First patch of egg foo young ready to serve, he prepared himself to cook the next batch.

    Everything throbbing as he finished the second batch, the chimera tried to hang on. Why was his head pounding like a drum? No, Siorc, focus, he had to put the rest on the plates. Stove turned off, he divided the shrimp egg foo young on the six plates. It was time to serve. Dragging the plates off towards the dining room table, he swore the world grew fuzzier by the second. Everything going backwards as the final plate had been set on the table, the chimera closed his eyes as sound dimmed around him.

    Opening his eyes once more a wave of bewilderment flowed through him at the sight before him. What's he doing in his bed? Was that all a dream? Everything felt so incredibly fuzzy. Pira and Varg in the corner of the room, he tried to recall. What was he doing? Ah, no, the drums, they're too loud, he can't remember.

    "Pira, he's wakin' up," Varg said in a lulled voice. "Siorc, what were ya thinkin' cookin' in th' shape yer in? Ya shouldn't be doin' that right now."

    Sharp eyes on him, the chimera reached for his tablet. What is Varg going off about? What shape did he mean? Man, what was with this chunk of nothingness eating him alive today? Scribbling away, gibberish almost scrolled past. Erasing the words, he tried again. Focus, Siorc, steady goes, steady goes.

    [I'm fine, Varg. I'm just a little tired. Hase wanted egg foo young. I couldn't let her skip breakfast.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Are ya kiddin' me right now? Ya ain't fine at all," Varg said in an exasperated tone. "Ya know the s'rgeon said ya ain't s'pposed to be bending around and stuff fer the first couple days." He then let out a sigh. "I thought I told Hase to not bother you for nuttin."

    Babble coming his way, the chimera buried his face beneath his quilt. What is Varg talking about? He didn't recall that at all. He didn't have time for this. He had to head for the Whiskey Diner in a few hours. Enough of this nonsense, please. He had far more important things to get done than lie here like a vegetable.

    [Really, Varg, I'm fine. I don't know what you're talking about, honestly. Could you please leave? I have to head for the Whiskey Diner in a few hours.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. But, he knew he would soon regret it.

    "Absolutely not, did ya hear what I just said?" Varg asked in a slightly annoyed tone. "Ain't no way we're lettin' that h'ppen. Ya understand?"

    [But, I already told them that I'll be there. They're short on staff, and if I don't help out, they'll have to close for awhile!] Slow sliding text across his tablet shouted.

    "Well, then too bad they gotta close," Varg said, arms crossed around his waist. "I'mma call 'em up right now. Excuse me."

    Varg exiting the room, the chimera squirmed underneath the covers. Ah, no, this isn't good. The whiskey bar and diner, he's going to let them down. They're going to have to close for the entire rest of the week now, and it's all his fault. Brother scooting next to him, he turned away. Please, no more lectures. He gets it, he's not going anywhere. Say it a hundred more times.

    "Kiddo, you should have told me Hase asked you to cook, I would have told her not to bother you," Pira said in a soft voice. He then let out a sigh. "You're supposed to be resting today, don't you remember? You shouldn't be accepting jobs of any kind this week at all." He then lowered his voice into a whisper.

    [I know what you're about to say. I can take care of myself, Pira I'm and adult now, you know. Don't you have to go back to the construction site today?] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "I took my vacation days, I'm not going anywhere," Pira said in a soft tone. He then let out a sigh. "You know, kiddo, just because you're an adult now, it doesn't mean I've graduated from my role as your older brother." He then laid down a weighted blanket. "It's my job in the absence of mother and father to take care of you if you get severely injured or ill. Now, please, get some rest. If your temperature goes down, we'll go for a walk at the park, alright?"

    Intense fatigue taking him over, the chimera closed his eyes. He's not winning this battle, is he?

    ->

    A couple hours later.

    Phone ringing off the walls, the hyena's eyes fluttered open. Eyes burning as he gazed at the clock, the young adult groaned. What time is it? Ah, it was around one in the afternoon. Who could it possibly be at this time of day? Oh, no, it was the whiskey diner, wasn't it? He needed to get out of here!

    "Ugh, I knew I shoulda unplugged th' phone today," Varg groaned. Click. "Hello? Whatdy'a want? Whoeva ya are, I ain't got time for yer games right now, we gotta situation here, ya understand? If yer from th' publishin' company, I told ya'll I need an 'xtension on th' deadline, aight? Could ya quit callin' me from unknown numbas?" There was then a long pause. "Huh, mom, whady'a mean, what's up, Varg? Where have ya been fer the past coupla months? Ya said dis job of yers would be done in a few weeks!" He then groaned. "I'm mutin' ya fer a few minutes, kay?" A cabinet then slammed open. "The nerva her, I swear."

    Reaching for his phone, the chimera wondered. Mother and father, when was the last time they bothered to text him? Gazing at the last message, the chimera closed his eyes. Eight months ago. Had it really been that long? His last message, they hadn't even read it. Placing the device aside, spiked boots soon came towards him.

    "Aftanoon, Siorc," Varg said. "I got ya sumthin. Ya think ya can eat anythin'?"

    Nodding, the young adult held back the urge to groan. Ugh, is that applesauce he smelled? Anything but that. But, what good would it do to waste it? Pesky yellow ooze placed in front of him, the plastic spoon shook in his hand. Please, don't taste like the jarred ones back when he was in the United Flop of America.

    "Sorry, I know ya ain't a fan of appl'sauce, can ya fergive me?" Varg asked, sighing. Mom's textin' me to pick up th' phone 'gain, if ya don' mind, I'mma stay in here fer a bit', kay?" Click. "Mom, could ya not rush me, please? I told ya we gotta situation here! Whatevs. So, tell me, where are ya right now?" There was a lot of chatter on the other end. "Scuse me? Yer in South Africa lookin' for lost history? And why didn't ya think t' tell us this sooner?!" His voice rose as he said such. "For th' love of, don' ya give me that line! So what if we're all 'dults now? I thought ya said all those years ago when we moved t' Italy ya did it so we could all get closer to one 'nother! Unbelievable!" His fists shook as he continued. "Ya know, Siorc graduated while ya were gone, and ya didn't even congratulate him? Don' give me dat line 'bout no international callin' and textin'! So, when ya'll comin' back?" There had been a long pause as he asked such. "Whatdy'a mean ya dunno?! Ya know what, f'get it, this conversation is ova. Bye." Click.

    Bland applesauce dropping down his throat, the chimera stared off into space. South Africa, huh? What kind of history could have possibly been lost? He supposed by now he had been used to them leaving without explanation. Such was the life of seasoned historians. If he hadn't found the world of cooking when he was a little hyena chimera, maybe he would have joined them on their journey.

    "Sorry, was I little too loud for ya?" Varg asked. He then let out a sigh. "Looks like mom and dad ain't gonna be back for awhile. They're missin' out on yer cookin' big time." He then took the bowl away. "Pira's out shoppin'. Let me know if ya need anythin', kay?"

    Varg soon exiting, the hyena slumped underneath the weighted blanket. Mother, father, if only they were here right now. Were they enjoying the food in South Africa? Maybe he should try learning how to cook some South African cuisine sometime soon. Closing his eyes, he could feel the dream world call out to him.

    One week later.

    Seven days passing by slowly, the chimera let out a loud yawn as the morning sun peeked through his window. Today was the day, the return to form, the moment he had been waiting for. His odd jobs were back in business. Removing the vacation notice from his website, he wondered. It's been awhile since he checked the anonymous food blogger's page. Should he take a look? Hitting the bookmark page, a rather terrified message soon awaited him.

    <The Death Toll is Rising. Please Don't Ask For Someone To Cater Anything For You Right Now.>
    Anonymous

    "To everyone whom it may concern that is currently reading this. I apologize for what I am about to say. But, the death toll has risen to a total of one hundred now due to paranormal food incidents. To the many people who have been assisting me in trying to put a stop to all this, thank you for all your efforts, but it's already too late. The food monsters have gotten far more violent.

    I don't know what to do, nor how to word this without collapsing on my words. But, I have been getting various reports about dangerous food monsters spotted at weddings disrupting the ceremony. I would advise against holding a wedding right now with anything aside from wine. I have already gotten reports flooding into my inbox about various deaths across multiple weddings. To anyone who is reading this, please postpone any wedding plans you might have, I'm begging you.

    In addition, I have been getting many reports about haunted diners across the globe. Please, avoid going to diners at all costs right now, if at all possible. Especially ones that may serve whiskey. I will need as many people as possible to help quell these beasts before it's too late. They're armed, and deadly. Please don't waste any time. I will be checking the comments frequently. We need to do all we can to avoid any more deaths."


    Frantic message laid out in front of him, the hyena placed his hand on his chest. Was it just him, or had the anonymous blogger's tone been getting more and more urgent lately? Maybe he shouldn't have stopped checking for the past couple weeks. Heading for the kitchen, he simmered some pancakes over the stove. Yawn bouncing off his eardrum, he tried with all his might to not catch it.

    "Mornin' Siorc," Strix said, yawning. "You seem to be doing better, I'm glad. Can I have a pancake?"

    [Of course. But, shouldn't you be in your room? It's sunny.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "It's going to rain soon, I'll be fine," Strix said, yawning. "You're going to the Whiskey Bar Diner today, right? Good luck. I heard it might be haunted." He then rose an eyebrow. "You know, I've been hearing the hauntings have been getting a lot worse in the past few weeks. I wonder why?"

    Flipping the pancakes, the hyena's eyebrows twitched. No, the hauntings were getting worse, how could this be? Spiked boots soon coming towards the kitchen, he spread the flapjacks across three plates, but an extra group of faces had soon added itself to the mix. Spotting a short young adult lizard woman with spiky pigtails and a young adult lizard guy with a sweater vest in the middle of summer, the chimera groaned. More unexpected mouths to feed, great. Why did Varg's band have to practice today of all days?

    "Ah, sorry, Siorc, this is Soie, and this is Velours, my kid siblings," Olann said. "Do you mind giving them some flapjacks? I mean, they're comin' with to the whiskey diner today."

    "We're not kids anymore!" Soie cried. "Bro, I'm nineteen!"

    "That's right, and I'm eighteen!" Velours cried. "We're legal adults!"

    "Nah, you're my kid siblings forever," Olann said. He then turned towards Siorc. "Your bro said he'll take four flapjacks, if that's cool."

    [Fine, here you all go.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [Flapjacks coming up.]

    "Thanks, you're the best," Soie said. "So, the whiskey diner, huh? Hear that place is haunted."

    Chatter about the haunted diner continuing on and on as the minutes went on, the chimera almost wanted to send a cancellation e-mail. But, it had already been too late. Reaching the restaurant, he could feel a chill in the air. How could anyone eat here at a time like this? Heading towards the kitchen, he swore he could see the boss's ears twitch.

    "Ah, uh, I was just about to e-mail you to not come," the boss said, shaking. "There's something out there in the lobby."

    "Oh, you mean that big chicken wing monster?" Soie asked. "We'll kill that for you."

    "Yeah, we'll take care of those stupid beasts!" Velours shouted.

    "Thank you," the boss said, huffing a sigh of relief. He then turned towards Siorc. "Kid, be careful. And, if anyone asks for chicken dishes, tell them the kitchen is fresh out of chicken. I'll need you for the next eight hours. I'll cook you up a nice dinner later, too." He then shivered. "I'll pay you nine thousand euros for this."

    Seating himself behind the counter, the chimera's eyes wandered. Hearing a monster scream off in the distance, his ears twitched. Maybe he shouldn't have come here after all. What if the other dishes would summon other types of monsters? Man, this place was so close to tanking in popularity, wasn't it?

    Hearing the door chime, the chimera soon saw a group of familiar faces one after another. Rasa, Lechi, Tegne and Rede stomping through the door, the hyena's eyes wandered. These two heard about this place, didn't they? Oh, great, here comes the grand old question. Why isn't he helping with the missions lately? Is he slacking off? If he hears that, they're getting a piece of his mind served cold!

    "Hey, you!" Rasa cried. "Hurry up and take our order!"

    "Yeah, why are you just standing around at the bar?!" Lechi shouted. He then whistled. "Hurry up! Take our order."

    Reaching for a menu, the hyena rubbed his brow. Any second now, and they're all going to ask for a chicken dish. The anonymous blogger definitely sent them here, didn't they? Sorry, they're fresh out of chicken today! Go to another diner combined bar! Fingers tapping on the table, he reached for a pen. Alright, alright, he'll take their orders!

    "First of all, where have you been lately?! Less cases have been solved lately!" Rasa exclaimed at the top of their lungs. "And, look what's happened! Food monsters everywhere! Are you getting lazy?!"

    "Uh, hello, Rasa?! Didn't you hear what happened a few weeks ago at the food truck rally?!" Tegne cried.

    "Oh, yes, that's right, I did hear about that," Rede said. "And, I asked about it. Our faceless friend told us some of us might be out of commission for awhile due to that incident."

    "Okay, so what?!" Rasa cried. "That's long since passed by!" They then slammed their hands on the table. "You'd better be listening! We all want some roasted chicken caesar sandwiches! Chop chop!" They clapped their hands as they said such.

    [My apologies, but it seems like we're all out of chicken!] Slow sliding text across his tablet cried.

    "That's bull!" Lechi cried. "You think we believe you?" They then lowered their voice into a whisper. "Listen here, you punk, we're here to deal with the haunted chicken. You'd better make our sandwiches right now!"

    [Coming right up!] Slow sliding text across his tablet exclaimed.

    Heading for the kitchen, the hyena's eyes wandered as he roasted the chicken. Was this really a good idea? Maybe he should have tried harder to convince these four that they were out of chicken. But, it was too late for that, wasn't it? It most certainly was. Continuing to cook the poultry pieces on the oven, there was a chill in the air.

    Boom, boom.

    "The only one here that's going to be roasted here is yooooooooooooooou!" something shouted.

    Large chicken leg stomping through the kitchen, the young adult backed eight steps away. Great, who invited this fiend to the party? Creature dashing towards the toaster in the corner, he kept his focus forward. Don't award it any attention, don't give it the time of day. There's no way he's going to let this thing win.

    Crab walking towards the toaster, the knife clutched behind the chimera's back. This fiend, if he doesn't act soon, they're going to go after the owner. There's no way he could allow that under any circumstances. Monster coming towards him, he prepared himself. So long, chicken leg, they won't be running now!

    Knife tossed, the creature soon dashed out towards the bar. Oh, great, this is going so lovely! chicken caesar sandwiches soon ready to go, he prepared himself for a battle of bloodshed and poultry. Please, someone, get rid of this monster before something gets deadly. If any single body drops upon this floor, he's out of here.

    Watching as Rasa and Lechi split the chicken monster into hundreds of pieces, the chimera covered his eyes. Did these two have to destroy this monster so dramatically like this? By the skies, thanks a lot, now he has to spend the next few hours cleaning up the mess! Shouts coming his way that he should have assisted them, he rolled his eyes. Does he look like he has the time for that right now?

    Business slowing to a crawl, very few customers had come in as the day dragged on. Taking a dinner break in the middle of the evening, the food enthusiast almost didn't want to eat the chicken caesar sandwich left for him. What if another chicken monster came out of hiding? Elderly couples coming in with their young kids as the night winded down, a large bulging envelope had soon been handed to him.

    "I gave you a little extra," the boss said. "Thank you so much for coming!" He bowed his head repeatedly as he said such. "Really, I mean it!"

    Returning home as the midnight hour approached, the chimera plopped himself down on his bed. Another frantic message from the anonymous blogger about weddings being a danger, he stared at the e-mail about the wedding still being on two days from now. Closing his eyes as the hours winded down, questions rolled around in the back of his mind. Should he try and convince Faxi to reschedule his sister's wedding? Maybe he should.

    ->

    Two days later.

    Client not budging whatsoever, the chimera could feel his shoulders grow quite cold. What if food ghosts were stomping around the reception area? If such were the case, he would be in big trouble. Food packed up in the trunk and ready to go, he crossed his fingers and toes. Please, don't let this wedding be ruined by a wedding cake ghost or something worse.

    "Do you need help carrying the food into the venue, kiddo?" Pira asked. "I've heard this wedding won't have a lot of guests. Some people seemed to have cancelled their RSVP last minute."

    Hearing such, the chimera placed his hand on his chin. People were cancelling their RSVPs? Oh, no, this wasn't good! Faxi told him to make food for at least twenty guests! How many people were coming how? Gazing at his text messages, smoke was ready to eat his head. Only ten people were coming? He's going to have to deal with a lot of leftovers.

    [I will need help bringing in the cake. I don't think I can carry it on my own.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "No problem, I can help you with that, kiddo," Pira said. "It's such a shame all Xena's friends are cancelling. This is supposed to be her special day." He then turned the car key inward. "Well, let's go. It's going to be a long drive."

    Pira speeding off, the young adult reached for his phone. Booting up Brownie Hop Kingdom, a rather strange message awaited him in his in game mailbox from a player name he hardly recognized. SeizeTheDaySix, six? Who is this? Opening the mail up, his heart nearly flew out of his chest at what laid out in front of him.

    [You can act like all you want that you deserved to be at the top, but you know deep down that I'm the one who should have been. But, you'll see, you'll soon get what you deserve.] — SeizeTheDaySix.

    Deleting the message, the hyena shook his head. Who in the world is sending him these kinds of spam to his brigade applications? He swears, some people on the internet had nothing better to do than troll. Heading for the player versus player area, he swore hours flew by as he lost multiple times in a row to other players across the world. Man, he really needed to make his brownies stronger, didn't he?

    Reaching the venue, the hyena could feel an intense chill in the air. Ah, no, this isn't good. There was definitely something here, wasn't it? No, no, no, this wedding is going to be ruined! This isn't good at all. Party of three waiting beside the front door, he could feel a shock shoot down his spine. There's something behind them, isn't there?

    Standing outside the door had been a short blonde man with spiky locks and a lynx tail behind him. Dark blue eyes with shiny pupils, the chimera's cheeks grew pink. Ah, it's Faxi. Was it just him, or was he really pretty in that lady suit? Ah, no, focus, Siorc, this is Xena's wedding! Tall feminine appearing person with long blond hair going down to their calves, their suit was way too flashy. Masquerade ball face covering over them, he turned away. Oh, it's just Naofa. Did the fashion police arrest them for their crimes? Because they should. Young blonde haired woman with glasses and a dark blue dress adorning lynx claws, his eyes wandered. Did Irpa even put on any makeup? No? Oh, well.

    "Hey, Siorc, buddy, it's been awhile," Faxi said, waving. "Siorc's bro, we'll help bring in the cake. Don't worry about it."

    "Faxi, Xena is calling for you!" Naofa shouted. "That flea, can't she see we're busy greeting guests at the door?!"

    "How big is the cake?" Irpa asked.

    [It's ten tier like you asked.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Naofa, you go help Xena," Faxi said. He then stepped towards the trunk. "I have the cart to wheel it in. Let's get this sucker inside!"

    Food wheeled in one after another, the college graduate's eyes wandered. Guests looking extremely nervous, the young adult gulped. No, please, don't let there be a wedding food monster here already. If such were the case, he could hardly take it. Setting the food up in the venue, he could soon feel a tug on the back of his dress.

    Staring at him with a nervous look on her face had been a young blonde haired woman with luscious locks going down to about her backside. Pigtails dyed a bright shade of pink, her wedding dress was white as silk, he couldn't help but feel a sting of green. Xena looked so stunning in that outfit. If only he could afford such a nice outfit someday. Young lady next to her looking ready to cower behind her, he could feel it. Any second now, and that cursed question would come his way.

    "Is it true that if you cater food at a wedding, a nasty monster will show up?" Xena asked.

    "Darling, why you asking that?" Xena's bride to be asked.

    "I just don't know, I can sense something creepy coming!" Xena shouted, shaking.

    Chill in the air getting stronger as he set up the rest of the food, the chimera's eyes wandered. By the skies, what should he say? Should he shake his head? No, that wouldn't be honest. But, wouldn't nodding be worse? Fingers shaking, no words had been scribbled in any shape or form. But, such had only made the situation worse.

    "I knew we should have postponed the wedding until next month!" Xena cried. "Something's coming towards our cake!"

    Hearing a loud roar off in the distance, the chimera's heart leaped at the sight before him. Large wedding cake monster with chainsaws on the top of its head running around the venue, the hyena closed his eyes as multiple people screamed up a storm one after another at the filthy word shouted out in the open.

    "Sodooooooooooooooooooooooomy!" the evil wedding cake shouted. "Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooodomy!"

    "How rude!" Xena's bride to be shouted.

    "My word!" Xena cried. "How can this monster say such vile things?"

    Pure white cake monsters slicing and dicing, the young adult held back the urge to gag. This duplicate, where did it come from? He needed to protect the real cake at all costs! Faxi stomping on through with a machete in hand, the young adult spread his arms out as the beast's chainsaws circled around the cake decoration. If this fiend thinks for one second they're taking this cake down with them, they have another thing coming.

    "Begone, copycat scum!" Faxi shouted. Machete tossed like a baton, a scream soon added itself to the mix.

    "Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiil all brides!" the evil cake monster shouted.

    "Siorc, buddy, lend me a hand!" Faxi shouted. "I hear these monsters are weak to water! Can you hurry? There's a bucket underneath that guest's table!"

    Dashing towards the last table from the left, the chimera leaped upward. This foul mouthed cake monster is going down! Splash. Creature shaking as the bucket had dropped down its liquids, he watched as the enemy dropped to pieces upon the ground begging for mercy for minutes on end. Enemy looking ready to resurrect, one last shout had come through.

    "Naofa, hurry, stab it in the face!" Faxi shouted.

    "What face, you flea?!" Naofa cried.

    "Ugh, it's the strawberries in the center!" Faxi cried. "Hurry! These ones can resurrect!"

    "What do you mean they can resurrect?!" Irpa cried.


    "They just can! Hurry!" Faxi cried.

    Knives aimed at the face, the cake monster had soon been no more. Mess cleaned up, the wedding ceremony had been delayed by about an hour. No further incidents cropping up, the young adult watched as Xena said her vows to her now wife. Rest of the party blazing through, midnight soon grabbed him from behind.

    Returning home at around three in the morning, the chimera buried his head into his pillow. If Faxi wasn't there, someone would have died in that venue. Thoughts racing as he placed himself beneath the covers, the words kept eating him alive. Maybe he should have packed more weapons, and no one would have been harmed. Land of dreams ready to eat him, one last thought took him away.

    The food monsters are getting more dangerous by the day.

    He needs to try harder to eliminate them.



    There was actually a lot going on in this episode, I must admit. But, either way, this is when things do start getting a lot more dangerous.
     
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    Dish 16: Leftovers Zombie


    "Seems like the death toll is rising,
    One hundred people have died

    To food ghosts now. I
    Have to say, the anonymous food ghost blogger, they seem
    Especially wound up right now. It's
    Rather concerning.
    Even though

    I don't know how long they've been covering
    Such a thing, I

    Am starting to think the

    Rising deaths
    Is a more recent development. I'm
    Starting to wonder what
    Is truly going on. I'm sure they're
    Never truly prepared to
    Get told that someone has

    Died from an attack from a food ghost.
    Early on, most of the
    Attacks weren't all
    That fatal. Although, I
    Have been stabbed, and shot,

    They weren't fatal. But, now,
    One hundred people have died. It's
    Likely I might have as well if the food truck staff weren't quick. Not
    Like I was certain I would have

    Died. In any case, I need to keep
    Up the investigations,
    Especially if the food monsters are starting

    To kill people. I can't let them attack my family.
    One thing is

    For certain, I can't let that happen.
    Of course I can't.
    One thing I can't let happen is that. I still
    Don't want Pira and Varg, especially Pira to find out about this. I

    Guess Hase, Leah and Natalie aren't
    Here enough to get caught up in it, but I
    Obviously don't want them to know, either.
    Strix, I also don't want him
    To know about any of this. I know
    Strix knows I met with the Paranormal Food Investigation Team, but

    As to whether he knows if I'm on it,
    Now, that I hope he
    Doesn't now.

    Maybe he's aware
    Of my exploits, but I would rather he
    Not. I don't want
    Something to happen to him at
    The dead of night.
    Every single one of them, I'd
    Rather keep this a
    Secret from them. It has to remain

    Secret. If Pira finds
    Out, he'll get

    Involved, and a food ghost might harm him. I'm

    Not going to
    Ever let that happen. I can't allow it.
    Everything is starting to get more
    Dangerous, and I wish

    This would stop. There's just
    One more thing, I

    Keep getting strange messages
    Everywhere. Brownie Hop Kingdom, my
    E-mail, and they're all
    Pretty charged with anger,

    Jealousy? I don't know, but I think it's all
    One person. And,
    I'm wondering if they did this to me. I'm
    Not sure
    If this person is behind this, but I
    Need to find out who is
    Going around and sending them.

    I can't help but feel they're
    Not unrelated to what's going on. I'm
    Very certain that the person behind them is behind
    Everything. They
    Seem to have gone
    To college with me.
    I don't know who it could be, but I
    Guess finding out, this
    Absolute nightmare will come
    To an end, or
    It might not.
    Of course, it might
    Not be enough to
    Stop this.

    I need to find the

    Culprit behind
    All of these
    Nasty messages
    That I've been receiving. Maybe I can

    Look into hiring an
    Expert of coding
    To find the IP Address of the person sending them.

    Maybe it'll at least solve the culprit. Ah,
    You know what? No, I

    Feel like that's
    A little dirty.
    Maybe I shouldn't.
    If I am going to get my restaurant in Rome someday, I
    Likely do need to find the culprit. And
    Yet, I

    Don't want to resort to dirty tactics.
    It wouldn't be a good idea,
    Especially if

    They're dangerous.
    Oh, well, for now I

    Am putting a pin in this.

    For now, I want to focus
    On my
    Odd jobs business. I
    Do think I'm

    Going to get a few new ones soon. I
    Have to take as many as possible
    Over the next few weeks.
    So, let's hope
    That my inbox is full of opportunities."


    Alarm ringing loud enough to fall off the bedside table, the young adult let out a groan. Did someone raise the volume of his clock? He swore to the sky if someone was in his room the other day while he was at Xena's wedding, he'll give them a fistful! Rolling back underneath the covers, he pressed the snooze button. Ten more minutes, please.

    Dozing off once more, the pesky screeches kept on going. Groaning, the young adult gazed at the numbers. Who set his alarm for four thirty? Had Deigr and Coiote come into his room to look for clothes of his to steal again? He'll need to get a lock on his door, that's for sure. Those two, if they think they're welcome in here, they have another thing coming. Attempting one final time to catch some zzzes, the dream world was ready to invite him back in.

    Violent knock on the door jolting him awake yet again, the hyena buried himself beneath the covers. Ugh, what now? Can't everyone see he's trying to sleep here? He ought to put a sign on his door that screamed do not disturb before five thirty. Pounds on the other end persisting for minutes on end, the food enthusiast removed himself from his bed. Alright, alright, he's coming.

    But, who awaited him on the other end made the college graduate ready to slam the door immediately. Deigr's pesky twin drills on the opposite end, the young adult clutched the tablet from behind him. Oh, great, what did she want? If this was about the vegan waffles he used, that was weeks ago already, get over it. Go have their boyfriends buy them a whole supply of them if it bothers them so much! But, what had been said made his head almost ready to fall off.

    "I can't believe you're still sleeping! Get off your lazy rump and make us breakfast spinach casserole right now!" Deigr shouted. "Make some for Leah, Hase and Natalie, too! It'll make them shed some pounds!"

    Gazing at his clock once more, the hyena ran his hands through his hair. It was four forty five in the morning! Excuse him, right now? Not a please? Hadn't anyone in Deigr's thirty eight years of living on this planet taught her basic banners? No? Maybe if she had asked nicely, he'd be eager to run into the kitchen right now and make her request! But, no, get up and make it right now. Oh, he'll give her right now alright. He'll give her something right now, that's for sure.

    [Do you know what time it is, Deigr? It's four forty five in the morning. Did you change my alarm clock when I wasn't home yesterday? Stop going into my room when I'm not home. And, not to mention, you didn't say please. So, why should I make you breakfast?] Slow sliding text on his tablet asked.

    "Does it matter if I did?!" Deigr shouted in an annoyed tone. "And, why should have to ask, Varg and Pira never do!" Her fingers drummed on the side of the door as she continued. "And, we need breakfast now, like, within an hour! Our boyfriends are taking the five of us on a nice trip to Belgium!" She then wore a smirk on her face. "You're not invited, by the way. No men that aren't our boyfriends allowed!" She chuckled as she said such.

    No manners coming his way, the chimera grit his teeth. Excuse him, he is not a man. And, why would he ever want to go a trip with Deigr and Coiote's boyfriend? He still remembers that time the two of them introduced their boyfriends to mother and father and the disgusted looks those pests gave him over his gothic pretzel dress. He would rather fall to the bottom of the ocean on an unsinkable ship than go anywhere with either of them! Scribbling away, his left fist was clenched.

    [Excuse me, I'm not a man. And, even if you did invite me, I wouldn't go with you anyway. And, if you want me to make you spinach breakfast casserole, ask nicely, or else, you can forget it. Go to some vegan restaurant and get it there instead.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Does it look like we have time to stop at a restaurant?! Who thought you were also brainless in there!" Deigr shouted loud enough to shake the walls. "Fine, please, can you make us some spinach breakfast casserole? Our boyfriends are coming for us in three hours! You'd better have them done in two! Bye!" Slam.

    Door slammed shut, the chimera buried his face in his hands. Oh, great, she's not giving him a choice to refuse, is she? Since when did Deigr and Coiote want his cooking? Every single time he cooked when the two of them were home all they ever had to say was nonsense over and over again. Why should he cook them anything?

    Leah, Hase and Natalie's names ringing through his ears, the young adult slid down onto the ground. He supposed if it were for those three he could make it. Are they all still trying to slim down? They probably were. Cruising through his phone for spinach casserole recipes, one with cheese and mushrooms glared daggers at him. Hopefully this one would suffice. Rolling back on his bed, he let out yawn. Can someone give him one more hour?

    Another loud pounding coming from the opposite end of his door, the young adult was ready to throw hands. Can't Deigr leave him alone already? Please, can't anyone think of the time? Sunrise isn't for another half hour, leave him be! Knob turning, another pest soon glared daggers at him from afar.

    "I swear, you're a lazy blob! Get up!" Coiote shouted. "Why don't you get we're on a time crunch here? Make us our spinach breakfast casserole!"

    [First of all, you five don't have to leave for three hours.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled further. [And, second, I need an hour, alright? I have to check my e-mail and get changed. Could you two please leave me alone? You'll get your spinach breakfast casserole when I'm ready. Now, stop screaming. You're going to wake up Pira with the amount of shouting you two are doing.]

    "Aww, you think I'm scared of him? As if!" Coiote cried in a sarcastic tone. "Whatever, go do your little beauty routine. Bye!" Slam.

    Pesky older sister stomping off, the chimera let out a groan. How was Coiote the oldest child in the Ingne family? He could hardly fathom a guess sometimes. Reaching for his phone, a new unread e-mail soon awaited him. Spotting a familiar name at the top, his heart leaped out of his chest. Wait, that's. Did that say Noce at the top? Pinch him, he's dreaming! Swiping up, the mail opened up almost immediately.

    -Need Assistance Running A Speed Date Picnic in Park Monceau-

    -Hello, you may remember me from High School. If not, my name is Noce, plant chimera. We had literature and science classes together. Also, a cooking class. I heard from a friend you got valedictorian at the college you went to? That's great. So, I'd like to hire you for something, but you'll have to forgive me, it's going to be a lot of work. I hope you're prepared for this.

    I live in Paris now, and apparently, there's a huge speed dating scene out here. But, there's been a lot of trouble getting it off the ground since most people don't like the way people wish to go about it. We want to make it a Speed Date Picnic in the center of Park Monceau. But, almost everyone has refused to help us make the food for such event saying thing such as, 'that's ridiculous!' 'Do it at a fancy restaurant!' So, neither of us have been able to tackle this dream.

    But, we heard that you'll do anything. So, could we ask you for a favor? Please, if you could find it in your heart, help us with the first speed date picnic. It will be held tomorrow. We'll need you to cook everything. And, the day after, you will need to take the food onto the picnic blanket as the guests roll in. I estimate there will be at least three hundred people. I apologize if this is such short notice, but we could really use your help to cater this event of ours.

    Our address is <redacted>, we live quite close to the Eiffel Tower. Please give us an answer by eight, and make sure you take the fastest train possible to get here. You will probably be cooking until very late tomorrow morning. Please prepare yourself for that. Thank you for reading, it would be such a shame if you reject this.
    -Noce-


    Cheeks growing pink, the chimera turned towards the wall. Ah, Noce, he remembered them. They were the plant chimera with the pretty hair. Ah, why was his heart thumping like a drum just thinking about them? Sending back a response, he tried to not hum. Setting up a speed date picnic, huh? Count him in, he'll even take nothing for it, say the word.

    Staring at his bookmarks, the hyena wondered. How was the anonymous blogger doing right now? Lately, all of their entries had been quite frantic. Would this one be different? Page loading rather slowly, a dire entry titled, Do Not Go On A Cave Adventure, Evil Meatballs Might Kill You, the food enthusiast let out a sigh. Was everything back to normal now? He sure hoped so.

    <Do Not Go On A Cave Adventure, Evil Meatballs Might Kill You.>
    Anonymous

    "I'm sure most of the people reading these entries these days think I've probably lost my mind. And, to those people, I tell them, I am perfectly sane, thank you. To those who dealt with the wedding cake fiascos, you have my gratitude. The death toll has not risen in the past few days. But, that doesn't mean we can rest and assume things have quieted down. Everyone should remain on their toes at all times.

    It has come to my attention that there is something going on within the amazon as of late. I have gotten various reports from across South America that the amazon is haunted by various food monsters, especially caves. To those who are planning to go on a trip out to the amazon, it is best you avoid going on an adventure right now, I have gotten multiple reports in my inbox regarding large meatball booby traps attempting to kill anyone who might enter.

    Alongside this, it would seem that at the end of these caves lies wasted compost has manifested into a large monster. While no one has died yet, they are deadly and carrying dangerous poisons, I will need as many people as possible to investigate the caves in the amazon rainforest. I will need you all to reply to this within the next forty eight hours so I can make a plan. Thank you to everyone who has help assist in ensuring the death toll does not increase. You will be compensated fairly for your efforts. And, to those passing by my page, remember if you saw anything that needs attention, fill out my contact form. We cannot allow for any more casualties whatsoever."


    Sighing, the hyena put his phone down. Meatball booby traps in the amazon? Now, that was ridiculous. He didn't have time for this right now. Heading off towards his drawers, a layer of clothes had soon been taken out. Dashing off towards the restroom, a quick spritzing took the stage. Hopping out, he swore he could hear hurried screams ready to eat him.

    Gothic Pretzel dress with the text, Dark Chocolate For The Soul, the chimera tied his hair up into looped braids from the back. This dress still fit him after six years, what a relief. Matching Mint candy hairpins and earrings clicked into place, he headed off towards the kitchen. He swears, if Deigr and Coiote complain about this casserole, he's never making them anything ever again!

    Kitchen populated over the moon, the young adult looked off towards the other direction. Oh, great, an audience. Did Deigr and Coiote have nothing better to do than just sit around and complain every five minutes? If they wanted breakfast so bad, they could make it! But, ah, no, that's right, he forgot! They'd rather whine about everything instead.

    Ingredients laid out on the table, the hyena prepared himself to preheat the oven. Recipe glaring daggers at him, his hands shook. Did they even have spinach? Please, have some. Finding everything in the bottom drawer, a wave of relief flowed through him. Time to get this over with. Please, let this be worth his while.

    Onion soon chopped up and ready to go, the college graduate minced the garlic. Intense scent flaring through his nostrils, he tried to not cough. Garlic so early in the morning, consider him a vampire because he's going to hiss at it. Mushrooms sliced and diced as well, he held in the urge to gag. Why did Deigr and Coiote have to buy ones so close to expiration? Olive oil heated up, he could hardly believe how many eggs he needed to use.

    Olive oil heated up and ready to go, the food enthusiast plopped the chopped onions onto the skillet. Sliced mushrooms dropped into the mix shortly after, the hyena stared at the timer. Five minutes, right? What did he have to add next again? Ah, right, the garlic. Burning white vegetable dancing with the rest, the spinach had been placed in batches for a few minutes.

    Gazing at the salt and pepper, the chimera pondered. How much should he add? Would adding too much conflict with Leah and Hase's diets? Maybe he should only put down a little. Sprinkling down a smidgeon, the next order of business was on the table. Reaching for a mixing bowl, he cracked his knuckles.

    Eggs and milk stirred to oblivion, the young adult poured the mixture over the veggies. Cheese added as well, the chimera placed the tin into the oven. Setting the timer for forty minutes, he let out a yawn. How was it only five twenty five? Was it just him, or was time slowing to a crawl today? Reaching for his earbuds, he scrolled through some audiobooks.

    Ridiculous story about a chef looking for the legendary dragon meat to cook blasting through his eardrums, the chimera resisted the urge to doze off. Whoever translated this novel from Japanese, they sure enjoyed making the exposition slow and tiresome. Maybe he shouldn't have bought that light novel audiobook pack last night.

    Narrator continuing to read on with a passion for the next fifteen minutes or so about an epic battle against a dragon, the hyena wanted to exit out of the digital book application at the speed of light. What in the world was this choppy dialogue? Who translated this? If Varg heard this book's horrible sentences, he'd have an out of body experience. Feminine speaker squealing out in a flat voice, 'yay, let's get to the cooking!' He shook. Whoever narrated this book, they must not have gotten paid well.

    Timer dinging off the walls, the young adult readied himself to set the table. Ah, the spinach casserole was done already? Why did time have to speed right past him? Pausing the trashy nonsense, the young adult reached for the oven mitts. Casserole glaring daggers at him as he cut everything into cubes, a tumbleweed was ready to blow through the kitchen. How strange, where did everyone go? They're probably all packing, he bet.

    Casserole divided onto the five plates, the young adult resumed the audiobook. No one coming for minutes on end, he held back the urge to sigh. Don't tell him he wasted his time making this. He swears, if he went to all that effort for nothing, Deigr and Coiote can kiss their coffee maker goodbye!

    ->

    Thirty minutes later.

    Loud storm brushing past the kitchen one after another, a sea of suitcases had been thrown onto the couch all at once. Loud screeches eating through his earbuds, the young adult shook his head. Why can't Deigr and Coiote for once in their lives think about anyone aside from themselves, was that too much to ask? Eyes soon wandering towards him, he knew what was about to grace his eardrums.

    "You better not have hid any meat in this casserole, or I'll leave a bad review on your Hyre Me Page that'll ruin your reputation forever!" Deigr shouted.

    "Here, here!" Coiote shouted. "In fact, I'll write one, too!"

    Bad review breathed down his neck, the young adult folded his arm into a fist. Who did these two think they were saying such a thing? How would they like it if someone at work snitched on them? But, ah, why feed into their nonsense? He didn't put any meat in it, not a single drop. Scribbling away, his words almost bled into one another on the screen.

    [There's no meat in it. I made Cheesy Mushroom Spinach Casserole, I hope you're happy.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "You'd better not be lying, if I taste even one speck of sausage in it, you can kiss all your future hires goodbye!" Deigr shouted, spinning the fork around on her left index finger.

    "Deigr, could you please stop?" Hase asked in an annoyed tone. "He said he didn't put any meat in it."

    "Yeah, you're being pretty rude, don't you think?" Leah asked. "You didn't even ask Siorc nicely to make you breakfast."

    "Why should I have to ask? We're in a rush here!" Deigr exclaimed. "And, like, besides, Varg and Pira never ask!"

    "Dear, I may not be home all that often, but, you're incorrect," Natalie said between bites. "This casserole's pretty delectable. The spinach and cheese were blended quite well." They then turned towards Deigr. "Is this how you treat your boyfriend when you don't get what you want?"

    Silence eating the room for a few moments, the young adult scrubbed the oven trays. She had nothing to say to that, did she? Look at that, Natalie backed her into a corner. He could picture it now in the back of his mind like a movie, Deigr screaming at her boyfriend to bake this and that. How could anyone put up with that was beyond him. Plates soon slammed into the sink, he grit his teeth. Excuse him, are they trying to break everything? Pesky eyes glued to him, he could feel it now. Complaint central, incoming!

    "It wasn't horrible, but I still think that college only graduated you out of pity!" Coiote cried. "Come on, Deigr, let's curl our hair! Babe's gonna be here in twenty minutes!"

    Party of two zooming out, the hyena wanted to bury his head underneath the kitchen cabinets. If Deigr and Coiote ever ask him for anything again, consider the kitchen closed! They can ask their boyfriends to make them casserole for the rest of their lives. Preparing himself to scrub the plates, he could hear two of the chairs squeak out.

    "Wait, Siorc, we'll clean up!" Hase cried, dashing towards the sink. "Why don't you go watch anime, or something? Didn't they turn that magical girl manga you like into one recently?"

    "We'll scrub the plates," Leah said. "Please, leave it to us!"

    [No, I should do it. Please, don't trouble yourselves.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "No, Siorc, it's fine, really, we'll do it, it won't be any trouble at all!" Leah cried, waving her hands in the air. She then lowered her voice into a whisper. "I'm sorry Deigr and Coiote said all that to you. The truth is, we wanted the spinach casserole. So, please, let us clean up for you!"

    Nodding, the chimera headed for the living room. Strix lining up the suitcases, a wave of concern flowed through the hyena. Brother's neck a deep blotchy pink, he ran towards him. Had he been working in the sun again? He needed to say something, scribbling away, everything trembled as the pen stroked further.

    [Strix, are you alright? Your neck is red. You're still working during the day?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Hmm? Mornin', Siorc, I smell garlic. Did you make the casserole?" Strix asked, yawning. "And, I gotta lot of articles to proofread lately for the paper. Guess the sun's been peeking through the blinds." He let out a tired laugh as he said such. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

    [Yes, I did. Sorry, there wasn't any leftovers.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled some more. [I thought you told your boss you can't work during the day. Please, tell him that again.]

    "I told him, but they won't listen," Strix said sighing. "But, really, I'll be fine." He then let out another yawn. "So, what are you up to today? You gotta another odd job, I take it?"

    [I'll be helping out an old classmate set up a speed date at Park Monceau, I'll be heading for the train station in about an hour. So, you three will have to make do with leftovers for the next two days.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled a little more. [What do you want for breakfast?]

    "You sure you wanna do that? I read about that on the net, and there's going to be over five hundred people there," Strix said, eyebrow rose. He then let out a yawn. "And, mmm, I'm good, I don't need anything. Pira and Varg are sleeping in today. We're gonna go to the ramen joint this afternoon." He then turned on the boob tube. "Wanna watch Ramen Samurai with me? The train to France isn't running for another hour anyway."

    Nodding, the chimera's eyes were glued to the screen. Over the top animation of some swordsman fighting with ramen ingredients, the chimera wanted to bury himself in the couch. Why did this Italian dub sound like a computer made it? Excusing himself as the credits rolled, he readied himself to exit. Small note written for Varg and Pira that there's leftovers in the fridge, the chimera closed the door behind him as he exited the abode.

    Train getting into the station almost immediately upon reaching the station, the young adult made a run for it. Did the times change last minute? Maybe there was a time ghost eating the hours away. Hurrying towards the metro, he huffed and puffed. He should have checked the Mestre metro times before he departed.

    Someone soon seated next to him playing familiar music in their earbuds, the hyena turned towards his neighbor. Seated beside him had been a tall, tan androgynous individual with a dark brown mullet and pitch black lizard eyes. Faux military outfit on them, sweat poured down his cheek. He's seen this person before. What as their name again? Zephyr. Ah, right. Varg's bandmate's twin sibling, he nearly forgot.

    "Sup, Siorc, how's it hanging?" Zephyr asked, waving. "You're coming to Paris, too for that speed date picnic?"

    [I'm helping out with it, yes.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Cool, cool, you makin' the food?" Zephyr asked. "Your bro's always talkin' 'bout how talented you are as a cook. Surprised he ain't comin' with."

    Train soon speeding out of the lot, the hyena placed his finger on his chin. If Varg had known about this speed date picnic, would he have come? Shaking his head, he scribbled away. No, of course not. He's pretty sure he's seeing someone, or he's married to his job. He didn't know, it was hardly his business to ask.

    Reaching Paris after nine hours, the hyena's heart leapt at the sight before him. Why was it so crowded here? Multiple people adorning Speed Date Picnic shirts, his eyes wandered. Why were there so many people going to this thing? He's going to be cooking overtime, that's for sure. Typing Noce's address onto his phone, he almost dropped onto the sidewalk. The Eiffel Tower was how far from here? Forget it, he's calling for a cab.

    Reaching a rather small home beside a gigantic treehouse, the sun threatened to burn the chimera's eyes straight out of his sockets. Was it just him, or had their house had no ceiling? Knocking on the door, the entrance soon opened. Familiar sweet hair waiting for him, he tried to look away. Ah, man, Noce was gorgeous as they were six years ago. Beautiful, short feminine appearing dark skinned plant person with short strawberry hair pulled into buns looking towards him, he waved in silence.

    "I must admit, Cedre and I thought you'd turn us down, too," Noce said. "You'd better prepare yourself, this is going to be a lot of work. You need to make about six hundred meatball heroes."

    "We'll help with some of it, but we have to set up the park," Cedre said. "So, we might have to leave halfway through." They then bowed. "Thank you for accepting, though, seriously. We'll pay you seven thousand for this. That fair?"

    Long pink haired dark skinned plant person with a small robe that looked straight out of ancient Greece, the chimera greeted Cedre in silence. Seven thousand euros for this? Maybe that was a bit overkill. Should he tell them to only pay half of that? Reaching for his tablet, he could feel everything ready to scream at him.

    [Isn't that a little too much? I'm only making the sandwiches, right?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "No, you'll also be helping with the speed date portion, you'll be cleaning the picnic blanket and giving out the sandwiches, so we think this price is fair," Cedre said. "The ingredients should be out on the table." They then pointed their vine at the meatballs. "Make sure you bake a triple dozen at a time."

    Kitchen counter covered to the brim with meatballs, spices and cheese galore, the food enthusiast's lower eyelid twitched. Six hundred of these, six hundred meatball heroes. How is he supposed to have this done by tomorrow? He's going to need to work fast. Bread laid out in front of him, he prepared himself.

    Meatballs placed in between the bread, the gooey cheese was almost pulsating. What was in this thing, a monster? Herbs spread, the young adult kept the momentum going. He had to do this thirty five more times before putting them in the oven? His hands are going to fall off by the end of this.

    First thirty six shoved into the oven, the chimera huffed a breath. Put them in the oven for five minutes? How are these supposed to stay warm until tomorrow? Next triple dozen batch done, his stomach growled. Man, he should have ate something before he left. Why didn't he? He shouldn't have watched that lousy anime.

    Noce offering a rice ball, the young adult munched it into oblivion. Hours on end spent on meatballs galore, the food enthusiast's eyes were practically swimming in circles. Just how many of these had these two premade? Thousands? They probably ordered the ingredients in bulk. What did they need him for then? They could have hired a cater instead.

    Hours dragging by, the first two hundred had been packed and ready to go. Was he even melting the cheese right? Maybe he wasn't. No time to think about this, he had four hundred more to go. Next triple dozen dancing in the oven, he hurried himself towards the next tin. What did they mean the second half of the heroes had to be philly cheesesteak with meatballs?

    Four hundred heroes done and dusted as the evening stabbed in the back, the chimera's hands burned. So many sandwiches, if he drowns in them in his sleep, he's going to riot. Midnight hour soon passing, he huffed. Two hundred to go, the final stretch is here. Beef splattered onto the bread, his knees wobbled.

    Final sandwiches baked and ready to go as the sun was about to rise, the young adult's eyes grew heavy. Please, don't make him go to the park, can he sleep for an entire week? But, such reprieve did not exist for even a moment. Everything packed into boxes immediately, the next order of business was ready to turn him inside out on a clothing wire.

    "I know you're probably tired, but we have to head to the park now," Noce said. "The cameramen arrived early." They then stretched their vines towards the door. "I hope you're comfortable with running. You'll have to clean up really fast."

    Large van speeding off towards the park, the chimera let out a groan. This was being recorded? Please, don't make him run across the entire park, he's begging. Blinding lens soon ready to take him out as he reached the scene of the event, a microphone was dragged in front of him. Pushing it away, he glued his eyes to the man. No comment.

    Line stretching out every which way, the chimera's fingers twitched. Oh, no, was there more people than originally expected? Wonderful, what is he supposed to do now? First two sandwiches set down on the blanket, the loudest announcement in the world soon kicked into overdrive for all of France to hear.

    "I can finally say it! Welcome to the Paris Picnic Speed Date!" Noce shouted on an intercom. "Here's the rules. You will have up to ten minutes to break the ice, and then your time's up! Happy dating, everyone!"

    Blow horn screeching, the race was on. First couple munching the heroes away like they were nothing, the chimera dashed towards the picnic blanket. Next sandwiches set down, the race was on and on. Minutes breezing away, he swore he could feel a meteor ready to crash into him. Why are these dates breezing by faster every time?

    Halfway point soon reached, the chimera dropped down onto the grass. Why is he the only one delivering the sandwiches? But, he knew he shouldn't complain. Right, he had to do his job. Only three hundred guests to go, he can do this. Just a little more, just a little more! Standing back up, he almost tripped on a vine beneath him.

    Hours speeding up, only fifty guests remained. But, the young adult swore he could feel a chill in the air as he dropped down the next set of hoagies. Kid pointing at something, the hyena dropped onto his knees at the sight before him. Bread monster looking ready to crash the picnic, the chimera reached for his pocket. Nope, not today, he's not dealing with the supernatural world of food this time!

    Bread monster disintegrating into crumbs, the food enthusiast trudged towards the blanket. Thirty more guests, only thirty more. Dates lasting two minutes as the timer was ready to reach its end, the chimera crossed his fingers. Please, let this day end before the sun set. Final couple coming in, the horn soon blared.

    "And, that's a wrap!" Noce cried. "Thank you for coming to the first ever Paris Picnic Speed Date! We hope you had fun!"

    Returning to the van, the young adult could hardly keep his eyes open. Envelope slipped into his pocket, he groaned. Seven thousand euros, was this even worth it? Train back home filled to the brim, the chimera was boxed in. Flopping back onto his bed, the hyena could feel his energy die a miserable death as the zes were caught in a dreamcatcher.

    He shouldn't have taken this job.

    ->

    The next morning.

    Hearing a knock on his bedroom door, the chimera let out a yawn. Who's bothering him this early in the morning? He really needs to put a sign on the front of his door that read, do not disturb before six in the morning, but what good would that do? It would serve no purpose at all. Entrance pushed open, everything soon froze at what came his way.

    "Good morning, kiddo, sorry to wake you so early," Pira greeted. "But, a group of three chimeras is asking for you. They said they have a job for you." His tone then shifted to that of concern. "I don't know who they are, but I think you should turn them down."

    "Ya saw that live show on tv yesterday, too?" Varg asked. "Ya know, the speed date picnic in Paris?"

    "Of course I did. I watched it all evening," Pira responded. He then turned back towards Siorc. "You know, kiddo, I told you once before, but you really need to tell the people that hire you to not have you work so many hours." He then gazed at his watch. "Sorry, I have to get going to the construction site." Stepping away, a sigh had soon come his way.

    "Pira's right ya know, that live broadcast went on fer about fourteen hours yestaday," Varg said, hand on the side of his head. "Ya shoulda woken us before ya left." His voice then trailed off. "I dunno what those strangers want, but if they askin' somethin' dangerous of ya, I'm vetoin', got it?"

    Sea of concerns coming his way, the chimera turned his head off towards the opposite direction. Wake up Varg and Pira and disturb their sleep? There was no way he would do something like that in a million years. Surely, whoever these three strangers were, they were probably just chimeras from the neighborhood paying a visit. Scribbling away, he prepared himself for pushback.

    [It's fine, Varg, you two really needed your sleep, didn't you? I didn't want to wake you. And, I'm sure it's nothing dangerous. They're probably just here to ask me to do a job in person.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "I dunno 'bout that, don't ya think they're here pretty early to ask ya to do a job fer them?" Varg asked. "Lis'en, I'm steppin' in if I hear anythin' that ain't sound right, and dat's final." He then stepped aside. "I'll be in m' office if ya need me. They waitin' in th' kitch'n for ya."

    Heading for the kitchen, the chimera's jaw dropped at the sight before him. Spotting a short young adult woman with straight golden locks going past her shoulders, her shirt immediately caught his attention. Graphic tee reading, paranormal food investigation team, the food enthusiast almost fell backwards. Oh, no, did Pira and Varg see her shirt? This isn't good at all. Tiny black pupils and snake tail behind her, he studied the next two.

    Sitting next to the golden locked woman had been a short young adult man with spiky white hair with blue highlights at the edges. Furry otter hands out in the open, he had big blue eyes that were like ocean waves. Matching graphic tee he had a seashell necklace dangling down. Light silver haired young woman next to him with tiny braids draping down her shoulders, a bell rung in his head. Wasn't this Leah's friend, Susu? Why was she part of the paranormal food investigation team?

    Party of three munching on oranges, the chimera peeled the skin off the last remaining fruit. Alright, who asked these three to raid the fridge? Eyes soon glued to him, he placed his hands on his hips. Whatever job they have for him, they had better make it quick. Any second now, and Varg would waddle on in. Time was ticking.

    "Hey, Leah's brother," Susu said in a bubbly voice. "Morning, sorry to drop by, but we need to talk to you about something!"

    "I suppose you probably know why we're here, don't you?" the golden locked woman asked. She then lowered her voice into a whisper. "The name's Valaha, and the four of us have been assigned to go to Ecuador to deal with the haunted caves in the Amazon." She then pointed at the spiky haired person. "And, that otter over there is Linggui." She then let out a groan. "Could you stop playing with the orange peel and introduce yourself? We have to head for the portal now."

    "Shh, quiet," Linggui said. "Yer aware there's outsiders in this house, right?"

    "Oh, right," Valaha said, rolling her eyes. "Well, anyway, you have to come with us. We don't know why, but the leader specifically messaged us saying they want you on our team for this. So, let's get going. Now."

    Dragged towards the alleyway, the young adult's eyes wandered. Wait a second, Ecuador, in the middle of summer? This wasn't going to go well at all. Body feeling like jelly as the portal took him, what waited for him on the other side was like a warzone. Hearing blood curdling shrieks as a cave glared daggers at him, he could soon feel someone's elbow brush against his.

    "Be careful and don't step on the spaghetti traps," Valaha said in a demanding tone. She then rose her hand up in the air. " Listen up, you three! We have to reach the end of the cave and kill the leftover scraps monster! Can I hear a death to the enemy?"

    "Death to the enemy!" Linggui shouted.

    "Oh, dear, do I really have to say something so violent?" Susu asked.

    "Just say it!" Valaha screeched.

    "D-death to the enemy!" Susu shouted, shaking.

    [Death to the enemy!] Slow sliding text across his tablet shouted.

    Finding himself in a gigantic cave teeming with loud buzzes, the hyena's knees buckled. Was it just him, or was there something coming? Balls of spaghetti with sad faces on the ground everywhere through the dark crevices, the young adult gulped. Where did all of this come from? He needed to avoid stepping on it at all costs.

    Something crunching beneath his feet, the food enthusiast's chest grew cold. Oh, no, what's that beneath him? Lifting his boots up, a world of terror stood below him. This angel's hair, was it just him, or was it bright red? Screams playing over and over again, he could feel it. Something was coming right here, right now.

    "Daddy meatball! Heelp, heelp!" the angel's hair spaghetti cried beneath him. "This meanie stepped on me!"

    Jumping towards the side, the squishes continued. Trio on the opposite end hopping onto the other path as well, the cries kept going. How many plates of pasta were here? Gazing at his surroundings, the college graduate did a triple take. No, were they everywhere? This isn't good. He's going to be flat as a pancake before he can blink!

    "Daddy, daddy, help me, help me!" the ball of spaghetti in the corner cried. "These bullies keep stepping on us! Knock them down!"

    Ground shaking, the chimera's eyes opened wide at the sight before him. Gigantic meatball rolling on through, the hyena froze as Linggui had been caught in the meatfire. Otter chimera yoinked towards the ceiling, the shakes kept going. Becoming one with the wall as his meat prison came, everything burned. Closing his eyes, sound churned into nothingness.

    Slice.

    "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" the meatball monster shouted.

    Meat rolling away, the chimera shook like a leaf. That booby trap, if it had been any hotter, he would have been a goner. Valaha slithering onto the cave roof, everyone had been told to hurry and make a run for it. Everything feeling heavy, he could feel the white flag ready to be planted down. Can he really keep going?

    "Ya really think we got what it takes to beat this leftovers beast?!" Linggui asked, huffing a weak breath. "Those meatballs were straight offa the oven ya know!"

    "We don't have a choice!" Valaha cried. "Just follow my directions, and we'll kill them!" But, an interruption had soon come her way.

    "Valaha, sorry, I can't keep up anymore," Susu said in a weak voice.

    Susu becoming one with the ground, the chimera's eyes pulsated. Bright red marks all over her shirt, the hyena resisted the urge to run back towards the portal. There's no way he can do this, nope, not a chance. Snake hand soon locking onto him, he kept running. But, he couldn't stop thinking about the teammate left behind. Please, let him go!

    Reaching the final chamber, a gigantic mess of foods from who knows when let out a scream. Rancid scent kicking in, the young adult resisted the urge to gag. How long was this thing left in the fridge to rot for? Crossbow slammed down onto his left hand, directions aplenty had come his way.

    "Shoot the rotting meat now!" Valaha cried. "Quickly, on the count of three!"

    "Two" Linggui shouted.

    "One!" Valaha cried.

    "Quit forgetting to clean out your friiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidge!" the leftovers monster screeched.

    Arrows aplenty awarded to the beast of burden, the creature had soon rained down its rancid juices of doom. But, such had not been enough to quell the fiend. Creature returning to life, the hyena grit his teeth. Come on, now, why this? Strange ball tossed his way, one final command bathed him deep.

    "Throw this ball of maggots right now!" Valaha cried. "All of us, together!"

    Balls tossed as fast as he could possibly muster, the harvest had begun. Larvae buzzing up a storm, the young adult covered his ears. Feast reaching its end, the chimera dashed back towards the entrance, Susu blinking awake for a brief moment, emergency services had been dialed.

    Returning home in the late evening, the hyena flopped onto his bed. Maggots flashing through his mind, he screamed into his pillow. No, please, get out of his head, go away, never come back another day. Closing his eyes as fatigue ate him up, one last question threw itself into the mix as the world of sleep had taken him away.

    Why did the anonymous blogger ask for him to join this mission personally?



    Man this... went a lot different than I originally planned? Haha. The picnic was originally Siorc going on a date, but I changed it last minute. And, this was the result, I suppose.
     
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    Dish 17: Rancid Gassy Meat Patties


    "As the days pass me by and
    The more people

    That are getting
    Harmed or killed by a food monster or ghost,
    I once again wonder if
    Someone did this to me. I'm

    Pretty sure prior to returning to Italy, I never saw a single
    One. No one
    In school mentioned something like this, either.
    Never. Not even once.
    Though, I suppose

    If someone has I wouldn't have

    Known. There was
    No signs
    Of something like this going down
    While I was in college, but I

    Shouldn't act like it wasn't a problem during that time.
    Of course if I had to deal with
    Monsters while in school,
    Everything would have changed. For
    One thing, I probably would have
    Never graduated, would I have been
    Expelled instead? I

    Don't know.
    I can't say. I
    Doubt I'd have been

    The valedictorian,
    However. In the end,
    I need to find who did this to me. I
    Shouldn't have

    To live like this!
    Okay, no one should. It

    Might have been someone I graduated with who
    Evidently did this to me.

    I'm not certain, but
    That's the only logical conclusion.
    So, it

    Could be anyone. But, it's
    Likely someone from my graduating class. I'm
    Especially certain it can't be
    Anyone who didn't. I'm
    Rather certain,

    As that person messaging me
    Seems like they wanted valedictorian. I

    Don't know, it could be
    Anyone. I'm sure a lot of people are jealous of me.
    You know, I

    Worked so incredibly
    Hard and studied so much to earn valedictorian.
    I spend six years
    Learning to cook all sorts of things.
    Ever since I was a

    Little hyena chimera, all
    I ever wanted was to one day open a restaurant in Rome, and I'm
    Very sure now
    It's all in jeopardy
    Now because of these food
    Ghosts. But, I

    Am not about
    To give up.

    Since I'm pretty sure that's what the
    Culprit wants.
    He, she, they or it
    Obviously want me to give up
    On my dreams, but
    Let me just

    Say this now. I don't intend
    To ever give
    Up. I will continue to
    Fight for my dreams. Continue to
    Fight these monsters.

    Look, whoever did this to me,
    I'm sure that's what they want, to give up. But, I'll
    Keep fighting
    Every single day if I have

    To. It's getting
    Harder lately, though.
    I feel like the monsters are
    Starting to get more aggressive. There's

    Nothing I can do if
    Everything gets more
    Viscous, but
    Even so, I can't back down.
    Reaping these

    Horrible food monsters is going to take
    Awhile, I suppose. I'm
    Pretty sure the cases haven't
    Peaked at all.
    Even though they're
    Now more dangerous than
    Ever, I
    Doubt that

    This is going to end any time soon.
    Oh, well, I

    Might as well keep investigating.
    Especially since I feel like soon, it'll be

    Harder to keep this a secret. I think Pira is
    Onto me.
    What will I

    Do when my family finds
    Out? I think Pira and Varg would not be to keen on

    It if they

    Find out what
    I've been dealing with. But, I
    Need to keep this a secret. If they're put in
    Danger because of me, I

    Truly won't forgive myself, so I
    Have to make sure they don't
    Ever find out about this.
    My family's lives depend on it."


    That night, the chimera had another dream, a terrible, burning dream. Finding himself by the train station, a large ear of corn stood next to him, glaring, daggers on the ready. A loud scream. Stop shucking them, it hurts, it hurts. Choo choo, whistle, the train leaves the station, he's not on board. The maze looks ready to rumble.

    A blink of the eye, pistols going crazy. His back, a target. Eyes shut, people crying. Help him, someone help him. That's the dude dealing with the food monster mysteries across the world. Don't take him, please. Please. Please. The walls rustle, shake until they can't shake any longer. He swears he hears a familiar whistle bristle brew.

    Eyes open, something's coming. A train, but not just any train, a candy train. Chocolate, gingerbread mints. Chugga, chugga choo choo, burning coffee comes out of the smoke stack. It's coming, the train will be here any second. Squirms, but no one is coming. No one at all. Choo, choo, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

    Alarm clock screeching off the walls, the hyena buried himself from beneath his covers, breath growing thin. What was that dream just now? Burying his face in his pillow, he let out a sigh as he gazed at the numbers on the screen. Five in the morning? He swore he thought he changed his alarm back to five thirty. Returning to snoozeville, another dream of terror soon awaited.

    Clock ringing once more, the chimera slammed down the button. Alright, alright, he's awake. Can't a chimera get some sleep in the morning? Maybe he should have slept in until noon. But, no, if he did that, wouldn't everyone get hungry? Forget catching more zzes, he didn't have time for such a thing anymore.

    Phone vibrating off the walls, the chimera reached for his phone. Who's spamming his notifications this time? He swears he had been getting so many spam e-mails lately. Would they ever be zapped away? He swore that when he signed up for this professional client, they claimed unwanted junk would be a thing of the past! Guess those claims were bolder than writing everything in the impact font in all caps.

    Device unlocked, the young adult almost wanted to press the do not disturb button at the flood waiting for him. Funny dad jokes to make your friends bust a gut, Sheryl, here's ten secret techniques to hiding frown lines as you age!, Sexy pizza recipe for your friends and family! Seeing such notifications, the chimera swiped such away. Who signed his e-mail up to all of this nonsense? Not him, that's for sure! But, one treasure remained amongst the trash.

    Unread notification with the title, In desperate need of an expert on food tech to help me out, the chimera lowered his eyes into a squint. Malika? Where had he seen this name before? It sounded somewhat familiar. Tapping the rectangular bar, what awaited him felt quite triumphant. He could feel his energy sapped as his eyes focused.

    -In desperate need of an expert on food tech to help me out.-

    -Greetings, darling, my name is Malika, you might know my brother, who is a famous politician in Germany. I saw his rave review for you on television a few weeks ago alongside your Hyre Me Page, and so, I have decided it's about time I break the ice. You seem like you know a thing or two about good quality stoves and grills, so I have a job for you.

    You see, I am in need of a new pizza oven, and I need someone who is an expert cook to help me find the perfect one out there. You definitely seem like you know everything about what would be best to use in the kitchen. So, please, if you would be so kind as to help us out with this, that would be amazing. But, that's not all, I have another job for you.

    There's been an issue we have been struggling with for awhile now. You see, my younger siblings are ramen connoisseurs, but they can never seem to get it to taste gourmet at all. I would like to request you cook some gourmet ramen as well. We live in Munich at the address <redacted>, and we will be needing you for the next couple of days or so. Make sure you pack your bags and tell your family you won't be available for some time.

    This is the moment of a lifetime for you, and you will most certainly be paid well, darling. Please, respond to this e-mail within three hours so we know that we have a deal. Honestly, it would be such a shame if you said no. We're in dire need of a new pizza oven, and we don't know where to start!
    Malika Gefroren.-


    A chill dropped down the food enthusiast's spine as he read the name over. Oh, great, that pesky penguin family was at it again. Just how many of them existed across Europe? He swore it's like he can never escape these flies. What did they need his help for? Surely, they'd be just fine without his help.

    Rereading the e-mail for a moment longer, the college graduate let out a tired sigh. What kind of person would he be if he rejected something from someone in dire need of assistance? Maybe it was best to just accept. Surely, they really needed the help. And, besides, gourmet ramen? When would another chance come up for him to get the chance to make some? Sending a message back, he opened his web browser up.

    Finger hovering over his bookmarks, the chimera wondered. What kind of message would wait for him on the anonymous food blogger's site today? He did not know why, but lately, their blog entries had been getting more and more frantic. Would another notice about the death toll be waiting for him in plain sight?

    Frantic message waiting for him titled, If You Want To Stay Alive This Summer, Cancel All Your Future Plans For a Barbeque, the hyena rose an eyebrow. This blog entry was sure on the nose this time. Are they running out of steam? He supposed he would too if he was constantly on high alert because of monsters beyond his understanding.

    <If You Want To Stay Alive This Summer, Cancel All Your Future Plans For a Barbeque.>
    Anonymous

    "Yes, you read that right, and, no, to the hundreds of concerned commenters, I have not lost my mind, thank you very much. I'm perfectly well in my head. Please stop sending me useless messages in my contact me form inquiring about whether I'm alright or not. If anyone else sends me one of these messages instead of providing intel, I will be tracking your IP Address. With that being said, there are far more important problems that need to be addressed here. With that being said, I have unfortunate news to announce.

    The death toll has risen to about one hundred fifty. It would seem that I have been getting various reports about food monsters emerging during summer barbeques as told to me by many people, and these reports have been quite astronomical as of recent. So, to those who plan to host a barbeque in the coming days or weeks, cancel them immediately.


    The barbeque food monsters have the ability to poison anyone they come near with airborne lethal toxins as told to me by many, many people. These incidents are growing by the day. And, I fear the incidents will soon quadruple should nothing be done about it in time. This case needs to be dealt with immediately, however I should stress this enough, it might take multiple weeks for this crisis to be completely resolved.

    I will need a big team for this spread across the world. These incidents are not just happening in one isolated area this time. The reports have been recorded worldwide. I will need at least forty of you. I will be needing people to leave a comment within the next seventy two hours. It is best to deal with this issue on the weekend. Do not waste any time, this needs urgent attention."


    Multiple comments already left on the page, the hyena wondered. Should he join this investigation? Right now was the perfect weather for a barbeque, everyone was hosting one. Maybe he should. He would be back home by the weekend, wouldn't he? Surely, he would be. Comment added, his eyes wandered. A worldwide phenomenon, huh? Where would he end up being sent this time?

    Receiving an e-mail back from Malika five minutes later, the young adult's heart jumped at what laid in front of him. He needs to arrive at her home by three in the afternoon? Do any of the trains run at nine? Great, he's going to have to leave a little early today, isn't he? He should hurry and make breakfast as soon as possible. Sprinting towards his drawers, the young adult quickly removed a set of clothing at what felt like the speed of light.

    As the sprinkler of doom poured over the chimera's head, the young adult's thoughts wandered. Malika Gefroren, he swore he heard that name from somewhere before, but where? He swore it had sounded quite familiar. Did he go to school with her? But, he shook his head at such. No, he most certainly didn't. He was mistaken.

    Dark circles underneath the eyes looking deeper, the chimera reached for the concealer. There's no way he can look like a vampire in front of a client. Hair pulled into a middle ponytail on the right side of his head, something was missing. Man, if only he had a few cute scrunchies, too bad. Dark green shirt with a picture of smiling ramen on it with text underneath that read, Slurp Me Good, a long black lacy skirt laid beneath him.

    Matching chopstick hairpins and earrings clicked into place, the hyena placed his finger on his chin. What should he make for breakfast today? Mind blank, his ears twitched for a moment. Ah, why can't he think of anything to make? The fountain of food had run dry. Maybe he should ask Varg what he wanted. Right, good idea. But, as he strutted towards the office, the walls pulsed.

    "Ma'am, you've already told me to revise this chapter's translation seven times! I dunno what's wrong with it this time, yer making this more trouble than it's worth, ya know that?" Varg groaned in Japanese. "I know, I know, ya said that the last six times, my characters dun't talk like dat at all! And, I've told ya at least a dozen times now I'm tryin' to keep th' tone of yer characters th' same! Could ya please stop makin' me revise this? I've had t' ask my boss t' extend the deadline four times now. He ain't got th' patience for this anymore!" He then let out a tired groan. "Aight, aight, I'll revise it 'gain. Ma'am, this is the last time, got it? Yer causin' me to push back my other projects! Aight, aight, I'll get right on t' fixin it, kay? Goodbye." Click. "What is it, Siorc? I thought ya were still sleepin."

    [No, I'm going to Munich today for a job, so I can't sleep in.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [I'm leaving at nine. What do you want for breakfast?]

    "Munich? Are ya sure 'bout that?" Varg asked, arms crossed around his waist. "Yer still lookin' pretty tattered, ya know. Who sent ya that e-mail?"

    [I'm fine, Varg. I can handle this.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [And, someone named Malika Gefroren. I'm helping her find a perfect pizza oven.] His fingers shook as he kept scribbling away. [Could you please tell me what you want for breakfast?] But such had been met with an immediate eyebrow raise.

    "Wait, yer working for the Supermarket Queen?" Varg asked, suspicion raising in his voice. "Are ya really sure ya wanna be workin' for someone like her? Ya know she's on TV, right? She's gonna run ya dry and give ya nuttin' for it." He then sighed. "I dunno what I got time fer, just make pepper beef stew, I guess. Pira ain't got time for anything that takes too long, neith'r."

    Nodding, the chimera rushed off towards the kitchen. Pepper beef stew? He supposed that wouldn't take too long to cook. Pressure cooker dusted off and ready to go, he looked for a recipe on his phone. Finding one that looked quite decent, he cracked his knuckles, it's time for the best beef stew in the history of Italy!

    Cutting the beef into cubes as the oil heated up, the young adult dropped them down one by one into the pressure cooker. Creatures browning, salt had flaked down like snowflakes. Onions and bell peppers placed into the pressure cooker as the meat had been put aside, the chimera searched with all his might for some beef broth.

    Next to none left, smoke was ready to pop out of the young adult's ears. Was this enough for three people? Maybe he'd have to give himself a smaller portion. Adding the broth to the mix, the carrots had been added to the mix. Eyes glued to the pepper stock, he added a few more. Varg definitely wanted a lot of pepper in his portion, didn't he? Probably.

    Meat added back to the pop, the hyena stirred the concoction. Gazing down at the brown mess beneath him, he sighed. This broth is missing something, but what? Ah, potatoes, right, how could he forget the most important ingredient? Whittling down starchy circly goodness aplenty, he covered the pot. Timer set to forty minutes, he let out a yawn. He could use a quick nap. But, he slapped his cheeks at such. No, Siorc, now's not the time to sleep, there's food on the stove here!

    Booting up Brownie Hop Kingdom, the chimera could hardly believe his eyes at the amount of unread messages waiting for him in his inbox. Seven? He had been away for one whole day. What happened, did his team lose a brigade match again? He should have come online when the matches were going. Too late for that now.

    [You think you're so special just because you can cook a little better than the average chimera? Well, guess what. You'll soon see that you're not as great as you think you are, and when all is said and done, I'll get what's mine.] -SeizeTheDaySix

    [It should have been me. It should have never been you. But, ah, forget it. Soon, you'll get what you deserve.] -SeizeTheDaySix

    [Soon, you'll see.] -SeizeTheDaySix

    [That you never deserved anything.] -SeizeTheDaySix

    [Anything.] -SeizeTheDaySix

    [And, I'll make sure you pay. You'll rue the day. This is just the beginning of the end for you.] -SeizeTheDaySix

    [Mark my words, your downfall is coming, and revel in it.] -SeizeTheDaySix

    Deleting each and every message, the hyena's fingers twitched. This person again. He thought he kicked him from his brigade last time he got these messages from them. How did they join again? Didn't he block them last time? The developers of this game really ought to do something about the messaging system of theirs. Why wasn't there a way to report players in this game for strange behavior? Oh, well, forget it, time for an adventure.

    Multiple stages cleared one after another, the chimera swore he could see a weird brownie staring at his little brookie character in the plaza. No username floating over their head, a heavy of wave of unease flowed through him. That's strange, no one hides their in game name anymore. New message notification popping up, he closed his phone. That's enough games for now. Any second now and the stew would be ready.

    Reaching for a few bowls, the chimera plopped the stew downward. But, as he prepared himself to set the table, a loud knock was ready to eat the house alive. Ugh, who's here this early in the morning? Had Deigr and Coiote come home from their Belgium trip already? Please, go away! Knocks persisting, he nearly spilled the stew on the counter.

    ->

    Door bell buzzing a moment later, the hyena wiped up the brown stain on the tablecloth. Great, this is so going to leave a mark. Hadn't Pira just washed this? He's going to have to put it back in the wash now, isn't he? He'll have to apologize twice over for this. Brother stomping towards the door, he tossed the rag away immediately. Please, don't be Deigr and Coiote, please let this morning be peaceful.

    "Who's at the door this early?" Pira asked, yawning. "I really need to install a video camera soon." Door pushed open, there was a momentary pause. "Good morning, sir. Why are here this early?" There had been a long pause between the first sentence and the next. "I see. Then, come in." He then rose his voice. "Varg, your boss is here. Come and say hello."

    Stomps pounding throughout the kitchen, the hyena attempted to tune out the racket about. So much for peace and quiet today. If Varg's boss was here, it was going to be a loud morning. Should he head for the train station early today? Maybe he should. Two hours early would do, maybe.

    "Ugh, boss, I told ya not t' come today," Varg said, groaning. "Why ya here?"

    "Surprise, I'm here anyway," Varg's boss said. He then turned his head. "Oh, wow, is that your silent little chef you keep telling me about?"

    "I told ya a thousand times, he ain't a silent chef!" Varg shouted. "Whady'a want? I ain't got time fer dis, ya know. I gotta revise th't translation 'gain." But, such had fallen on deaf ears.

    "Oh, wow, you guys are having beef stew?" Varg's boss asked. "Can I have some?"

    "Does it look like there's enough fer four?" Varg asked, tone annoyed.

    "Please, just a little?" Varg's boss asked, puppy dog eyes shining on his face. "Just have your silent chef cook some more!"

    "Not happenin! An' stop callin' my brother my silent chef!" Varg shouted. "Fine, I'll give ya halfa mine. Happy?" He then turned towards Siorc. "Sorry, Siorc, hope ya don't mind."

    [Go ahead. I'm sure there will still be some leftover later if you want more.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Nah, I'm good, I gotta busy day ahead of me thanks to someone bargin' in unwanted," Varg said, eyes turning towards his boss. "Lessgo, ya better make this quick. I gotta lotta pages t' revise today, ya know."

    Party of two stomping off, the hyena reached for his spoon. Peppers dancing around the beef, the hyena could feel himself ready to do a pirouette in dreamland. Once again, he had made a beautiful dish. Maybe he should have made some more. If he had time later today while at the store with his client, he'll buy extra broth, that's for sure.

    "This beef stew is pretty good, kiddo, I bet it could even wake up Strix from his daytime slumber," Pira said between bites. "So, what's on the agenda today? You seem to be in a bit of a rush."

    Stain residue glaring daggers at him, the hyena broke into a sweat. Did the stew leave a mark already? Great, he should have scrubbed the tablecloth with a sponge. Is this going to come out in the wash? It definitely wasn't going to this time, was it? Probably not. Maybe he should buy a new one while looking for a pizza oven as well. Bowl set aside, he scribbled away.

    [I'm heading to Munich for the next couple of days to help Malika Gefroren find a decent pizza oven.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [And, her siblings want me to cook them gourmet ramen as well.]

    Serious look painted on Pira's face, the hyena's chest leaped. Why was he looking at him like that? If this was about this Malika person being a famous person on TV, he knows that already. Maybe it was just a coincidence. After all, Malika was definitely a common name, wasn't it? And, the Gefroren family was huge. It had to have been a different person.

    "Are you talking about the Supermarket Queen?" Pira asked, tone concerned. "Kiddo, you really shouldn't have accepted this job. I've heard that the film crew smokes. Are you sure she's going to pay you?"

    Film crew brought to his attention, the chimera turned his head off towards the opposite direction. Why would this be filmed? Surely, she was just asking for help to find a perfect pizza oven. Don't most game shows take the summer off from filming? Surely, this had to have been the off season for that sort of thing. And, it's not like he'd be around the film crew. He swears, sometimes Pira worried a little too much.

    [I'll be fine, Pira. I already told her I'm coming.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled some more. [I'm pretty sure reality shows don't film in the summer.]

    "I see, well, please be careful, text me if anything happens," Pira responded. "When do you think you'll be back?"

    [I'll probably be back late Friday evening.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Alright, kiddo, make sure they pay you, or I'm going to have a word with them," Pira said in a serious tone. "If you're heading to Munich, I think you should leave at eight. The train schedule changed again."

    Gazing at the train times on his phone for a moment, the hyena was ready to rip out his hair. Everything was bumped up an hour until further notice? Great, what time was it now? Gazing at the time, he did a double take. When did seven fifteen sneak up on him like this? Hurrying to the sink, he scrubbed away.

    Pressure cooker clean as a whistle, the college graduate dashed towards his room as fast as he could possibly muster. He had to hurry and pack and hit the road! Small bag filled up and ready to go, he made a run for it. Half an hour until the next train, there was no time, he had to get out of here! Metro pass shaking in his pocket as the locomotive pulled into the station, he sprinted towards the door.

    Metro seats filled to the brim with chatter abound, the food enthusiast's ears twitched. Why were so many people talking about some supermarket parkour competition? What did either of those two things have in common? Nothing, that's for certain. Attempting with all his might to blend in like a chameleon, the chatter continued.

    Multiple teens going on and on about the Supermarket Queen taping live, the college graduate let out a sigh as he clicked in his earbuds. This is going to be a long seven hour ride. Buzz about continuing onward, he sifted through his phone for an audiobook to drown in for hours on end. Please let whichever one he lands on today be decent.

    Absurdly exaggerated story about a monster reincarnated as a human looking for people's flesh to eat, the chimera resisted the urge to press the cancel button. Did a cannibal write this book or something? The inner monologues were a little too descriptive if he was being honest. What, was this electronic tome the author's forbidden desires woven into fiction? He really needed to cancel this audiobook subscription at the end of the month.

    Absolutely wild dialogue making him ready to fall out of his seat, the chimera pressed the rewind button. Uh, come again, what did the monster just say? Speakers crying out, Your flesh is the tastiest of all, I need to eat it the most, the chimera could feel a chill down his spine at the young female voice happily accepting such. Words carrying on, he could feel his breath shorten. This company sure handpicked their monthly audiobooks for their subscribers, that's for sure.

    Final page finally breathing its last breath, the annoying review popup glared daggers at him. Popping down a singular star, he scrolled through what remained. But, he could soon feel a tap on his shoulder as he attempted to do so. Earbuds removed, the chatter had come at him like a tidal wave.

    "Uh, gurl, did ya hear me?" the person next to him asked. "We're, like, in Munich now, could you get up? I gotta tv station to get to!"

    Bowing an apology, the hyena rose from his seat. Huh, they were in Germany already? Where had the time gone? Exiting the train, a beautiful clock tower awaited him within his line of sight. So, this was Munich, huh? Man, if only he could order some Weisswurst right about now. Address opened up on his phone, he cruised forward.

    Reaching a large white mansion, the chimera gulped. The Gefrorens sure were rich, weren't they? Knocking on the door, a wave of unease flowed through him. Was it just him, or was there something in the air? Entrance kicking open, a short, young adult woman with golden penguin crests and blonde hair that went down to about her chest's eyes were glued to him from the other side.

    "Oh, you're the dude making us our ramen before the show, right?" the girl asked. "Hello, I'm Vidame. And, you'd better make it quick. We'll be filming live for the next thirty six hours." He swore he heard her say something under her breath as she said such.

    "He finally came?" a tenor voice asked. "Malika, you should have had your brother pick him up in that private jet of his!"

    Standing in the foyer had been a short young adult man with golden penguin crests, and short golden blond hair that went down to about his chin that had been cut into a bob. Tall slightly older adult woman with long blonde hair that went down to about her waist, he couldn't help but notice something. These three all had penguin tails behind them. Wasn't that bad for television? Oh, well. Not his problem.

    "Domini, darling, I told you I don't speak to my backwards twin," Malika said, shaking her head. She then clicked her tongue. "Darling, when we get to the station, you're going to have to change, that outfit simply won't do!"

    "Forget about that now!" Domini shouted. "I'm hungry!" He then dashed back towards the new vict--, excuse him, new crewmate. "Hurry to the kitchen! We already set up the ingredients for you!"

    High quality kitchen ready to swallow him whole, the chimera stretched out his collar. Was it just him, or was it really hot in here? Maybe he should leave. He was unworthy, right, yeah, totally unworthy. Look at this expensive instant ramen cooker! Surely, they really didn't need him, did they? Hands clapped his way, he cracked his knuckles, here goes everything.

    Recipe for premium shrimp ramen locked onto him, the chimera reached for the eggs. Creature boiled for five minutes, he could feel the eyes glued to him. Okay, okay, he'll speed up! Aromatics placed into the cooker, the meat was ready to go. Tare created, the chants kept going, have it done in ten minutes or else. Hearing such, the spoon quivered. Alright, he's trying his best here! This is so going to taste terrible.

    Broth simmering, the noodles were dropped in and ready to go. Shrimp simmering to oblivion, the timer ticked towards the end zone. Please, please let this be good. Maybe they should have just demanded he made them cup noodles instead. Bowls dashed towards the table, the whispers grew louder as speed eating drowned the world out.

    "Hmm, this tastes good," Vidame cried. "You passed the test!" She then stood up from her chair. "But, we're just getting started! You'd better prepare yourself for today! The film crew won't go easy on you just 'cause you're a little good at cooking!"

    "But our show is about speed shopping not--" Domini started to say, but was soon interrupted.

    "Darling, I thought I told you to keep your mouth shut, didn't I?" Malika said, ears twitching. "Well, anyway, we should get going." She then locked eyes onto the worm's clothes. "Remember, you're getting changed. Don't embarrass the crew, got it?"

    Nodding, the chimera's fingers twitched as a rather cheesy van with the logo Supermarket Parkour sped through the streets. Multiple horns honking up a storm, the young adult wanted to bury himself for all eternity. Please, if they're filming, keep that camera away from him! Dragged into a dressing room, an itchy dress with sequins aplenty had replaced his shirt in a heartbeat. Holding back the urge to gag, he turned towards Malika. He's going to be on TV, not at a dance studio!

    Whiffing up a smoky scent as the cameras had begun rolling, the young adult swallowed a cough. Blinding lights ready to take him out the back, a sea of people had stood beside him every which way. Man, why were there so many people here? Girl on the train pumped out in makeup and scrunchies, he could feel a tinge of green knock him back. Why did she get to wear street clothes but he didn't?

    "Welcome once again to Supermarket Parkour! We are live today with people from the streets!" the announcer shouted. "Whoever can get the most groceries within the time limit is the winner! Staring with kitchen supplies! You have five minutes!"

    Blowhorn screeching, the chimera made a run for it. Excuse him, five minutes to collect what now? How is anyone supposed to pick kitchen supplies in that short amount of time? Ah, no, the timer's going, he'd better hurry up before the game's over! Multiple people dashing in carts aplenty, chaos broke the set.

    Nabbing all he could muster, the timer dinged up a storm like a demon. Ah, no, there it goes. Next few stages ready to wring out his neck, the chimera huffed a breath. Why is there so much cigarette smoke here? This live broadcast, is he going to make it until the end? Definitely not. No, Siorc, pull it together, this is just the beginning! Tune it out.

    Speed challenges one after another the chimera gazed at the time. Thirty four hours to go. What television station in their right mind would film for a day and a half? Ah, no, it's best to not complain. Surely, there would be a break halfway through, right? Race of doom continuing, he swore he could hear canned perishables roll down the aisles one after another.

    No break granted of any kind as the cooking portion of the game kicked into overdrive halfway through the live filming, the young adult's eyes burned. What were they cooking? Uh, excuse him, slow cooked pizza with all the ingredients they put in their carts? Please, have mercy, who's going to watch that for six hours?

    Spotlight ready to eat him alive the hyena's fingers slipped as the pie went into the brand new oven. Ah, great, the cameras saw that just now, didn't they? If ratings tank because of him, he's so getting a bad review on his Hyre Me Page. Announcer demanding the pies be brought to the judges, disgusted looks were glued to him.

    "Hmph, a hyena chimera can't believe Malika invited him," judge one mumbled under his breath. "Hmm, this pizza is a bit crispy, but I can tell you're a decent cook." He then mumbled under his breath. "For a hyena chimera, that is."

    Other judges getting a taste, the dessert round was ready to take him for a ride. Camera pointed directly at him, he tried with all his might not to scream. Please, look at the other contestants, anyone but him! Triple layered chocolate cake delivered to the judges, the final hour chimed. Returning to the mansion, an envelope was handed to him.

    "Here you go," Malika said. "Go on home now. Next time, try to talk on camera, maybe, darling?"

    Returning home after what felt like forever, the chimera slumped into bed. Only two hundred euros for this? Folding up into a ball, he closed his eyes as the land of dreams was ready to eat him for the late evening.

    ->

    Saturday morning.

    Anonymous blogger messaging him to head to the Aukštaitija National Park with his teammates as soon as possible, the chimera rubbed his eyes. Huh, what? Why does he have to head to Lithuania again? Oh, right, he commented on that blog post about dealing with food monsters at barbeques. Was it too late to back out? Legs wobbly, he tried to remain upright. Thunder clapping downward as he tiptoed towards the door, eyes were soon glued to him.

    "Siorc, where are you going?" Strix asked, can of baked beans put down. "Don't you think you should get some sleep?"

    [I'm fine, Strix. I'm meeting with some friends. I'll be back in the afternoon.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "You're a terrible liar, you know that?" Strix said, hands on his hips. "But, I suppose these friends of yours ain't going to wait, are they?"

    [This is really important, Strix. I have to leave right now.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled some more. [Please don't wake up Pira and Varg.]

    "Alright, I won't, but, you could have told your friends you could hang tomorrow or something, couldn't you?" Strix asked, eyebrow rose. "Well, I probably can't stop you. be careful. The lightning's pretty close."

    Umbrella out and about, the chimera reached the alleyway of doom. But, who awaited him was a mix of faces he had never seen before. Tall, black haired man with hawk talons for feet beside a slightly shorter dark brown haired man with falcon wings behind him, a golden haired man with a snake tail behind him soon locked eyes onto him, in an instant.

    "This is the last member on our team?!" the black haired man shouted. "Raven, can you believe this?! How dare the boss send him!"

    "Hon, is there a problem?" Raven asked, loose hair on the top of his head twitching.

    "Yes, there's a problem!" the black haired hawk man shouted. "Look at him, his knees are shaking!"

    "Robin, didn't you watch the food channel with your boyfriend last night?" the golden hair snake tailed man asked. "Cut him some slack, alright?"

    "Why should I, Elenk?!" Robin shouted. "If one of us is weak, it reflects on all of us!"

    Pesky remarks coming his way, the chimera's left eye twitched. Oh, great, this chimera seems lovely! It's not like he chose to be paired up with him. Ah, well, too late to back down now. It's not like hosting a barbeque would take up that much energy. Maybe he should take his talon and stick it in his mouth!

    [Put a talon in it. I can work just fine.] Slow sliding text across his tablet cried.

    "You'd better mean it! We have justice to serve!" Robin shouted, wings flapping loudly. "Now, hurry up and get into the portal, the venue's probably filled, and we have to kill those beasts before everything goes haywire!"

    Leaping towards the portal, the chimera closed his eyes. Was it just him, or did everything burn as he was pushed through the vortex? Lush green park waiting for him, all the signs made his head spin. How he wished he had learned Baltic languages. His parents would be so disappointed in him right now.

    "You! Hyena!" Robin cried, pointing. "Hurry up and head for the grill! Remember to cook at least six of everything all at once!"

    "Hon, his name is Siorc." Raven corrected him.

    "Does it matter?!" Robin cried. "We've got justice to serve!"

    "Yes, it very much does matter," Elenk said, sighing. "Does everyone have their weapons ready?"

    "I'll kill all of those burger beasts, mark my words!" Robin shouted, bow and arrow at the ready.


    "Of course, hon, I'm always ready," Raven said, fencing sword unsheathed.

    Gazing at the grill laid out in front of him, the chimera gulped. Was it just him, or was there an extremely intense chill in the air? Marinated meat skewers placed onto the grill, he could hear screams out in the open as a new challenger soon added itself into the mix for the entire population to see.

    Large burger bouncing about, the hyena soon made the hugest mistake in the world. Whiffing up the scent, the young adult held in the urge to gag. What is that foul, rancid stench? Gazing at the chicken skewers, something wasn't right here. Guests looking ready to make a run for it, something soon stood next to him.

    "No moooore barbeques in the suuuuuuuuumer!" a large uncooked beef patty monster shouted.

    "I can't breathe!" a young girl cried in Lithuanian.

    "Help, help!" another girl cried.

    "Justice will be served to you!" Robin cried.

    First patty crumbling, the chimera huffed a weak breath. This stench, why is it so strong? Slapping his cheeks, a machete had been at his side, in an instant. Ah, no, focus, if this beef patty stays a moment longer, something bad will befall this entire park. He had to hurry! Slicing and dicing, the rotten egg scent was ready to steal the moon.

    Crowd dropping like flies as the final meat patty was slain, an intense wave of dizziness overtook the young adult. Ah, he can't hold out any longer. Dropping down to the grass beneath him, he closed his eyes. Screams coming his way, everything grew dim. He knows, he knows, he's pitiful.

    Opening his eyes once more, an intense wave of bewilderment flowed through him. Huh, where is he? Medicinos stotis, what did that mean? Everything spoken in Lithuanian, bright yellow eyes had soon been glued to him. He knows, hawk man, he knows, he fumbled the bag here, rub it in, why doesn't he?

    "I can't believe the boss made us team up with you!" Robin cried. "Can't handle a little gas? You're pathetic!"

    "Hon, please, calm down, at least he killed one patty, right?" Raven cried.


    "Yeah, one!" Robin shouted! "I killed ten of them! You should have learned to ignore the smells! How pitiful are you?!"

    "Robin, not everyone is resilient like you," Elenk said, sighing. "Come on, let's get you home. I promise I won't tell your folks anything."

    Escorted home, the hyena stared off into space at what had been whispered in his ear as he had reached his bedroom. Multiple people leaving this world at that park, the food enthusiast's head spun. No, more casualties? Not again. When will this end? Snake tailed man soon leaving, his dropped onto his knees.

    Flopping onto his bed, the scene replayed in his mind as he closed his eyes. Holding back a scream, everything burned. Was it his fault? If he hadn't come, would those young guests have lived? Tormented dream world ready to take him away for the evening, one last thought set spiky thorns around him.

    The consequences of these food monsters is getting deadly.

    Too deadly.



    This was completely changed from what it was originally going to be because I already wrote about haunted pizza, and this was the result... yeah.
     
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    Dish 18: Burning Malevolent Macaroni


    "What should I do? It's getting
    Harder and harder to keep this
    All a secret. Sooner or later,
    These incidents will be on the news and I won't be blurred.

    Since, last time an incident
    Had made the news,
    Of course, it was blurred.
    Uh, the ice cream parlor incident.
    Let me think. Pira saw that incident on the news. I
    Don't think he believed me when

    I said it wasn't me. I

    Don't think I can keep
    On hiding this from everyone. But, I

    Think it's for the best. I
    Have to.
    Especially since the

    Food ghosts are getting
    Overtly deadly
    Out there now. I
    Don't want them to

    Get involved and die from a
    Horrible monster.
    Of course, Pira is
    Strong, I know
    That. But, I
    Simply don't want him involved. I

    Absolutely can't tell him. It's
    Rather dangerous, if
    Even one terrible thing

    Should befall him if I
    Tell him what's
    Actually going on, I'd
    Rather not forgive myself.
    The same goes for Varg.
    I don't want him to be a target.
    Never, in a million years. I'm
    Going to just say

    That he's not physically strong.
    One strike from a food monster might

    Kill him.
    I can't
    Let him know about any of this.
    Look, it's better if

    My brothers never find
    Out. Though, Strix has
    Repeatedly seen me
    Exit the house

    Pretty late at night, but
    Even still, I don't want him to find
    Out either. I
    Probably won't forgive myself if the
    Likes of food ghosts attack
    Everyone. Since,

    I'm sure
    They'll be made
    Super aware of my brothers if I do.

    Guess this
    Extends to my sisters
    Too. Leah, Hase and Natalie,
    They haven't been around, but
    I don't want them to find out either.
    Neither do I want Deigr and Coiote to. I
    Get beaten down with insuls by

    Deigr and Coiote, but that doesn't mean
    I want them to be
    Reaped from this world by these
    Evil food beasts. I

    Can't let that happen. I
    Absolutely cannot. Under
    No circumstance should

    I come clean about the Paranormal Food Investigation Team.

    Rip off the old bandaid and
    Enclose this growing wound
    Again. I feel
    Like Pira and Strix are
    Likely onto me, and
    Yet, they don't ask me anything. I

    Keep fearing
    Every single day,
    Especially in the
    Past few days,

    That Pira or Strix might ask if I'm
    Hiding something.
    I sometimes wish
    Strix and Pira weren't so sharp. But,

    At the end of the day,

    Since they're all older than me,
    Everything is probably
    Clear as crystal to them. I'm a
    Rhombus trying to
    Enter a circle. If
    They know everything, I

    Am not going
    To explain.

    There's no way I can
    Have them get
    Involved. I
    Shouldn't disrupt their

    Pretty busy lives.
    Oh, well,
    I need to resolve this soon. There's
    No way
    That I'll be able to get my restaurant

    In Rome if I

    Don't get rid
    Of the food ghosts. I
    Need to keep doing
    This all in secret. It's starting

    To hurt. It
    Hurts acting like
    I'm not hiding something. But, I
    Need to
    Keep this a

    Secret for as long as this goes
    On. My family can't be a target."


    That night, the young adult had another dream, a terrifying dream. Finding himself beside a payphone, the creature rang. Chatter blistering through the walls, the chimera covered his ears. What are all these people saying? They should have been at the top. Not him. He should have been at the bottom like all the other chimeras of the world.

    Ring, ring, ring, ring, the payphone keeps ringing. Why won't it stop? Stop the noise. But, it continued. The constant ringing would never end. Should he pick it up, or run away? Pushed towards the outdated contraption, his right arm moved on its own. Ring, ring, ring, ring. ring. A loud breathing song, a huff.

    Huff, puff, huff, puff, huff, puff, huff, puff. A gruff noise on the other end of the line. A whistle. A terrifying laugh. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. He thinks he deserved to be valedictorian? Guess what, he didn't. They just gave it to him out of pity. Ha, ha, ha, ha. They're going to get him, he'll get everything he deserves. Turn around.

    Something roaring, jerk; turning around was a big mistake. Large gummy bear, big enough to tower over that famous dinosaur movie series from Japan. Stomp, stomp, blood dripping down. Goop, goop, goop, his body was sucked in. Squirming around, someone help him. Help, help, help. Goop, goop, goop, ring, ring, ring, ring.

    Alarm clock ringing up a storm, the chimera let out a groan. Ugh, what time is it? Gazing at the numbers in the corner, he buried himself in deeper. Only five fifteen? He swore he changed that to six in the morning. Coiote and Deigr came back from their trip and messed with his clock again, didn't they? Thirty more minutes please?

    But, a mighty villain soon took the stage. Tickling cough escaping into the open, the hyena reached for a tissue. Huffing a weak breath, he buried himself in deeper. How much of that stench did he breathe in yesterday? Ah, no, surely that was taken care of. Snooze button slapped down upon his clock, he lowered himself back down onto his pillow. Goodnight, world, wake him up when five ends.

    Phone buzzing off the walls after what felt like moments later, the food enthusiast had the urge to toss a pillow across his room. Can the world please wait until six in the morning to disturb him? Lifting himself upward, the morning white flag had been waved as the vibrations would not stop. He should have turned on the do not disturb timer.

    Reaching for his phone, the hacking disturbance tired to start again. Pounding his chest, the college graduate's eyes wandered. Maybe the e-mails can wait. But, he shook his head. No, if he doesn't look at them now, he'll get at least ten more in a flurry. Screen turned on, the chimera almost dropped his phone at what waited for him.

    Seven unread e-mails ready to eat him alive, the chimera did a double take. Wait, hold on seven? But, he knew he couldn't allow himself to get so excited. Six of them are probably nothing more than spam. Phone buzzing as he readied to unlock, his hands twitched. Another one? If none of these were garbage, consider him Miss Popular today.

    Opening up the e-mail application, the chimera lowered his eyes into a squint. What language is this written in? Maybe Varg would know what it said. Didn't he know twenty languages? Spotting a translate button in the corner of the menu, his fingers hovered over the option for a moment. What if it was an AI translation? If such were the case, he will never use this tool again.

    Popup window blistering down with the text translating from Greek to English, the young adult rose an eyebrow. Wait, Greek? Did he read that correctly just now? He didn't, did he? Translated title spitting back out, We In Big Apartment And Two Jobs Waiting For You, the chimera broke into a sweat. Was this really translated correctly? Energy breaking in half, he tried to focus.

    -We In Big Apartment And Two Jobs Waiting For You-

    -Crud, I forgot to turn off my Greek keyboard, hope you can read what I wrote, and stuff. Anyhoo, name's Zinn, and we found out 'bout you through our cousins at a reunion the other day. Are you familiar with Rasa and Lechi? Pparently, ya work together sometimes? They told us you take a lot of jobs through direct clients askin'?

    So, before I go on 'bout that, I just wanna say that we're a big apartment of six and we got two jobs for you. If ya couldn't guess from the title, we live in Greece. An, my sibling and roommate gal of mine run a circus. I know that sounds like a super strange thing to mention, but it's on point, I swear.

    Anywayz, so I'm gonna start with the job my sibling and roommate gal got for you. You see, we're in dire need of someone to help with the concession stands outside while we perform in tomorrow's circus. Could you do that for us? And, we would like you to do one act with us in the end. But, it's a little out there, so could ya hear us out?

    So, you see, we're doing a lion act, and we're in need for a guest performer to try and feed it on stage for our audience. So, in addition to the concession stands outside, we need you to bring out our little Leo's food to him. We promise, he's friendly! He doesn't bite. He won't won't hurt you, he's a trained lion.

    We also want you to make us dinner the day before. We're a group of chimeras like you, so we ain't picky. As for the second job, it's a little boring, so could ya forgive me for the snorefest I'm about to tell you? You can totally reject this second one if ya want, don't care. The others won't, either, I'm sure.

    My other three roommates work at an office and their company is holding a big luncheon a day after the circus. Could we trouble you to make some macaroni and cheese for that and serve the food to the employees? My roommates be eternally grateful if you could do that for them. And, of course, we'll all pay you one big sum of Euros, don't worry.

    We will need a response from you within the next five hours. And, we need you to meet us by the water bus dock. You live in Venice, right? If you say yes, we will see you at noon. And, don't worry about long travel time. We have a special way of getting back to Greece, you see. So, see ya soon. No hard feelings if ya send a thumbs down, though.-

    Our systems detected these messages were sent by the same person, so we combined them into one for you.


    -Quit acting like you're a hero.-
    -You're all washed out.-

    -The person who should have gotten all the cheers on that stage that day was me.-

    -Not you, but me.-

    -And I'll make you regret this.-

    -I'll make you regret this hard.-


    Tickled hack of doom returning, the chimera's head spun. Who keeps sending him these messages? He swore he blocked this address last time they spammed him. He was paying so much money for this professional client and yet, it wasn't filtering out the garbage at all. Sending back a thumbs up to the other mail, he placed his hands on the side of his temple. A circus, huh? Surely, nothing will go wrong there.

    Browser opened, the chimera hovered over the bookmarks tab. What kind of monsters were plaguing the food world today? He supposed it wouldn't hurt to take a small peek before he started the day. Page loading slowly, sweat poured down his cheek. Someone's trying to take this page down again, aren't they?

    Weird title waiting for him once again, the chimera's fingers trembled at what laid before his very eyes. Beware of Evil Macaroni And Cheese, You Will Be Burned Down to Bone, the hyena's throat grew tight. Wait, what? Has the Anonymous Blogger lost it? Ah, no, don't think that. Eyes glued to the page, his phone buzzed once more. Do not disturb mode on, he regained focus.

    <Beware of Evil Macaroni and Cheese, You Will Be Burned Down To Bone.>
    Anonymous

    "Thank you to everyone who dealt with the haunted barbeques. But, I regret to inform you all, dear readers, that many people have died at some of them. But, it cannot be helped. Going forward, we need to try to prevent any more casualties if at all possible. But, this time, it couldn't be helped. If someone had passed away while investigating, don't worry, you will not receive less compensation.

    But, I will be quick for today as this situation needs attention as soon as possible. I have received various reports about haunted macaroni and cheese coming alive in Greece and Paraguay. They are giving those who dare ask for some macaroni and cheese fourth degree burns. To anyone who is hosting an event of any kind, do not order macaroni and cheese, and to those serving food, do not offer it.

    I will not be needing a large team for this mission. About five people will do. If the macaroni and cheese is in an office setting, please rally them outside and take care of them there. I will need everyone who will be joining this to comment within the next forty eight hours. Please try to respond earlier if possible. We cannot allow anyone else to die."


    Seven comments already left, the hyena put his phone down. Great, even macaroni and cheese can turn evil now. Guess he's not making that for breakfast. Hearing a knock at his door, he lifted himself up from his bed. Varg is awake already? If he wanted any food with cheese in it today, sorry, the cheese factory is closed. Pulling the entrance back, he looked forward.

    "Mornin, Siorc, I was jus' wonderin' if yer cool with making some lamb and egg shakshuka today, my band's comin' over fer practice soon," Varg said, voice slightly tired, but his voice soon shifted. "Is somethin' wrong with ya? Yer as white as a sheet."

    Holding back a cough, the hyena's eyes wandered as he reached for his tablet. Varg's band was coming over? He supposed he didn't mind making a couple of extra plates, bowls? Wasn't shakshuka a type of tomato based lamb stew? Maybe that wouldn't take too long to make for four people plus himself. Huffing, he scribbled away.

    [I can do that, that's fine. I don't mind making for five today.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled some more. [And, I'm fine. Please don't worry. I'll be in the kitchen in half an hour.]

    "If ya say so," Varg said, suspicion evident in his voice. "Olann's bringing his siblings over too 'cause they wanna watch us perform, but they dun't need anything. Aight, see ya in a bit."

    Brother leaving, the chimera dashed towards his drawers. Why is everyone in this house as sharp as a tack? Removing some clothes, he quickly ran towards the restroom, breath fading. Closing the door behind him, he snapped himself out of it. Wait, why's he running? Deigr and Coiote are still on vacation. Take this, the bathroom's all his today!

    Loud splashes practically bouncing off the shower walls, the young adult held in the urge to sigh. It was yet another sunny day for his neighbors in their pool. He bet that thing was used thousands of times since those kids were born. Maybe they'll wake up one days as swordfish at the bottom of the ocean, glub, glub, glub.

    White sheet glaring daggers at him in the mirror, the chimera shivered. There's no way any amount of foundation is going to be able to cover this. Was that a ghost looking back at him? Tying his hair into a high side bun, the next cough of doom came. Slapping his chest, he tried with all his might to regain control. Stupid rancid hamburger patties, if any are left, he'll curse their monster children.

    Dark blue shirt with a peanut in the shape of an elephant soon on him with text underneath it that read, It's Time to Address the Peanelephant in the room, the chimera hooked the matching avocado hairpins and earrings into place. Floor length skirt soon on, he cracked his knuckles, it's go time.

    Television buzzing in the other room, the chimera's gazed out the window. Was Strix still awake? It was bright and sunny out. Maybe he should take a look before he took out the ingredients. Clock ticking, he opened the freezer. No, he has to get ready to leave in a few hours. He did not know why, but he could feel a sense that Zinn person might show up in Venice early today.

    Lamb and egg shakshuka recipe pulled up on his phone, the chimera rummaged through the side bins. Did they have any tomatoes? He sure hoped they did. Finding enough, he removed the skillet. Please, let this be good. He's never made this kind of dish before. Lamb placed over the stove on high heat, the chimera added the cumin, paprika, chili powder with a dash of salt and pepper.

    Chopping the onions, bell peppers and garlic minced, the hyena tried with all his might to not crash and burn. Was it just him, or had garlic been extra strong lately? Ah, no, what was he, a vampire? Maybe it was about time he went to the store and bought a fresh batch. Eyeing the tomatoes, the food enthusiast dropped down a bowl.

    Skin of crimson fruit peeled away, the hyena's hands crushed the creature like he was ready to stomp on it and turn it into juice. Did he crush it enough? Maybe he should have just bought tomato paste for something like this. Stirring the paste in, the cumin was next on the spinning block. Please, let all the ingredients be even.

    Letting the ingredients simmer, the young adult read the next instruction carefully. Add wells to crack the eggs? How big did they need to be? Making room, the yolks danced around onto the dish. Seasoning added as well, he set the timer for forty minutes. Please, let this taste good. Maybe he should have tried making something like this while still in school.

    Putting his phone down on the counter, the chimera booted up the game, Mahou Shoujo Culinaretisse: Spoon Jewel, a welcome back bonus bounced around in his face. Miserly three hundred in game pull currency waiting for him, he rolled his eyes. Man, this game really missed him, huh? That was only enough for one singular roll! He bet he'd get a garbage three star weapon if he used that.

    Multiple story chapters released since his absence, the hyena tried to remember. Where did he stop again? Ah, right, chapter one, act five, The Mystical Candy. Why did he take a break from this game again? Ah, right, the difficulty curve made it impossible to continue early on. Did the developers finally listen and toggle the boss fight down so he could get on with exploring?

    Finding himself back in the boss's lair, the same dialogue from last time had oddly been tweaked. Was it just him, or were there a lot of spelling errors in the text? And, why did nothing they were saying match the text below it? Maybe he accidentally switched the game to another English setting before he logged out for awhile.

    Boss beaten in less than a minute, the hyena could hardly believe what he was looking at. Alright, maybe the developers listened a little too well. Should this fight really be that quick? Or, maybe it was a bug from the beginning that it had been so strong. Should he look in the in game announcements?

    Stove timer going off, the hyena locked his phone. There's no time for that. Dividing the shakshuka up into five bowls, a knock was soon ready to eat the door up. He needed to hurry and finish serving this before Pira let everyone in. Hurry, hurry, time is ticking. There's no time left to lose.

    ->

    Entrance opening, the young adult was nearly out of breath as he set the table. What time is it? Eight o'clock already? Maybe he spent too long on this dish. Did he give everyone enough? Maybe he hadn't. Utensils up and ready to go, he scrubbed down the counter. The kitchen looked neat and tidy, right? If it even had one speck of dust, there will a judge to sentence him guilty for missing a spot.

    "Good morning, Olann and Uxi," Pira greeted. "Varg is still in his office, do you want me to go get him?" He then continued. "And, good morning, kiddos. I see you brought drumsticks with you."

    "Mister Pira, we'd like to remind you we're grown adults now!" Soie shouted. "I'm nineteen! Totally not a kiddo anymore!"

    "Me, too, man, I'm eighteen! I've graduated from being a kiddo!" Velours cried. "And, yeah, totes, man. Uxi, can we try out your drums later?"

    "No," Uxi said, shaking his head.

    "Nah, we'll get him, you don't need to go to all that trouble," Olann said, he then sniffed. "Woah, did someone make lamb and egg shakshuka?! Uxi, we need to get Varg outta that man cave right now!"

    Feet zooming past the kitchen, the young adult broke into a sweat. So much chaos first thing in the morning. Did Varg even have time to perform with his band today? Maybe his boss extended his deadline until the end of the month. He sure hoped so. All those phone calls he had stumbled into lately sounded very tiring.

    Varg stomping towards the kitchen mumbling he was in the middle of a phone call revising the last page for the week, the chimera seated himself in his chair. How much time did he have until he had to head for the docks? A few hours. Why can't he shake off this feeling that he's going to be messaged to show up early? Everyone sitting down, a few screeches ate him up.

    "He made egg and lamb shakshuka?!" Soie cried. "Man, we haven't had any of that since we moved here from Egypt!" She then turned towards Velours. "Velvel, we shouldn't have had oatmeal this morning! Why did you have to make some for me, too?"

    "How was I supposed to know we were coming over to Olann's man's house today!" Velours cried. "He didn't even ask us to come with until last minute!"

    Everyone chowing down, the hyena stared down at his bowl. Was it just him, or was he full already? Bending the spoon in the dish, he shook his head. He hadn't even had any yet. Tomato paste dancing around a tickle, he almost slumped back on his chair. Ah, man, that burns. Did he heat the crushed tomatoes a little too much?

    Bowl looking ready to swim away, the chimera almost pushed it aside. Eyes wandering towards him, he kept feasting. Why are Pira and Varg looking at him like that? Room getting quiet rather quick, his eyes wandered. Was the shakshuka not good? If such were the case, his apologies for his inadequacy.

    "Can ya excuse us for a sec?" Varg asked. He then glared daggers at Siorc. "Siorc, we need t' talk."

    Standing up from the table, the hyena's face grew pink. Talk? Talk about what? Did Strix tell Pira and Varg where he went yesterday? Ah, no, this isn't good. He thought he told him to stay quiet about that. Please, don't let them know anything about yesterday's mishap. Taken to his parent's study, pupils were glued onto him.

    "Yer gonna start, Pira," Varg said, arms crossed around his waist.

    "Sorry to pull you away from the table, kiddo, but there's something we need to talk about," Pira said in a serious tone. "You really have to stop taking jobs that ask you to work an egregious amount of hours. Have you been getting enough sleep lately? You really don't have as much stamina as you think."

    "Pira's right, ya know that last job ya took? We checked when that live broadcast ended after thirty six hours," Varg said in a serious tone. "Ya can't keep accepting jobs like this. Yer gonna crash and burn."

    Warnings coming his way, the chimera's eyes wandered. Like these two are one to talk. Sometimes, Pira didn't come home until the next morning from a huge demolition or construction project he was on. And, it's not like he could say the two letter word of rejection to these clients. He hardly gets any to begin with. Scribbling away, he tried to bury a huff and puff.

    [I'm fine, you two. I'm sure I won't get another job like that in the future.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled some more. [And, I can't just reject people who are asking for help. They need me.]

    "There ya go again with th't I'm fine nonsense of yers," Varg said in an annoyed tone. "Yer gaspin' for air, ya know, yer not very good at hidin' it." There was a stern tone in his voice. "Look, we g't it, yer savin' up fer yer dreams. But, that doesn't mean ya gotta tear yerself down t' get there."

    "That's right, kiddo, you have all the time in the world to open that restaurant in Rome," Pira said in a serious tone. "If someone asks you to work any more than ten hours for a day gig, you need to turn it down." There was a sharp look on his face. "We know you probably don't want us to intervene, but if this happens again, we will be stepping in, do you understand?"

    Hammer ready to swing down its justice, the chimera closed his eyes. Man, these two worry too much. Maybe Pira and Varg were too observant for their own good sometimes. Surely he wouldn't have another long day at a television station or live event again after this. He's pretty sure Malika told every single television producer ever to not ask for him to be on their shows.

    [I'll be sure to talk to my clients in the future.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. [And, besides, I'm pretty sure the job I took today won't be too bad. I'm heading to Greece to help with a circus.]

    "Are ya kiddin' me?! No, ya ain't in any condition to b' takin' a job like that right now," Varg said, tone stern. "Ya shoulda said no."

    [Varg, really, I'm fine. I'm just running a concession stall outside.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Kiddo, you should have told them you can't make it," Pira said in a concerned tone. "You don't look well. Can't you send them a message to tell them you need to cancel? I'm sure they do shows throughout the month."

    [I can't, Pira. They're coming to Venice to meet up with me to take me on their private mini ferry. I'll be alright, I promise I'll get some sleep when I'm not working.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "It seems like we can't change your mind on this," Pira said, sighing. "I take it you'll be away for a few days?"

    [I'll be back in about two to three days. I have to serve food at an office luncheon the day after the circus.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Since we ain't abl' to stop ya, the mom'nt ya feel ill, yer to text us immediately, got it?" Varg asked. He then pointed at Siorc's pocket. "Yer phone's buzzin'. We'll leave ya to it."

    Message from an unknown sender saying, heya we're in Venice a little early, can ya hop on over here? The hyena dashed towards his room as fast as his legs could carry him. What time is it? Ugh, this Zinn person was here three hours earlier! He knew it! Calling a lift to the ferry, all breath was dead as he walked towards the dock. Spotting a androgynous green skinned frog person with a grey mullet and tiny striped shirt, their frog legs looks ready to hop away.

    "There ya are, heya, sorry, I was so 'cited that I came through the secret passage early!" Zinn exclaimed. They then whispered. "But, don't let anyone find out 'bout that, kay?" They then faked a cough. "Kay, hop on my boat. My roommates can't wait to meetcha! You don't mind making us food while we drill ya on how th' circus works, right?"

    Nodding, the hyena hopped onto the mini ferry, creature moving all on its own, something peculiar took place as a warping portal took the stage. Uh, what's going on here? Just how many of these instant travel vortexes existed? Greece awaiting him on the other side, his eyes practically glowed. So, this was the world where the Olympics was invented. Can the people in charge add cooking wars as a sport for the next one?

    Taken to a large apartment complex, the hyena's jaw almost dropped at the housing laid out in front of him. A high rise with four bedrooms?! He knew his house was huge, but man, everything looked so pristine here. Holding in a cough, he tried to focus. But, a scream soon brought him back down to earth.

    "Ya'll, the hero of the hour's finally here!" Zinn shouted. "Down and out, front and center!" Stomp, stomp, stomp.

    "I thought you said you weren't going to use that secret portal Rasa told you about!" an annoyed voice shouted.

    "Yeah, that's right!" another voice shouted. "I can't believe you!"

    Shouting in the corner had been an androgynous individual with a short blue asymmetric bob cut. Alligator body peeking through their shirt that barely fit them, the young adult placed his finger on his chin. Wasn't this Peltro, the Every Size Fits Me act in the circus? He believed so. Brown haired bird woman with her hair tied up by a scrunchie, he scanned through his foggy brain. Ah, she was Bird Dancer Gwendolyn. He remembers her. She toured in Italy once. Wasn't she three years older than him?

    "Gwennol, I told ya I was gettin' him early, and I told ya that too, Peltro," Zinn said.

    "Well, you should have waited, or better yet, hired someone else!" Peltro shouted. "Look at him, does he look like he's in the shape to run our concession stand tomorrow?!"

    "It's Gwendolyn!" Gwendolyn shouted. "And, this guy looks pale as a ghost!" She then sighed. "Maybe that's what he naturally looks like, I don't know." But, three other voices soon followed.

    "Babe, why are ya shoutin?" another voice asked.

    "It's almost ten in the morning," another voice groaned.

    "Yeah, too early for this," a third voice groaned.

    Yawning in the back had been a tall black haired bird man with a striped red shirt. This must be the office group. Spiky white haired otter man in the corner beside a white haired otter woman with a ponytail, he rose an eyebrow. Were these three part of the circus as well? Probably not. He guessed it didn't matter.

    "Don't call me babe, Lonan!" Gwendolyn shouted. "And, Huxian, Pixiu, it's not early anymore!"

    "Whatevs, bro, can the dude just make the fajita bowls already?" Lonan asked.

    "This early?" Huxian asked.

    "Spices this early in the morning is going to burn your brain, you know," Pixiu groaned.

    "They ain't gonna burn no brains!" Zinn shouted. "Sorry, your name is Siorc, right? Can ya make the fajita bowls? You can rest all ya like after that if ya need. We'll show you to the kitchen."

    Expensive kitchen waiting for him, the vegetables and bowls had been already laid out in front of him. Man, this Lonan person must have been really hungry. Six fajita bowls made, another pesky hack broke through as the garlic dropped itself downward. Why is this stuff eating him alive lately?

    Offered the guestroom after a two hour briefing on how to run the concession stand, the party of six switched on a movie series for the rest of the day. Wizardly Wound Up films one through eight played all in a row, he could feel the nerves kick in at what Zinn told him towards the end of the day. Expect lines to be very long tomorrow. Oh, no, he's not ready for this at all!

    The next day.

    Event dome packed to the brim, an intense wave of dizziness ate the young adult for breakfast. Maybe he should have rejected this job after all. Food machines looking ready to burst into flames at any given time, he huffed. Please, please don't let anything go wrong today. Don't let there be any single food monsters inside these machines.

    Counting the heads of the line, the young adult's eyes swam in the crowd. There were over three hundred people on line here! Would he be able to serve everyone before the show started? What if it gets longer? He's going to giving people popcorn, cotton candy, caramel corn and soda until it's time to feed the lion, isn't he? Crowd running towards him, demands came his way.

    "Popcorn, please, lots of butter," the first person demanded. "Oh, and we want a big tub of it for the five of us and a lot of soda."

    [Small or large cup?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Are your lips broken, dude?" the customer asked. "Whatever, large cup for all of us."

    Fountain soda cups filled up, the chimera's ears twitched as multiple people talked at once. One at a time, please! Many kids hopping up and down asking for corndogs, he popped them on the turning grill in the corner. How long did he have to put these in for? Reading the instructions, he tried to not gasp. Three minutes?! Is that really enough time to let these cook?!

    "Can we put the mustard on ourselves, please?" the young kid asked, pointing.

    [You only get two squirts.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Mommy, why am I only allowed two squirts?!" the young kid asked.

    "Because there's a lot of people on line, squirt," the mother said.

    Multiple customers swimming by all at once, the chimera's head pounded. Can this venue hall really hold five hundred people? He swore when he last looked, two hundred more people came on the line! Just how long until the show? Peeking at the blinding neon sign in the corner, confusion laid over him. One hour until showtime? Can he really clear out this line before then? No, probably not.

    Hundreds of corn dogs cooked three minutes each, he could hear the words that's it shouted multiple times. Many others complaining about the prices, he tried to tune it out. What's he supposed to do about it? He didn't set them! Whoever usually works at this concession stand did. Blame them for being money hungry, not him!

    Crowd looking about halfway cleared out, the loud showtime noises soon played. Please, please, please, can the remaining two hundred fifty people run along now? He can't take another complaint. No more, please. No more whining about not being allowed to have more than two squirts of mustard, he's begging.

    At least a hundred more people asking for caramel corn, a sigh of relief flowed through the young adult. Finally, something he didn't have to cook. Please, can this long nightmare end soon? How many more people were on this line? Fifty? That sounded about right. No more corn dogs or cheese fries, please, they're running out.

    Hours flashing by in a flash, a finger soon tapped his shoulder. Huh, what? What time is it? When did he fall asleep? Alligator eyes glued onto him, he broke into a sweat. Oh, that's right, he's supposed to feed their lion on stage for an act today. How could he forget the most important thing? Bag of meat slammed down in his hands, he chest grew tight. Should he really be doing this? What if he attacks him?

    "Get on stage, now!" Peltro cried. "You know, if you're still not feeling well, you should have told us this morning."

    "Too late for that now, isn't it?" Gwendolyn asked, sighing. "You want to back out? You're not scared of lions, are you?"

    [No. I'm fine, let's go.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Alright, whatever," Peltro responded. "Hurry on stage. And, remember, slowly approach Leo and toss the meat to him."

    ->
    Moments later.

    Walking on the circus stage, an oddly small lion paced around the stage growling. Uh, was this really the mad brave Leo advertised on the brochures? Maybe this was Leo's cub. Tiptoeing onto the stage, a bright light was ready to burn his eyes away. Announcement kicking in, he heard a clown nose boop.

    "And, here's our guest, Siorc, the Mad Cook!" Zinn exclaimed. "He's gonna feed Leo, does he got what it takes?"

    Gulping, the hyena's eyes wandered. Was this lion really friendly? Maybe he should back out. Right, now's a good time as any to turn around! But, no, that would make him look like a chicken, wouldn't it? Probably. Lion's eyes glued to him, he gulped, here goes. Food bowl in the corner, he crab walked towards it.

    Toss.

    Leo jumping straight towards the food bowl, a surprising turn of events took the stage. Lion dashing towards him, their fur snuggled up against him. Rough tongue plastered upon his cheek, the chimera's cheeks were bright red. What just happened? Was this part of the script? Please tell him it wasn't!

    "Did ya see that folks? Leo must really like him!" Zinn shouted. "That's all folks! We hope ya enjoyed!"

    Returning to the apartment, the chimera slumped onto the guest bed after washing his face for a good long hour. Man, that slimy lion wouldn't stop slobbering all over him! He was nice alright, way too nice for his own good! Closing his eyes, the circus dragged itself down within into dreamland alongside the cheese grater.

    The next morning.

    Jolted awake, the young adult groaned. Is it just him, or was his chest burning? Shaking it off, a terrible wave of news practically threw him off a cliff. Lonan and Huxian demanding he make macaroni and cheese for the luncheon, everything froze. No, that's a bad idea! Please, consider anything else.

    "Oh, please, it's just macaroni and cheese, calm down," Pixiu said. "It's not like it's going to come alive and burn people."

    "It might," Huxian said, eyes closed. "You heard the rumors."

    "And, that's all they are. Rumors," Pixiu said. "Does it matter? Even if the supernatural existed, Lonan put those stupid seals all over the apartment."

    "That's right, so no ghost can come in here!" Lonan shouted. "Hurry up and make the food."

    Chill in the room as he made the macaroni and cheese, the chimera's eyes wandered to a chicken recipe. Please, let everyone want chicken instead of pasta this time. Tins of food loaded up into the car as the hour drew near, a strong sense of doom tickled him from behind as the office pulled in.

    Icy dining hall ready to swallow him whole as he set up the food tins, the chimera's heart the cook shirt grew itchy. Maybe he should ask the director to cancel this luncheon. Right, there's still time! Macaroni tin shaking, he gulped. Something's definitely coming. This is bad, terrible, awful. Please, no one ask for the macaroni and cheese!

    "Why are you looking so nervous for?" Pixiu asked. "I told you, supernatural stuff isn't real. Now, the luncheon will start in twenty minutes. Either give a fancy smile, or prepare to get chewed out by the director."

    Putting on his best smile, the chimera shivered once more. Man, why is this office so cold? It's not that hot out today. Plopping down the other tins of food, the macaroni and cheese one continued to shake. Oh, no, this is bad. Something is definitely going to pop out of that thing any second now!

    Twenty minutes passing by in a flash, the young adult drummed his fingers on the metal tin as loads of people came by. Everyone wearing macaroni and cheese lovers aprons, the food enthusiast broke out into barely audible laugh. This is going to end deadly, isn't it?

    "Hi, gimme all the mac n cheese that can fit in this cup!" the first employee said. "Man, I've been waiting for this luncheon all week!"

    "I'd like two cups of mac n cheese if that's alright," the second employee said.

    Everyone asking for macaroni and cheese, the hyena gazed downward at the tin. Is it just him, or did every single noodle have an angry face on them? Should he say they're all out? Maybe he should. But, he knew that wouldn't be believable. Employees sitting down, the walls shook all at once. People crying quake, the college graduate tried to hang on.

    "My macaroni and cheese, it's come alive!" an employee cried.

    "Get buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurned!" the evil macaroni cried.

    Evil macaroni's tubes squishing, hot boiling cheese had been drenched on the employee's lower abdomen. Shirt burning away straight off, the hyena's head spun as the skin stomach oozed as it boiled black. Further victims taken one after another, the screams shook the walls.

    AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

    "Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurn, buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurn, macaroni lovers!" the evil macaroni cried.

    Multiple people's stomachs boiling with ooze in seconds, the young adult let out a scream. He had to hurry and do something! This can't go on! Larger than normal fork seated in his right hand, the big piece of macaroni waddled towards him. No, please, don't burn his stomach too! He can't afford another hospital bill!

    "Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurn, buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurn, you dumb cook!" the evil macaroni cried. Squirt.

    Jumping to the left, the hyena slapped his palm on his face. Oh, brother, this macaroni sure adored saying burn! Pixiu caught in the cheesefire, the fork pulsated in his hand. He had to hurry. Where should he strike? Looking at the tubes, he jumped towards the back. Okay, Evilroni, it's time to die!

    Creature sliced in half, the fight continued for minutes on end. Multiple employees dropping like flies, the young adult covered his eyes. So many people, so many burns, what should he do? Pixiu huffing and puffing as the final macaroni was slain, she reached for the food enthusiast's hand, grip weakening.

    "Fine, the supernatural exist," Pixiu said, huffing. "Hurry, call for an ambulance." She then screamed. "Aah, my stomach! Please, hurry."

    Emergency services dialed, the director spoke to the hyena in private after the situation was assessed. Told he will give him extra for helping at the hospital, the young adult returned home. Intense wave of tiredness devouring him, the chimera slumped into his bed. Burning screams flashing through his mind as dreamland kicked on through, one last thought took him away.

    The casualties are growing.

    He needs to try harder to prevent anything worse from befalling from here on.



    This is definitely...something. Wow. Next week, things are going to really start to get wild... we're not in the final stretch quite yet, though.
     
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    Dish 19: Wine Glass Monsters


    "It hurts to breathe. Ever since the rancid party incident, I feel as
    Though I am running a marathon. Maybe I

    Had been alright for a bit while I was in Greece, but
    Ugh, my chest has been so tight. That
    Rancid patty, what did it do
    To me? Last night after going to
    Sleep for a little while, I

    Tried making dinner for Pira, Varg and Strix, and for
    One reason or another, I

    Began hacking uncontrollably. Good thing they didn't hear that. But, I am
    Rather certain they'll
    End up stopping me from taking
    A job today. I wonder if it's
    Time, should I tell them what really
    Happened? Should I tell them
    Everything? That I'm investigating food ghosts?

    Maybe not.
    Ah, just thinking about that,
    Yikes I feel like I'm about to
    Break out into an
    Endless coughing fit.

    I think they're going to

    Stop me from working today, but I
    Have to do a job if I get
    One. I can't refuse.
    Ugh, here's another cough.
    Look, food ghosts
    Don't rest, so

    Neither should I. If I take time
    Off from my per diem services,

    It'll pile up, and I

    Can't ignore the food ghosts.
    At this point, it's
    Not improving, in fact
    The attacks are getting worse. I can't

    Rest. I'm sure
    Everything will be fine. I'm
    Sure this
    Thing going on within me will

    Not last forever.
    Of course, surely,
    This will clear up.

    When? I
    Hardly know, but
    Everything is fine. I
    Need to keep working.

    Pira and Varg seem
    Especially concerned about me, though.
    Over dinner last night, I'm
    Pretty sure everyone had their eyes on me. I feel
    Like I haven't been good at hiding this.
    Everyone staring

    At me is spoiling my appetite. I'd
    Rather they don't stare.
    Eh, in any case, I'm

    Starting to wonder again who did
    This to me.
    I don't think I always had this
    Little supernatural sense to deal with
    Large food ghosts problems,

    But now that I've
    Ended up
    In this mess,
    Now it's
    Getting to be undeniable. I

    Keep thinking
    It's because of someone. It's
    Likely. Very
    Likely someone
    Ended up
    Doing this to me.

    But, who? I have
    Yet to

    Fill in the blanks
    Of such, but
    One thing is for sure, I
    Don't want to rule out people I

    Graduated with, I
    Have a feeling
    One of the people I graduated with did
    Something to me.
    To be honest, it's
    Starting to line up.

    It's far from one hundred percent
    Likely, but I'll say it's seventy five percent
    Likely to

    Be on the safe side.
    Even still, I cannot

    Fathom who
    It could be, I
    Never counted how many students I
    Ended up going to college with.

    It could have
    Literally been hundreds,
    Likely thousands. No,

    Hundreds. Agh,
    Ah, just thinking about this is making me
    Very dizzy. I need to
    Effectively find

    The culprit.
    Of course, I doubt they'll come forward,

    But I have my suspects. But, let's
    Remove these thoughts for now.
    Unless they come forward, I
    Should focus on today, I think I
    Have a job waiting

    In my inbox.
    That multicultural restaurant in Rome won't

    Open itself.
    For now, I need to
    Focus on today. Investigating the culprit can wait."


    That night, the chimera had another dream, a peculiar dream. Finding himself in a long field of corn, the hyena ran. Huff, puff, huff, puff, breath short, the college graduate turned his head. Someone else is here, someone tough. Where? Whistle blowing, go, move on, keep going; keep trucking along. The stalks looked ready to fall out of their casing by the second.

    Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, ca caw, the crows were coming, the crows were coming. They were ready to drop down fast. Where were they coming from? How did they get here? Forget it, keep running. Huff, puff, huff, puff, breath getting shorter. Everything feels tight. Should he stop? No, where did the exit go? Keep going.

    Aaaah, aaaahh, scream everywhere, chaos falling loose, someone running towards him. Bam, bam, bam, bullets flying, person dropping down, more bodies piled up. Aah, aah, this corn is a monster, someone help. But, no one helped. Run, run, get out of here. The big corn is coming. Move on. Huff, puff, huff, puff.

    A distorted figure with a gazelle backside. Eyes glued. A voice of terror. He'll pay for all this, he'll pay for everything. Why him? He didn't deserve it. He never deserved it. Click, a weapon raised, the bullets dance. In the left hand, a popcorn kernel is ready to pop on its own. Boom, a sudden crack of thunder emerges.

    Waking up in the middle of the night, the young adult huffed and puffed a weak breath. What was that just now? Hands on his chest, he tried to hold back a hack. What time is it? Gazing at his clock, everything burned. Two in the morning? Man, the thunder is so loud. Another crackle dropping down, the hacking storm took the chimera away.

    Control dead, the chimera reached for a tissue. Hearing a broom outside the hyena tried with all his might to kill the woofs. Please, please dry demon from within, begone before someone comes in here. But, such would not come to pass. Footsteps coming towards him, boots were hopped out of at the speed of rain hitting the window.

    "Siorc, you okay?" Strix ask, tone concerned. "That doesn't sound good. Maybe I should wake Pira."

    Taking a long deep breath, the chimera placed his hands on the side of his neck. Wake Pira up now? No, please don't. Didn't he have a long day at the construction site again? The last thing anyone needed right now is a half asleep Pira. That would awaken the past midnight beast. Hack attempting to return, he reached for his tablet.

    [I'm fine, Strix. Please, don't wake Pira. Let him sleep.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. But, as he put the device down, his chest burned. Ah, no, not again, please.

    "I dunno about that, you don't seem fine to me," Strix said, arms crossed around his waist. "But, I won't wake him." He then stepped towards the door. "I'll get you some water."

    Brother stepping out, the hyena buried himself underneath the covers. This pesky pain in the side, why can't this monster go away already? Surely, that rancid patty stench had gone the way of the dinosaurs by now. Glass of water brought to him, his eyes were glued to it. Heated liquid down the hatch, a weighted blanket had soon been dropped down upon him.

    "Ya know, I really think I should wake Pira, you've been looking a lot worse since you came back from Greece," Strix said in a concerned tone. "You sure you don't want me to wake him?"

    [Please, don't wake Pira. He had a long day. Don't disturb him.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "If you insist, I won't wake him," Strix said, eyes closed for a moment. "Since things seemed to have calmed down, I'll let you sleep now." As he said such, his hands were on the door. "Goodnight."

    Door shut tight, the chimera closed his eyes. Intense wave of tiredness eating him alive, the dream world was about ready to take one for the team once more. Rain pattering up a storm as the zzes were ready to catch up with him, everything had begun to fade away like a rainbow in the sky after a sun shower.

    Alarm clock letting its rampage be known to him hours later, the young adult let out a groan. What time is it now? Five thirty? Hack of doom ready to let itself out into the open, the college graduate closed his eyes. Can he have another half hour, please? Slapping down the snooze button, everything felt like a rocket ship ready to explode.

    Phone buzzing up a storm, another cough released itself out into the open. Why can't people wait before spamming him? He should have put his device on do not disturb before he went back to sleep. Too late for that now, he supposed. Reaching for his device, he prepared himself for a million unread messages.

    Five unread messages waiting for him, the food enthusiast's energy dropped off a cliff. Why do so many people want his attention today? Maybe he should decline a few of these jobs. But, ah, no, some of this was probably just unwanted spam again, same as always. Why couldn't this provider do its job and purge it all like they were supposed to?

    Opening up his e-mail, the hyena's breath blew away at the name waiting for him. No, not the Gefrorens again. Just how many of those chimeras planned to contact him at this point? Ah, great, whatever job they wanted, they probably aren't going to let him refuse, were they? Might as well just get this over with. Eyes focused, his head spun as he read away.

    -We Demand You Assist Us In Cooking For Our Guests At Our High Esteemed Country Club-

    -I'm sure a lowly peasant like you knows our name by now. I am Marquis Gefroren, relative of Konig, and he left a stellar review about you on Hyre Me. So, you can cook just a little, can you? Well, we have a job offer for you that you simply cannot refuse. You see, my brother Esquire and I are short on chefs for the next couple days or so, and we need you to cook our high pristine dishes and take care of the country club in our other employee's stead.

    We currently lack multiple core employees at the moment who have all gone on to Vietnam for some reason, and thus, we need you to fill in the gap. We need you for eight hours for the next week or so. Prepare to empty your pathetic schedule for us. You will be paid fairly for your work when your week tenure is up with us. Our country club is in <redacted> within Treviso and is high quality, so you'd better dress appropriately. Don't you dare make us look bad!

    And, as we said above we shall not allow you the option to refuse. So, reply as soon as possible with your address as we will be coming for you at around noon today. And, if even one of our guests complain your food isn't good, consider your week long agreement with us terminated immediately. Consider yourself lucky we picked you at all, it is an honor to even be in the same room as us.-


    Gefroren name ready to roast his eyes, the chimera's fingers shook. Ugh, not this family again. They weren't giving him an option to refuse? He supposed he had no choice in the matter. Hitting the reply button, he typed in his address. Should he really be doing this? Maybe he should just stay home today. Ah, well, too late for that, he supposed. Opening the next e-mails, a pesky hack took him away.

    -You're still playing he hero, I can't believe you. You, the silent fool. You're not a hero at all, you're just a monster in hero's clothing.-

    -I can't believe you still think that you deserved that honor up on stage. You never did. And, I'll make you pay.-

    -I'll make you pay for the rest of your life.-


    -Say your prayers. You'll be needing them.-

    Face growing hot, the hyena set his phone aside. Who is this person and why do they keep messaging him? And, why couldn't he block this address no matter how hard he tried? This person, whoever they were, they sure had a lot of time on their hands. Please, get a life. Knock on the other end of the door, he hit his chest. Please, don't let Varg's band be coming over today. No more extra mouths to feed.

    Turning the entrance back, Strix eyes were glued to him. Turning his head towards the window, the chimera's eyes wandered. Why is he still awake? It's sunny out. Reaching for his tablet, he prepared himself. If any band members or bosses needed feeding today, consider the answer no, thank him very much.

    "Good morning, Siorc," Strix said yawning. "Varg and Pira had to go the registry office, but they told me to ask you to make steak and egg bagels for breakfast. Do you feel up to doing that?"

    Steak and egg bagels brought to his attention, the chimera placed his finger on his chin. That's all they wanted? Surely, they wanted something else to go with it. Did they even have any bagels in the house right now? He supposed he didn't mind making some with the leftover steak from last night. Why let the scraps go to waste?

    [I don't mind, I can do that for them. Do you want one, too?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Nah, I'm good," Strix said, yawning. "Boss is coming over to pick up the revised draft for the afternoon paper, then I'm going to sleep." He then lowered his eyes into a squint. "You sure you wanna cook today? You're as red as a cherry. You can go back to sleep if you want. I can just order some steak and egg bagels instead."

    [No. I can do it, it's alright. And, I can't sleep, I'm working at the country club today.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Wait, you're working for the Smoke Shack, aren't you?" Strix asked, tone concerned. "Are you sure about that? Pretty much everyone smokes over there. I don't think it's safe for you to work at that place."

    Smoke Shack name coming his way, the hyena's fingers twitched. Uh, come again? Surely, that wasn't true at all. Why would it be? And, surely, if people smoke over there, they wouldn't do it in front of other people. There had to be smoker designated areas far away from the kitchen. Strix worries too much.

    [I can't refuse, the owner is picking me up at noon. And, I'll be fine. I'm sure I won't be anywhere near the smoker designated area.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "You know, the more you say you'll be fine, the less I'm starting to believe it," Strix said, sighing. "But, I'm not going to stop you. Pira and Varg might, though." He then stepped aside. "Well, my boss is here. See you later. Varg and Pira should be back in about an hour. Don't push yourself too hard, okay?"

    Strix exiting, the chimera opened up his phone for a steak and egg bagel recipe. Please let them have some bagels left. Finger hovering over the bookmarks button as the webpage loaded, he shook his head. He'll check the anonymous blogger's page later. Hacks of doom soon having their second coming, he broke into a shiver.

    Knowing he had a long day ahead of him, the college graduate dragged himself over to his drawers. Did he have anything fancy enough to wear to fit in at this country club? Surely, he did. Dropping down to the bottom container, he crossed his fingers. Please be good enough. He's not worthy of the rich and famous.

    Restroom door locked behind him, the hyena crossed his fingers harder. Please, don't let Deigr and Coiote return from their trip in Belgium today. How long were they going to be away again? Ah, right, two weeks. Please, don't come back, why not move there instead? That sounded like a wonderful idea. Go live in Belgium and have ten children and never come back here. Stepping into the tub, the sprinkler came crashing down.

    Loud car rumbling on the road as shampoo almost fell into the hyena's eyes, the chimera attempted to hurry with all his might to get the suds out. Were Varg and Pira back from town hall already? How can this be? He hadn't been in here too long, was he? Soothing heated air taking him away, he sighed. He could use a bath bomb right about now.

    Bright red cheeks glaring daggers at him in the mirror, the young adult hurried and reached for the foundation. No, this won't do. He can't look like a tomato at the country club. Concealer brushed on, his head pounded. Did he put on too much? Maybe he did. Perhaps he should wipe some of it off and redo it.

    A little mascara added, the chimera reached for a rubber band. Hair pulled into a low ponytail, he placed his finger on his chin. This looked sophisticated enough, right? Surely, it had to. If looked like a poor person, the owners would toss him out into the forest and let the wolves eat him. Wait, no, don't let that fantasy become a reality.

    Extremely fancy leather jacket placed over a golden shirt with a well dressed steak plate on it with the text, Steak For A Queen, the hyena placed his hands on the side of his temple. The shirt couldn't be seen through this black jacket, could it? Please, don't let it be seen. Extremely fancy pleaded skirt soon placed underneath, matching hook earrings had soon been placed onto his ears. Golden crown hairpin clipped into place, he returned to his room for a moment.

    Apron soon flopped over him, the young adult gazed at the steak and egg bagel recipe. How long would these take to make? Twenty minutes? Maybe he could pop on a new audiobook while cooking today. Strutting towards the kitchen, he prepared himself. There had been enough leftover steak, right? Surely, there had to have been.

    Opening the fridge, the hyena opened the bottom tin. Fresh bagels ready to go, the young adult took out three. Should he make two for everyone instead of one? Would one bagel really be enough for Pira to eat? He's probably going to the construction site again this afternoon. Maybe he should make everyone two just in case. Leftover steak out and ready to go, he prepared himself.

    Skillet out and ready to go, the hyena gazed at his left hand, is it just him, or is his palm quivering? Butter simmering, alongside the oil on medium high heat, the food enthusiast plopped down the cut up leftover steak pieces. How much should he put on here? A few big pieces each would probably do for now. Garlic powder added, the next order of business was upon him.

    Leftover steak looking ready to burn away after six minutes of cooking, the hyena blinked. Maybe he simmered the meat for a little too long over the skillet. Did he char it? This isn't good, was it? Cracking the eggs, he could feel failure ready to dance on the rooftops. Please, don't let this taste terrible.

    Bagels plopped into the toaster, the hyena could feel a tickle coming on. Covering his mouth, he held back the urge to groan. Ah, please, not now, not while he's cooking. Setting the old rusty creature to five minutes, he stared off into space. Maybe he should go to the homegoods store next week and buy an air fryer, this kitchen could definitely use one.

    Toaster dinging, the young adult quickly dashed towards the rusty old kicker. Meaty goodness slipped between the toasty creature, he turned his head towards the window. How strange, were Pira and Varg not home yet? Setting the table, he put on an audiobook. He'll wait until they get home to much away. Dumb story about a monster bonding with their human prey in the forest, the young adult could feel himself nod off.

    ->

    Half an hour later.

    Feeling a tap on his shoulder, the young adult flinched. What was that just now? Pira's eyes locked onto him, he tilted his head. Huh? When did he fall asleep? The bagels were still warm, weren't they? Maybe he should pop them back into the toaster just in case. Reaching for his tablet, he scribbled away.

    [Sorry, is your breakfast cold? I'll heat it up in the microwave right away.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "No, kiddo, it's fine, I'm sure they're still warm," Pira said in a low voice. "I should have texted Strix to tell you not to cook this morning."

    Concerned tone coming his way, the hyena broke into a sweat. Please, can he stop looking at him that way? It's not like cooking leftover steak took that much energy. And, besides, it was just a bagel. I was hardly any skin off his back; they're the ones who asked for it. If he hadn't, they'd have gone out for greasy fast food. Too much of that stuff is unhealthy.

    [I'm fine, Pira. If I hadn't, you two would have gone to that fast food joint. They load their steak and egg bagels with a lot of unhealthy additives.] Slow sliding text across his tablet screen said. But, as prepared to scribble away, a pesky cough released itself. By the skies, not now, please, begone. Getting ahold of himself, his scribbles continued. [Besides, I'm working at the country club this afternoon. I don't want you two to be hungry while I'm gone.]

    Eyes sizing him up once more like he was in an interrogation room, the young adult broke into a sweat. Why are they looking at him like that? Please, focus on the bagels in front of them instead of him. Pupils glued on the bread, his throat felt hard as a rock as the leftover steak tried to fight him from within.

    "Yer going where today?!" Varg asked, raising his voice. "No, absolutely, not, you ain't in any shape to be workin' at the country club right now!" As he said such, he tried to steady himself. "Ya know what they call dat place? The Smoke Shack, an' they call it that fer a reason. Text th' person who hired ya an' tell them yer not comin."

    [I'm fine, Varg. And, the owner said I can't refuse. And, I'm pretty sure if I refuse, he'll definitely have something to say about it. I can't risk it.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "There ya go again, yer not fine, and ya know it, you look worse than ya did when ya left for Greece the other day," Varg said in a serious tone. "Let the owner say somethin' 'bout it. You need to see a doctor. Ferget about goin' to th' country club."

    Word doctor creeping up on him, the hyena's eyes wandered. Please, no, not that one from across the road. That physician always gave him side eyes. He didn't have time for this today. Surely, he'd be far away from the smoking section of the country club. Scribbling away, his fingers shook.

    [Varg, I can't get out of it. The owner will be here to pick me up pretty soon. I have to go.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Kiddo, you really should have told the owner you can't work for him today," Pira said in between bites. "But, if you really can't refuse, I won't try to stop you." He then paused for a moment, opening his phone. "I'll let you go, but after work, I'm taking you to the medical facility next door, understand?"

    "They gotta medical center next door now?" Varg asked, tone slightly bewildered. "When did they built one there?"

    "Sometime late last year, from the looks of it," Pira said, eyes glued to his phone. He then turned towards Siorc. "I'm picking you up when your shift is over, and I'm having a little talk with that owner before you go."

    Eyes still laser focused on him, the chimera could hardly eat another bite of his bagel. Neither of them are going to let him refuse, are they? Ah, great, what if the doctors there won't look at chimeras? Should he bring that up? Ah, no, he hardly had the energy to scribble all that down anyway, forget it.

    [Alright, Pira.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    Attempting with all his might to finish the rest of the bagel, the chimera plopped the remainder into a small bag. Maybe he shouldn't have made himself one after all. Varg offering to wash the plates, the young adult put on an audio book as he laid down on the couch. Please, noon, come as slowly as possible.

    Honk towards the door jolting him awake, the chimera flinched as he looked at his phone time. Huh, when did noon show up? Holding back a cough, he reached for the leather jacket. No more time to sleep. If he's at the car even two seconds late, those penguin chimeras will definitely fire him. Pira beside him, he could feel an argument ready to boil any second now.

    Really expensive black sports car pulling into the driveway, the hyena's heart fluttered. Ah, great, all the Gefrorens were loaded, weren't they? Back door opening automatically, the young adult broke into a sweat. Great, this is one of those smart cars as well. Just how rich was this family? Maybe he should turn around before it's too late.

    "Took you long enough!" a high pitched voice shouted. "You should have been standing at your doorstep waiting for our esteemed arrival!"

    "That's right! What's wrong with you?!" the second person shouted. "We told you to be ready for us!"

    Complaining in the driver's seat had been a tall adult man with blonde hair that went down to about his chest. Orange eyes that looked like fire, and golden penguin crests looking ready to burn away, he could see the faintest of a fancy feminine green shirt. Which one was this? He believed he saw him on television commercials about the country club. Esquire? Slightly taller blonde man with even larger penguin crests adorning a fancy lady suit, he broke into a sweat. This Marquis person looked ready to pop his head off like a candy dispenser.

    [Sorry, I was listening to an audiobook on my phone, I didn't hear you honking.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then scribbled some more. [My brother needs to talk to you before you go. Could you please pull down your window?]

    "Hmph, we ought to dock your pay for this!" Esquire said as he pulled down the window. "What do you want, peasant?"

    "I will be picking my brother up when his shift is over," Pira said in an important tone. "Call me if anything happens to him, please."

    "Yeah, yeah, whatever, give me your number, and we will," Esquire demanded. He then yanked the notebook sheet out of his hand. "Now, shoo, peasant, you're making your brother late for work!" He closed the window as he said such. "Come on, now, buckle your seatbelt, we're leaving."

    Buckling his belt, the hyena reached for his phone. He hadn't taken a moment to check up on the anonymous food blogger's page today. Should he take a second to look? Pressing on his bookmarks tab, the chimera could hardly believe what waited for him as the page loaded. That headline, there's something eerie about it. Eyes glued, he kept his attention forward.

    <It Is Possible Someone, not Something is Behind These Paranormal Food Incidents.>
    Anonymous.

    "Now, I know what everyone might be thinking reading this. You're all typing away at your computers or smartphones saying, they've finally lost their mind. But, I assure you, I am perfectly sane. Do not fill my inbox with any more messages about my mental wellbeing. Do it again and I will be tracking your IP Address. This is your final warning.

    It would seem that I have been getting various reports from many people lately that they suspect that something is not causing the paranormal food incidents, but someone, and I have the same hypothesis as those people. So, for the moment, I have an announcement to make. I have found possible suspects for this claim, and I will be needing a huge team to head to our restaurant base in Vietnam to interview these said alleged culprits.

    I will be needing about seven people for this, and I need a response in the comments within four hours. We will be doing this operation at around six in the morning in Vietnam time. I apologize for such short notice, but we can no longer sit around as people die left and right."


    Multiple comments left, the hyena blinked. Wait, someone might be causing this? Maybe he should join in after all. Leaving a comment, he held back a cough as he put on his wireless earbuds. Please, don't let out a lung while in here, he'll be pushed out onto the streets. Brownie Hop Kingdom music blasting through his buds, he could feel himself nod off as the serene beat played.

    Boss battle lost as the country club was within sight, the young adult covered his nose. Man, was it just him, or could he smell the smoke already? Ah, everything burns, the entire world in his nose is on fire. Can he turn around, please? He'll even ask for them to dock his pay one hundred percent! Eyes on him, he tried to focus.

    "The food you cook better be perfect, or we're cutting your paycheck by fifty percent at the end of this week!" Marquis shouted.

    [I promise you, I'll make sure everything is perfect.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "It had better be!" Esquire shouted. "Now, hurry up, it's almost lunchtime. Prepare yourself to be busy in that kitchen today!"

    Practically pushed out of the car, the young adult huffed. Welcome to the smoke shack, indeed. Whiffing up an even stronger scent, he tried with all his might to not gag. Oh, great, the devil's lettuce, too. Please, take him back home right now. Maybe he should have brought a mask with him. Ah, no, he didn't have one anymore, right.

    Guided towards the deck, the young adult huffed and puffed. Ah, great, they smoke inside, too. Since when was that legal? He could have sworn that was against the law. But, he supposed that they were rich enough to buy themselves out of prison, weren't they? Fancily dressed people with golf clubs next to them, his fingers shook as a notepad had been slapped down in his hand.

    "Hmph, owner, why are you dropping leftovers you found in the trash here?" the rich country club member asked.

    "I'll have you know this young man was a valedictorian at the Chicago Culinary Arts Institute!" Marquis shouted. "So, shut your mouth!"

    "We'll order some Duck A L'Orange!" the rich country club member said. "And, it better be perfect!"

    [Anything else?] Slow sliding text on his tablet asked.

    "Not only did you bring a poor piece of trash here, you brought in a mime, too?!" the other rich country club member cried.

    "Shut your mouth, or you'll never drink beer here again!" Esquire shouted.

    "Fine, sorry! We'll have two beers!" the rich country club member shouted.

    Eyes twitching, the chimera hurried towards the kitchen. Even the food they wanted was fancy. Burning smoke aplenty every which way, tears streamed down the hyena's face. Why does everyone have to light those burning monsters in every nook and cranny in this place? Slapping his cheeks, he prepared himself. Focus, focus. He has a lot of orange duck to make.

    Kitchen burning with expensive marble, the chimera backed five steps away. How could anyone afford to upkeep this kitchen? Looking for the ingredients, the food enthusiast almost fell onto his knees. Woah, this stuff was premium, he's not worthy. Does he even have what it takes to cook this stuff?

    Ducks looking ready to roast in the corner already, sweat poured down the hyena's cheek. Marquis and Esquire definitely hunted duck themselves for their members, didn't they? Seasoning the dead bird, he sighed. How can these two let their members eat this kind of stuff, weren't they penguin chimeras? Oh, well, that's hardly his problem. Onions burning the world around him, a monstrous hack broke on through.

    Roasting the creature, another order had come crashing his way. Crab cakes now of all times? Ah, great. Preparing himself as the burned fowl turned in the oven, he dashed back out to the deck as the fishy crisps of doom had been ready for consumption. Please, please let these be as close to perfect as possible.

    "These look pretty good, can you make us some more?" the country club member asked between a cigarette drag.

    [Coming right up.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "And bring out the caviar!" another person shouted.

    Barely able to catch his breath as he returned to the kitchen, the college graduate's head spun. Caviar, now? Caviar ready to go, he checked on the duck. How many people ordered a plate of this, eight? He definitely needed to hurry before lunch hour ended. Please, please don't let anyone else order any more!

    Dashing back towards the deck, the young adult tried with all his might to hold in the hack of a lifetime. More people flocking in demanding a plate of duck a l'orange, the young adult burned a smile into his face. How many was that now, twenty plates of this? He's done for. Absolutely, positively done for. Write his obituary now.

    Timer ticking down towards the ten minute mark, smoke was ready to eat the hyena's brain. Rice made and orange wedges ready to rip his nose off, the young adult reached for the plates. Please, let there be something to wheel this monster out. Fat skimmed as he cut the roast into what felt like a million pieces, the liquids had soon been whisked on.

    Orange zest added, the chimera huffed and puffed. Please, please be perfect. Plates wheeled out towards the deck, eyes were glued to him every which way. He forgot to add some seasoning, didn't he? Forgive him, he'll take seventy five percent docked pay for his sins! Beer given to all who asked, a hmph had come his way.

    "You're lucky it's perfect," the country club member said. "That culinary school taught you well enough!"

    Demanded to clean up the golf course as the lunch hour was about to come to a close, the chimera could feel everything begin to fade away as he moved forward. Even here people were getting a little puff. Chest ready to scream, he looked far and wide for any drowned golf balls aplenty. By the skies, can it rain right about now so this place can close up shop?

    Golf balls aplenty retrieved, sound grew fuzzy. What time is it? Time on his phone at the halfway point, he tried to get it together. How was it only four in the afternoon? Ah, forget it, what was next on the agenda? Clean the restroom floors. Sighing, he headed back indoors. Mop bucket upon him, the world was ready to swallow him at any given second.

    Squeaky clean fancy restroom done and dusted, evening food orders bustled on in. More orders of fancy duck dishes demanded of him, his legs wobbled. Why does everyone want this so bad? Rave reviews coming his way, the next order of business had been wrapped up in a present box hiding a bomb. Trim the hedges in the tennis court? Ah, man. Why wasn't anyone keeping up with that?

    But, as the hyena had gotten about halfway through such activity, a shot of pain pulsed upon him. Chest boiling, he fell backwards onto the court beneath him. Ah, no, he can barely keep his eyes open. He needed to get up and finish trimming, or else. Everything thumping, the world grew dim. It's no use, he's fading.

    ->

    Who knows when later.

    Blinking awake, the chimera groaned. Look of disgust painting Esquire's face, the young adult closed his eyes. Ah, no, he blew it, didn't he? He's so getting fired for this. Penguin man rummaging through his pocket, everything spun. He knows, he knows, he's getting the pink slip. Sorry for his inadequacy.

    "Yeah? Yes, your brother collapsed in the tennis court, come get him," Esquire said clicking his tongue. He then put on a dark smile, tossing down an envelope. "Here you go, some early pay for you! Your brother will here soon to get you." His grin grew darker as he said such. "Oh, and by the way, if you report us for endangerment, I'll report your website so the government takes it down, got it? Tootles. Come back when you've sorted this little dramatic episode of yours out."

    Closing his eyes, the young adult tried with all his might to not laugh. Please, don't take his website down, anything but that. Feeling himself ready to doze off again, he drifted away. Please, please don't report his Hyre Me page either, they're definitely going to, aren't they? Cold hands snapping him out of it, he opened his eyes once more.

    "Hey, kiddo, let's get you to the doctor," Pira said in a calm tone.

    Placed into a bridal carry, the chimera reached for a pen. What if the medical facility refused to look at chimeras? Please, can they just go home? Scribbling away, ink blotted the pen aplenty. Crossing out the first line, he tried again. Write neatly, come on. Lines curving, a white flag had soon been waved.

    [Can we just go home, please?] A sloppy handwritten note asked.

    "No, kiddo, I can't take you home just yet. You're ill and you need medical attention right now," Pira said in a calm tone. "Don't worry, I asked, they treat chimeras. It's going to be alright."

    White flag waved, the hyena closed his eyes. Did they really treat chimeras there? What if that was a lie? Their medical bills are going to be through the roof after this. He'll take full responsibility for this. Cold, sterile empty waiting room quickly pushed through, he huffed a pained breath for everyone to hear.

    Middle aged doctor asking to do some tests after Pira explained everything, a million questions had come his way. Why did he keep quiet about this? He should have said something. Taken into another room, his fingers shook as a scary machine glared daggers at him. What is this thing? Asked to cooperate, he nodded. Not like he had a choice in the matter.

    Tests feeling like they were taking forever, the chimera did a double take at what words came back to him. Chemical Pneumonitis? What's that? Whatever that is, it sounded incredibly made up, that's for sure. Doctor writing in chicken scratch, his eyebrows twitched at what came out of his mouth next as Pira asked a million questions.

    "Moderate chemical pneumonitis?" Pira asked, he then turned towards Siorc. "That sounds pretty serious. I'll make sure he gets an ample amount of rest."

    "Make sure he gets plenty of fluids," the doctor said. He then turned towards Siorc. "Young man, you should have said something to your brother immediately when you noticed symptoms. Take care of yourself now."

    Carried into the car, the hyena crumbled into a ball as Pira told him to put a notice on his website he's taking a break for a week. Closing his eyes, he tried to resist the urge to write down the two letter word of rejection. A week? But, what about the country club? The owner is going to kill him like the ducks they hunt, guaranteed.

    Placed underneath his covers, the young adult gazed at the clock in the corner of his room. Seven o'clock? He's so fired. Weighted blankets plopped over him, all strength had been sapped away as if he had been bitten by a vampire. Goodnight world. Please, let this week fade away before he can even blink.

    Five hours later.

    Tap, tap, tap.

    Rocks hitting his window, the young adult jolted awake. Ugh, what time is it? Midnight glaring daggers at him, the food enthusiast tried to recall. What was he doing tonight? Oh, right, the paranormal food ghost interviews, how could he forget? Should he even go to that? Boulders continued to be tossed aplenty. Opening the pane, he held back a woofing hack at who waited for him.

    Rasa's eyes glued to him, the chimera turned off towards the opposite wall. What are they doing here? How did they know where he lived? Watch pointed at, he let out a meek sigh. Yes, he knows, he knows, he supposed to be at the operation base right about now. Reaching for a coat, he could feel shouts ready to slice him in half.

    "Why aren't you at the vortex?! We were waiting for you!" Rasa whispered. "Get out of your room and stop lazing around!"

    [I don't know if I can come, I'm supposed to be resting. Tell the boss I can't make it.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Too late! You're on the roaster, so you have to come! I don't care if you're about to drop dead, we need you right now!" Rasa whispered. "It's not like your folks are awake, the lights are off! They won't know you're gone!"

    [Alright, fine, I'm coming.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Hurry up! And, by the way, you'd better be careful, there's evil wine there! Don't let it spill on you!" Rasa cried as he reached for the hyena's hand. "Now, hurry, we're out of here! How dare you make us wait!"

    Guided towards the portal, the chimera's ears grew hot. Oh, wonderful, evil wine, just what he needed right now. Lechi, Susu, Tegne, Rede and Valaha all waiting for him, his eyes wandered. So, this was the team of seven, huh? Why couldn't they replace him with someone else last minute? Oh, well, too late now.

    "You're late!" Lechi shouted. "What took you so long?!"

    "This lazy guy was sleeping!" Rasa shouted. "He knew today was important, but no! Snoozing away!"

    "Rasa, are you sure he should come with us to the base in Vietnam?" Susu asked. "Siorc really isn't looking too good."

    "That's right! Can't you see how much of a sorry sight he is right now?!" Tegne shouted. "We'll tell boss to send someone else."

    "That's right, I'm sure they'll send for someone else soon." Rede added.

    "There's no time for that, the suspects are already here," Valaha said. "Let's go." She then turned towards Siorc. "If you planned on opting out, you shouldn't have even commented this week. Too late for that now, isn't it? Oh, well, not my fault you didn't use your brain."

    Portal ready to eat him like a plate of spaghetti, a rather peculiar place waited for him on the other side. Incredibly fancy looking restaurant ready to eat him alive, the young adult's eyes wandered. How many customers, excuse him, suspects were here? Dragged towards the table, demands to deliver wine to the first person had come his way.

    Studying the first person, a young adult woman with one dog ear and a sheep horn glared at him. This girl, he remembers seeing her somewhere before. What was her name again? Ah, he thinks he saw her in the newspaper once, Alene, the advice columnist. Right, that was the one. He totally forgot. Why was she a suspect? Pouring the wine, he swore he could hear something else sitting next to him.

    [Hello, and welcome, I just have a question.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. He then tried to hide a cough as he looked at instructions. What did he have to say next? Ah, right, this code word will do. [The weather smells like ash again today, doesn't it?]

    "Huh, what are you talking about?" Alene asked. "And, what's that behind you?"

    Turning towards the opposite direction, the young adult's heart skipped a beat. Large, furious wine glass looking ready to destroy the world and everyone around it, the college graduate's eyes wandered. Why didn't the anonymous blogger mention this in their most recent entry? Creature hopping towards the guest, screeches had come tumbling down.

    "You ordered wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine in youuuuuuuuuur eyes!" the haunted wine glass cried.

    Wine glass shattering into a million pieces, shards of glass danced in the sheep dog chimera's eyes. Girl dropping out of her seat, the hyena had soon been told to move on, forget her. Young blue haired woman with fox tails aplenty brushed behind her, the young adult's fingers quivered as the code words had come her way. What was this woman's name again? He saw her in the newspapers, too. Mellem, right, the fox goat fortune teller. Why would she be responsible for this?

    "Sorry, what?" Mellem asked. "It's sunny here, I'm sorry, but I really don't get what you're asking." She then rose her glass. "I'd like some more wine, please."

    Wine glass hopping towards her, the chimera's fingers twitched. Should he defeat this monster before it's too late? Nothing on him, a text buzzed on his phone. Blogger stating if the culprit was there, the wine glass would not attack, his eyes wandered. Was coming here a waste of time? Creature shaking, the next onslaught soon came.

    "Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine in your eaaaars, coming right up!" the wine monster shouted.

    Glass shards of doom dancing around Mellem's ears, the young adult could feel himself ready to gag at any given moment. Please, put an end to this. Rasa's eyes glued to him, he held back the urge to sigh. Looks like he has to head to the next table. Peach haired kraken woman with green skin and tendrils wrapped around her wine glass, he gazed at her name on her nametag. Hanegal? It's time to get this over with. Question laid out, another sigh had come his way.

    "I don't know what that means?" Hanegal asked. "Why you be asking questions like that? I'm here to eat pho."

    Evil wine glass's shards becoming one with the kraken lady's chest, the hyena closed his eyes. Please, no more, this will be the last person, right? Brown haired bird man with a third eye looking ready to send him to the underworld, his heart fluttered. What's Iben doing here? He remembered him from his first year at the culinary institute. Could he be responsible for this?

    "Hurry up and ask the question!" Rasa shouted. "We don't have all day!"

    "Dear friend, is this really why you called me over here?" Iben asked, hand on his third eye. "This is quite laughable, you know. I feel hurt, wounded even. How could you suspect me of doing this when we were fighting side by side to kill those evil bean monsters back in Chicago half a year ago?"

    "You, whatever, fine, you didn't do it, okay?!" Rasa shouted. "Since you're so busy, hurry up and kill those monsters before they poke my eyes out with their glass!"

    "Fine, fine, your wish is my command," Iben said, flying upward. Snap.

    Wine glasses shattering one after another, the chimera covered his ears. The racket, it's bleeding, bleeding greatly. Rock tossed, he could feel himself fall backwards. Closing his eyes, everything thumped. Maybe he should have backed out after all. Hearing the three eyed bird man screech something, he tried to stand up. Yes, Rasa, he knows, he's pathetic, his apologies.

    Finding himself in his bed when he opened his eyes next, the chimera let out a weak cough. Window shut tight, the images of the wine glasses dropping down their shards of doom played backwards like a vhs tape on rewind. Cough ready to take him away, he closed his eyes as the world of sleep was ready to claim him one last time as one last thing flashed through his mind.

    Maybe someone did cause food ghosts to start haunting the land.
    But, who?
    Who could have done this? Who's responsible? He needs to hurry and recover and start looking again as soon as possible.



    A lot of this was planned last minute. In any case, next week, this uh,,, chemical pneumonitis stuff will wrap up. Yeah.
     
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    Dish 20: Sinister Squid Ball Skewer Gremlins


    "I regret going to Vietnam to do those interviews. It's been a little over an hour

    Since I returned, and everything
    Hurts even worse now. I was
    Only there for
    Uh, half an hour? I felt
    Like time was going slow, I
    Don't know. But, I should
    Not have gone.
    There was something in the air. I

    Have no idea what.
    Ah, I am starting to feel
    Very dizzy. I should have listened. But,
    Everyone, no, Rasa, demanded I

    Go. I should have
    Opted out earlier.
    Now I am definitely going to
    End up getting worse.

    The doctor told me my
    Organs were

    Very close to shutting down when Pira took me
    Into the medical facility. Am I close to the
    Edge? I might be, I
    Think I am. I should have
    Never signed myself up for the interview
    At the Vietnam restaurant base. I bet
    My brothers know

    I left, too. My

    Secret is out, isn't it?
    Hmm, no, Varg and Pira are always asleep at midnight.
    Oh, but Strix wasn't.
    Ugh, what should I do if he confronts me?
    La la la, my head is spinning, I
    Don't know! I shouldn't

    Have agreed to
    Any of this. The
    Vietnam base, not
    Even a

    Single one of
    Them was guilty!
    And now the investigation on the culprits won't
    Yield. I cannot
    Even go to the next one, I
    Doubt Pira and Varg are going to let me out of bed. Ugh,

    I feel guilty
    Now. What are they going to eat? I

    Bet they'll order takeout
    Every single
    Day while

    I'm laying here! I can't let
    That happen. I

    Have to at least cook.
    Ugh, my chest, it's burning. Burning,
    Raaah. I know I need
    To rest, but I
    Simply can't let

    Them all go hungry,
    Or order takeout. I'm

    Barred from using the stove until I've
    Recovered, but I can't let them
    Eat unhealthy things
    As I lie here for a few days.
    That won't do. I
    Have to make sure they all
    Eat well. Especially Pira.

    I'm certain he eats
    Mostly fast food while on breaks at work. I

    Probably should start making him a
    Robustly healthy meal for his breaks.
    Obviously, if I am going to
    Be a five star restaurant owner in Rome, I
    Am obligated to make sure for now, my
    Brothers eat healthy. It
    Looks Hase, Leah and Natalie have
    Yet to return from Belgium, so I

    Guess I don't have to worry about them, but
    Even so, I don't know if my sisters are eating,
    They don't check
    Their phones.
    I can't help but worry. Deigr and Coiote
    Need to stop
    Going on about

    Wild diets all
    Of the time. I'm
    Rather certain they'll
    Soon crash and burn if they
    Eternally push it. My sisters need

    To rethink this diet stuff.
    Oh, my head is spinning,
    Ow, my thoughts, clouding.

    I miss mother and father. If

    Mother and father were here,
    I'd be fine. If mother were here,
    She'd help me get better, Pira
    Shouldn't have to shoulder everything.

    Mother, where are you? Everything hurts.
    Ow, my chest.
    Mother always puts research

    And work first. I
    Never know where she is! I
    Don't know where father is, but it

    Doesn't matter, he's
    Always with mother. It hurts, everything is tight. I
    Don't want to be alone.

    Please, come back. I feel a
    Large hole in my life that got
    Even bigger
    After returning home. Mother,
    She was always busy, but whenever I
    Ended up hurting myself when I was a

    Child, she was there.
    Of course,
    Mother's presence got
    Even lesser as I grew older, but I learned

    How to cook when I was little for her!
    Oh, please,
    Mother come home!
    Everything hurts! Haha, as if

    She can hear me
    Over in South Africa.
    Of course she can't.
    Never mind. I need to stop working myself up."


    That night, the hyena had another dream, a peculiar dream. Finding himself in his former abode in Wales, a familiar scene played out in front of him. Childhood, the formidable days back at the age of five. The kitchen, a mixing bowl, a short, dark purple haired lady failing miserably to get any measurement right.

    Spin, spin, spin, spin, the whisk is spinning, it's bending, it's turning, what laid beneath in the bowl, nonsense. Pure and utter chaos. Barely any ingredients right. A sigh. Oops, mixed too hard again, te hee. Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, the batter crumbled. There was nothing left to see.

    A smaller version of the self, looking eagerly. Scribble, scribble, scribble, scribble, barely legible handwriting. Wow, mommy that looks terrible. A giggle, a reassurance, or lack thereof. Mommy's trying her best, but she's just terrible at this cooking and baking thing! She's trying her best, kay? A silent nod, reassurance.

    Hack, hack, woof, hack, breath getting shorter. Everything feels tight, no, tighter. Mix, mix, mix, mix, mix, trying again, but something is not right. An alien, a huge carrot alien, glaring. Hack, hack, woof, hack, cough, why is that here? Begone. Please, begone, not welcome here. Do something, anyone.

    But, nothing happened. No recognition, nothing. Huff, puff, do something, someone, eliminate that thing. Should he? Don't let the alien carrot get to the mother. Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, a knife, just one, here goes. Zoom. Alien down, chaos in the corner, cookies slapped down into the tray. Time to bake.

    A disaster on a high roll, cookies burned. Cough, couch, hack, hack, huff. Was it just him, or did it smell a little smoky in here? Terrible baked goods, the usual. Scribble, scribble, scribble, scribble, words on the paper read, oh, no, they're burned. She knows, mommy's sorry. Another scribble, shiny eyes, I wanna learn how to cook all kinda things so mommy never has to make anything again. A giggle, wait until he's older, okay? Boom, a loud sucking noise.

    Waking up in the middle of the night, the young adult clutched his chest, tears streaming down his face. That dream, why did he have to have a dream of his mother? Why, why can't she be here at a time like this? Head spinning, he gazed at his clock. What time is it? Two forty five in the morning? How long had he been home again? Noise in the hall clapping down, an intense sea of hacks took the chimera away.

    Attempting with all his might to calm the storm, such failed, in an instant, heart beating out of his chest, the chimera reached for a tissue. Please, make it all stop. Why won't it end? Everything shaking, his thoughts had begun to wander. Mother, father, someone, anyone, help him, take away the pain. Huffing, defeat flowed through him. Ah, right, they're not here. When were they ever?

    Feeling everything spin, the food enthusiast accidentally let out a scream. The world is burning, the world is burning, someone, please help him. Anyone. Why did he to agree to go the Vietnam restaurant base? He made a mistake, a big mistake, control dying further, he could barely hear footsteps coming towards him.

    "Siorc, everything alright?" Strix asked, heavy tone of concern evident in his voice. His eyes then pulsate. "Ah, no, your fingertips are blue. I'm getting Pira."

    Trying with all his might to catch his breath, the young adult reached for a pen and paper. Wake up Pira now? No, please, anything but that. Please, don't wake him up from his slumber, a beast will emerge from the ashes. Right, he'll be fine, it was just a nighttime hack. Scribbling away, he could feel the regret ready to pile up like pancakes.

    [I'm fine, Strix. Please, you have to let Pira sleep. You know what happens when you wake him up in the middle of the night!] A piece of paper with extremely shaky lines cried. He then scribbled some more, fingers quivering up a storm. [You can't wake him, I'm begging you!] But, as he put down the pen, he huffed a painful breath. Why does everything feel like a rocket ready to explode? Hands over his face, he sobbed. Someone save him, please.

    "That's not going to work this time, Siorc," Strix said in a serious tone. "You're gasping for air, and I dunno what to do, so I'm getting Pira. Excuse me." He then stepped aside.

    Everything blurring, the hyena tossed and turned in his bed, tears burning. Pira is going to be livid. Absolutely, positively one hundred percent steaming. Please, please don't wake him. He's going to blow a fuse. Everyone knows what happens when a sleeping piranha is disturbed in the middle of the night. Pirazilla shall rise from the ashes of night.

    Fading footsteps dashing on in, everything dulled one after another. Ah, no, Pirazilla is here. Please, please turn around, everything is fine. Peachy. Just a disturbance in the force. Right, just a little minor inconvenience, that's all. Nothing to get up in arms about. Blurry eyes on him, barely anything registered.

    "It's going to be alright, kiddo, I'm right here," Pira said in a calm tone. "Please, stay still."

    Strange mask soon over his nose and mouth, the young adult closed his eyes. Tightness leaving, the college graduate could feel the storm ready to brew faster. Pira's mad, he's absolutely, positively, without a shadow of a doubt, angry. Why did Strix have to wake him? The world is going to rumble any second now.

    "Is he gonna be alright?" Strix asked. "He's looking pretty bad."

    "I don't know," Pira said in a calm tone. He then kept going. "That should do it." He then turned towards Siorc, weighted blanket placed back over him, turning away. "His lips are still blue, that's not good. Maybe I should sleep in the room next door."

    Senses hanging in the balance, the young adult reached for the pen and paper once more. Ah, no, he definitely awakened the beast, didn't he? Pirazilla has awakened; he has come out of his cave and will stomp down. He needed to apologize, right, he needed to show his remorse, right. Never awaken the midnight monster. Lines curving, he tried to steady himself. There's no way this is legible, is it?

    [I'm sorry for waking you, Pira. Are you angry?] A piece of paper with barely legible handwriting said.

    "Why would I be angry?" Pira asked, in a calm tone. But, there was a hint of shaking in his voice. "This is an emergency. Losing a little sleep is no big deal." He then lowered his voice into a whisper. "If anything happens to any of you, I'll be here, no matter what."

    Intense wave of tiredness looming over him, the hyena closed his eyes. He wasn't angry? That had to have been a fib. He'll have to apologize again in the morning, for sure. Dream world ready to pull him back in, everything was ready to fade into nothingness. Kitchen of the past playing through his dazed mind, tears streamed down in the subconscious world.

    Phone buzzing up a storm, the young adult let out a weak groan. Ugh, who's spamming his phone now? Can he please have forty more minutes? An hour, two? Keeping his eyes closed, he huffed a weak breath as the shakes on his bedside table continued. Lifting himself up from the covers, the world burned.

    Gazing at his digital clock, the young adult did a triple take. When did it become ten in the morning? Why didn't anyone wake him? Varg is probably starving right about now. Didn't he have a very important deadline today? He needed to make breakfast quick! Hacks taking the stage, he slapped his chest. Not now, woofs of doom, he has a job to do here!

    Fingers quivering, thoughts raced through the college graduate's head like a car speeding through a puddle. What should he make for breakfast? How could he let himself sleep this late? Skies above, Pira probably went to work hungry, didn't he? He's a terrible sibling for letting himself sleep in like this. He's done it now.

    Multiple jobs piling up on his notification bar, a ton dropped down onto his backside. So many people needed him for something, but there's no way he'll be permitted to leave the house to assist anyone. He could have sworn he put a notice on his Hyre Me page and website that he was on vacation. Maybe he hadn't made the notice big enough.

    Opening up his website, the page in front of him almost grew a second head. Why did he make the notice so tiny? That won't do. Floating little cosmic brownie holding a large sign that read, Notice, Currently On Vacation Until the Following Date <redacted>, his head spun. There was no way anyone was going to see this. Should he slap down more? Adding a new post on his Hyre Me page his services are currently on hiatus, he searched far and wide for the latest and greatest meaty breakfast sensations.

    Finding a savory chicken oatmeal recipe, the hyena tried with all his might to not drool. This one sounds good. But, would it be enough food for Varg to eat? Maybe he should make an extra large bowl for him this morning. Raising up from the covers, his legs wobble. Taking a deep breath, he staggered towards his drawers. Come on, legs, stay steady.

    Sea of clothes looking ready to drown him out to past the tide, the chimera grabbed whatever. Face practically becoming one with the restroom floor, the young adult could feel regret ready to eat him alive. Maybe he should turn around and go back to bed. But, he shook his head. No, why give up now? He had brothers to feed.

    Door closed behind him, the hyena gazed downward at his fingertips as the boiling sprinkler above came crashing down. Was is just him, or did his fingers have a light purplish hue to them? Disregarding such, he reached for the body wash. Ah, no, it was just the veins, nothing to worry about. Intense fruity smell ready to burn him away, everything froze. He should have used the bar soap instead.

    White sheet glaring daggers at him in his reflection once more, the hyena placed his hands over his face. When would he stop looking like a ghost? No amount of makeup could ever hide this. Forget it. He hardly had the energy to put any on anyway. Frowning bread pajamas soon over him, he tried to not laugh. Why did he take out these? He opened the wrong drawer, that's for sure.

    Reaching for a hairbrush, the young adult's hand almost bled as the tip of his bread hairpin almost clipped onto the edge his index finger. Small frowning spoon earrings barely making it into his ear lobes, the young adult dragged himself into the kitchen. He needed to hurry and make some savory chicken oatmeal right away.

    Strix snoring away at the kitchen table, the young adult tiptoed towards the counter. Why is Strix sleeping in here? He swore, his brother always wound up in the strangest places when he didn't end up making it to his room. Putting the black pot down on the stove, he reached for the bone broth. Please, Strix, don't wake up.

    Gazing at the ingredients, the food enthusiast's cheeks grew pink. A half cup of instant oats? Did they even have any? Trudging towards the cupboard, the college graduate puffed a sigh of relief. They still had some lying around? He could hardly believe it. Dropping the creature into the measuring cup, he punched his chest. Not now, woofs of doom. Can't they see he's busy here?

    Leftover chicken pieces ready to be dropped into the pot, the hyena tilted his head at the next ingredient. Huh, spinach in oatmeal? No way would Varg want that. He would only eat spinach if was dipped in duck fat. Forget that. Garlic stench flaring through his nostrils, the hacking storm came back for a third round. Why is this scent so strong today? He should have put on a cloth mask. Ah, right, he had to throw them all out after the Chicago bean gas explosion and acid rain incident, never mind.

    Instructions swimming in front of him, the young adult studied the recipe for a moment longer. What else should he put in this? Toppings aplenty suggested, he dashed towards the cupboard. Soy sauce, sesame oil? Who puts that kind of stuff in oatmeal? Would that even be spicy enough for him? Maybe it wouldn't have enough of a kick at all.

    Onions and eggs glaring daggers at him in the extras suggestion, the young adult chopped away. Stench ready to eat him alive, the chimera covered his mouth. Was it just him, or was this stench much stronger than it usually had been? Purple veggie ready for action, his head spun at the broth beneath him. This was enough, right? Surely, it had to have been.

    Ready to go, the young adult prepared himself. The oats get added to the pot after the chicken stock, right? Right. He definitely read that correctly. Turning the dial, the young adult could feel a tickle ready to eat him alive. Slapping his cheeks, he tried to steady himself. Focus, focus, it was just oatmeal. Steady goes it.

    But, as he dropped the oats into the pot, sharp eyes were on him. Strix's pupils meeting his from afar, the young adult shook like a leaf. Oh, no, he was awake? When did that happen? Downcast look painting his face, the chimera dug through his mind for anything to boomerang his way. He needed to think of something, anything, hurry.

    "What do you think you're doing? Turn off the stove now!" Strix said in a serious tone, voice shaking.

    Brother looking ready to burst into tears, the young adult reached for his tablet. Why does he look like a puppy died on the street right in front of him? Scribbling away, he erased the sentence as quick as possible. Why can't he write neatly today even digitally? Trying again, he could feel the eyes on him get sharper.

    [I'm making oatmeal for Varg. I'm sure he's hungry by now. Aren't you?] Slow sliding text across his tablet said. But, his huffed breath had other plans.

    "After what happened last night, how can you stand around by the stove and act like nothing's happened?" Strix said in a stern tone. He then repeated himself. "Turn the stove off right now, Siorc. I'm not asking you to, I'm telling you to." He then crossed his arms across his waist. "Pira was right, he knew you'd try to cook." He then sighed, lowering his voice to a whisper. "This is what I get for falling asleep. I should have stayed vigilant."

    Knowing a monstrous owl would come onto the offensive any second now, the hyena reached for the dial. Cold oatmeal glaring daggers at him in the cooking pot, another ton dropped onto his back. What's Varg going to eat now? His stomach was probably rumbling nonstop. He needed to negotiate a deal, hurry.

    [Can't you at least let me finish making this meal, please? I'll go right to bed after.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Man, you're stubborn," Strix said in a serious tone. "Not happening. Didn't the doctor say you're forbidden from cooking until you've recovered? Forget about all that. I'll microwave some oatmeal." He then reached for his stubborn fool of a brother's hand. "Let's go. I'm taking you back to bed."

    Escorted back to his room, the final ton had been dropped onto his back as the hyena had been placed underneath his covers. No cooking until he's recovered? Everyone's going to order takeout, aren't they? No, please, at least let him make meals. Energy dying, he closed his eyes once more.

    ->

    An hour or so later.

    Clock blinking to around noon, the young adult placed his hands over his eyes. Ah, when did it become nearly one in the afternoon? Varg walking towards his bedside, he looked away. Ah, no, he never finished making that oatmeal? Did Strix give him anything to eat? If he's hungry right now, it's all his fault.

    "Aftanoon, Siorc," Varg said in a low voice. "It's time to take yer meds. Sorry, I know ya don't like yogurt all th't much, but Pira told me to give ya somethin' easy to swallow."

    Tray with flavorless banana yogurt and cold, heartless circular white tablets glaring daggers at him on his bedside, the chimera closed his eyes. Why was there only the tasteless fruity ones left? Maybe Leah and Hase took all the yogurt with them when they went to Belguim with Deigr and Coiote. Ah, well. It was theirs, anyway, he should hardly take a bend in their little stash.

    Cold, tangy liquid going down the hatch, the chimera held back the tears. Why did it have to be banana? But, he knew it wouldn't do him any good to complain. White creature locking onto him, he broke into a sweat. Why were there numbers on this thing? What did they mean? He could feel his head swim at such.

    "You okay? Are ya havin' troubl' swallowin'?" Varg asked, tone concerned. "Maybe I should call Pira. Ah, no, he ain't on break yet. He can't get no calls."

    Shaking his head, the chimera reached for the glass of water. Circular tab of nothingness dropping down, his thoughts had begun to wander. Did Varg eat today? Strix probably fell asleep again after bringing him back to this prison. He needed to ask, hurry. Eyes glued to him, he reached for his bedside notepad.

    "Ya look like ya got somethin' to say," Varg said in a low voice. "Go ahead, A'll wait."

    [Did you eat breakfast, Varg? I'm sorry, you must be hungry. I tried make you oatmeal but--.] A written note said, but his pen curved on the page as he continued, wicked hack breaking loose. [Strix stopped me.] But, such had been met with an immediate arm cross.

    "How can ya think 'bout me at a time like this?!" Varg said, voice raised, but he then attempted to dial down the volume. "Dun't worry about me. In fact, dun't worry 'bout cookin' at all right now! Yer supp'sed to be restin'. Why ya gotta be so reckless and throw yer life away like this?" His voice shook, tears wiped away. Come on, act like a man. What's he doing getting worked up like this? "Stop th't. An' before ya give me th't bogus I'm fine nonsense again, dun't even try it. Ya know ya ain't. Ya got moderate chemical pneumonitis, fer cryin' out loud!" He huffed a breath as he continued. "Last night, if Pira hadn't acted, ya would have been a goner. Don't ya understand that? A goner. Quit thinkin' 'bout what we wanna eat an' focus on recovery!" Rubbing his eyebrows, he tried to steady himself. "Strix gave me microwavable oatmeal. It was bland, but I'll make do, aight?" Taking a deep breath, he laid down the final blow. "Think about yerself for once instead of erryone else."

    Burying himself underneath his covers, a wave of relief flowed through him. At least Varg ate. Please don't eat takeout for the rest of the week after, he could hardly stomach that. Maybe he should text Jiaolong to cook in his stead. But, no, he's probably too busy for that. Barely audible apology burning on his lips, his thoughts continued to burn.

    "Why ya apologizin' fer?" Varg asked, voice shaking. "Look, I get it, yer itchin' t' get back t' cookin'. But, ya know yer supposed to be restin' in bed for th' next several days or so." He then took out his phone. "I'mma text Pira later t' bring ya home somethin' to eat. Whaty'a want?"

    Chicken dancing through his mind, the chimera let out a dreamy sigh. How he wished he could have a chicken salmon poke bowl bowl right about now. But, should he really ask for that? Wouldn't it inconvenience him? It probably would. Maybe he should just ask for soup. But, the desire within was bottomless.

    [A chicken salmon poke bowl would be nice. Sorry, is that asking for too much?] A written paper note asked.

    "No, dat's f'ne, I'll text Pira 'bout it," Varg said, phone out in front of him. "I'mma bring in th' laptop. Th' Magical Girl manga ya like recently finished airing its anime, right? Try an' relax until ya start feelin' sleepy."

    Laptop placed on the bedside tray, the hyena raised himself upward as the theme song for Mahou Shoujo Culinaretisse: The Animation started playing. Ah, they made an anime for that? When did that happen? It must have happened while he was still in college. Gazing at the episode count, he could feel the fatigue ready to set in. Sixty five episodes? How did he not hear of this airing? He lived under an anime rock.

    Soft, fluffy food adventures bouncing around on the screen for awhile, the hyena closed his eyes. This show was way more soothing than the manga, was that normal? Maybe it was, or maybe his head was playing tricks on him, who knows? Feeling himself about ready to doze off as the sixth episode played, he closed his eyes. Goodnight, Magical Culinaretisse Berry Jam, sweet dreams.

    Three and a half hours later.

    Hearing his door open, the young adult rubbed his eyes. What time is it? Huh, when did it become almost seven in the evening? Hearing familiar shoes coming in, he buried himself beneath the covers. Ah, right, Pira is probably home from work. Did he sleep too long? Maybe he did. Bedside tray soon in front of him once more, he could feel sharp eyes on him.

    "Evening, kiddo, did you sleep alright?" Pira asked. "Here's your poke bowl. Try and eat slowly."

    Bowl of chicken and fish laid out in front of him, a small note had been underneath it. Letter from Jiaolong to call him if he needs anything, he closed his eyes for a moment. Yinlong's family restaurant's making poke bowls now, are they? He needed to go there personally next time, for sure. Chopsticks in his right hand, the savory fish almost didn't make it down the pipe. Taking a deep breath, he tried again. Please, let this lump from within fade away already.

    [Thank you, Pira.] A written note said. Scribbling further, his eyes wandered. [Did you eat today? Please, don't order out for the rest of the week, I'm begging you! It's not healthy.]

    "Don't worry about me. I ate plenty. My job site has a rice stand. I would have brought you home some, but you shouldn't be eating anything like that right now," Pira responded, tone calm. "And, I promise you, kiddo, we won't order anything out if it makes you feel any better." His tone then shifted. "Strix and Varg told me you tried cooking this morning. Please don't do that until the doctor gives you the okay to do so." He tried to keep it together as he continued. "You know, I've seen coworkers succumb to this ailment you have before. And, we aren't going to let that happen to you. So, we'll make do with bland, flavorless microwaved food for awhile if it means you'll focus on recovery."

    Pushing the empty poke bowl aside, the hyena closed his eyes. If they weren't going to order out for the next week or so, he supposed he didn't mind being cooped up in this prison for a little while longer. Turning onto his side, he could feel a desire flow through him. Maybe when this comes to pass, he could buy a nice new air fryer. That microwave had gotten quite old and dusty, hadn't it?

    [Can I go shopping for air fryer next week?] A written note asked. Ah, no, he shouldn't have asked that.

    "Of course, kiddo," Pira said in a calm tone. "If you've recovered." He then let out a yawn. "I'm going to take a quick nap. Text Varg if you need anything."

    Brother exiting the room, the chimera curled underneath the covers. He needed to recover fast. That old toaster oven could blow any day now, couldn't it? Playing word puzzles on his phone for a couple hours, the young adult could feel himself about ready to doze off once more. Goodnight, world.

    A week and a half and a few doctors visits later.

    Days droning by slowly, the chimera was ready to return to the work world. Removing the vacation notice from his website, the hyena hovered over to his bookmarks. It's been awhile since he last checked the anonymous food blogger's page. Should he take a look? Maybe he should. Frantic, but short message waiting for him, he almost wanted to click off at what waited for him.

    <The Death Toll Has Risen. Do Not Go To An All You Can Eat Buffet.>
    Anonymous

    "I don't know why, but it would seem we haven't been able to solve any cases lately. And now, the death toll to food ghost related murders has increased to three hundred ninety nine people. I don't know what is going on, but to the investigation team, please stop slacking. More people have left this world than I can count.

    I have gotten quite a few reports about many people dying to a group of monstrous squid ball skewers over in Shanghai, along with that, I have gotten many reports about people buying air fryers and finding themselves tied to the train tracks and run over to death by them. So, whatever you do, do not buy air fryers under any circumstance right now.

    If anyone wishes to assist me on the Shanghai incident, I need people to reach out to me as soon as possible. But, please, this time, take this seriously. We really can't allow for anyone else to die. I seriously cannot allow anyone else to die on my watch. I need about seven people for this. And, to anyone not taking this seriously, don't even waste my time."


    Only four comments left, the hyena placed his finger on his chin. Should he sign up for this? Maybe he should. Why is nothing getting done lately? Something is really not right about all that. Leaving a comment, he let out a groan at the next portion. Oh, great! Haunted air fryers, too. Just what he needed right now. Phone buzzing, a strange text soon glared daggers at him.

    <Orok>
    {Heya, Siorc, remember me? I'm Orok. Your brother told me you wanted to go air fryer shopping! But, he's working and can't take you, so my sis and I are gonna come over and drive you to the kitchen appliance store in the next town over. Is that cool with you?}

    <Kezdo>
    {Sorry, we know you'd probably prefer if your bro did all that, but we gotta nice big car. And, besides, we want an air fryer too! That cool with you? You can come over our house and cook something too, if you want!}


    Strangers flowing through his phone, the hyena blinked. Orok and Kezdo, who were they again? Ah, right, a few of Pira's younger snake coworkers, how could he forget? Maybe he didn't mind going shopping with them. But, what if they knew about the paranormal food investigation team? Putting a cork in it, he typed away.

    <Siorc>
    {Alright with me. Do you need my address?}

    <Kezdo>
    {Nah, we know where you live. We'll be there in twenty.}

    <Siorc>
    {Alright, then. Thank you.}


    Making meaty oatmeal on the stove, the hyena could hear Hase whine in the corner of the room. Did she chip a nail again? Man, her fingernails sure have gotten brittle lately, hadn't they? He really needed to tell Deigr and Coiote to stop making her diet like this. It wasn't healthy. Setting the oats on the table, he looked his sister in the eyes.

    "Morning, Siorc, you seem lovely today!" Hase said, laughing. "Is that oatmeal for me? There's no sugar and additives in it, right?"

    [No, of course not. Are you and Leah eating properly?] Slow sliding text across his tablet asked.

    "Uh, yeah, we totally overate on our trip in Belgium!" Hase cried, fingers touching. "In fact, Leah and I are going out for salads later!"

    [Where's Leah? And, please, eat more than a salad! It's not enough.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Uh, gee, she just stepped out!" Hase said, laughing weakly. She then heard a knock. "Woah, was that the door? Better get going!"

    [Please stop with this diet of yours, Hase. Leah, too.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "I will, I will promise!" Hase cried, fingers twitching. "Uh, shouldn't you get going? You wouldn't want to keep your friends waiting, would you?"

    Bag slung over his shoulder, the young adult headed for the door. Tall, young adult woman with blonde hair fading into brown and a white dress waving, a shorter girl with greenish blonde bangs and an eyepatch put a small smile on her face. The eyepatched woman, she must have been Kezdo. He remembered now, when did he last see her? Ah, right, right before he left for college. He forgot.

    "Mornin', kiddo," Orok said. "Let's get you that air fryer!"

    "Hear they're selling like hotcakes these days, so there's probably not any good ones left," Kezdo said. "Prepare to race."

    Heading for the girl's SUV, the hyena's knees buckled. Were people buying out the stock of air fryers to avoid dealing with a monster? Probably. He supposed that was the case. Kitchen appliance store reached in twenty minutes, the young adult gulped. Please, don't let the air fryers be haunted!

    Store as busy as ever, the chimera couldn't help but notice the air fryer section had been void of people altogether. This place was booming with activity, huh? What a bold face lie. Did he have the wrong store? Perhaps he did. Big one with two doors glaring at him, he gulped. There was something fishy about that one. Why was that the only one on sale?

    "Looks like that's the only one they got," Orok said. "You wanna buy it, or should we go somewhere else?"

    [No, this one is fine. I'll take it.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "You sure?" Kezdo asked. "Don't you think the price is kinda suspiciously cheap?"

    [It's alright, I'll just return it if it's not satisfactory.] Slow sliding text across his tablet said.

    "Fair enough, kiddo," Orok said, she then rose her hand in the air. "Hey, sir, we'd like you to ring up these air fryers for us!"

    One hundred euros poorer, the young adult swore his bag shook as he exited the store. Is it just him, or is the air fryer screaming expletives in there? Ah, no, it's just his imagination. Strutting towards the car, something sharp was slapped upon the back of his head, he had soon been a wet noodle.

    Opening his eyes who knows when later, the hyena's nostrils burned. Huh, why does he smell a strong scent of diesel all of a sudden? Gazing downward, his eyes pulsated. Tight rope cutting him off, everything froze. How did he end up here? Hearing a loud choo, choo, the world was ready to burn.

    "Choo choo, eat gas!" a creature shouted.

    Gigantic air fryer racing down the tracks, the hyena let out a scream. Where did this thing come from? He needed to get off these tracks right away! Tight rope binding him, he grit his teeth. Someone, anyone, please help him! But, it was too late, the creature was coming, choo, choo. Or, so the chimera thought. Person lunging towards him, a scream came his way.

    "I'm here to rescue you, hang on!"

    Kind stranger cutting the ropes, everything spun. What happened? How did he get here? Air fryer in his bag continuing to pulsate, the stranger escorted him home. Leaving the monster in the kitchen, the young adult buried his head underneath his pillow for hours on end. Why? Why are even air fryers haunted? Someone, end this madness!

    ->

    The next day.

    Anonymous blogger asking him to head for Shanghai, a frantic set of words had come his way. Pleas aplenty begging him to make sure this mission is solved, he closed his eyes as he headed for the portal. Had truly nothing gotten done while he was forced to take a leave of absence? He needed to work extra hard today. Group of four waiting for him by the portal, his eyes wandered. Man, not new faces again, no wonder not much is getting done around here.

    Standing in the center had been a fuchsia haired panda dragon person with dark pink eyes who looked tired as ever. Pink haired panda dragon woman with long locks going down to her backside, he gazed at the next two people. Tall blond haired man with a braid and lederhosen, next to him had been a short young blonde with a small ponytail and black bat wings on her. Bathrobe upon her, he turned away. Someone clearly wasn't ready for this mission.

    "You're here," the fuchsia haired dragon panda said. "We need to hurry, the food monsters in Shanghai are really bad. My name is Zhulong, and this is my sister Yanglong. We came here from China through the portal."

    "Didn't need to say that, you know," Yanglong said, sighing. "Those two over there are Millio and Harminc. Careful with Harminc, she's got a temper as fiery as her bat wings."

    "That's right, don't mess with me," Harminc said. "And, you'd better not be stupid, either!"

    "Whatevs, can we just go to our table and kill the ghosts already?" Millio asked, tone annoyed.

    "I guess," Zhulong said, sighing. "Remember, you have to order everything on the menu to lure the squid ball skewer ghost, and we need to kill them before they get the chance to poison anyone. They put poisonous laundry pods in people's food. Don't let that happen, understand? Now, let's go."

    Jumping through the portal, a bustling city full of neon lights awaited him. Man, Shanghai was beautiful. Maybe he should take a vacation here someday. But, he shook such thoughts away. Focus, Siorc, he's here to work, not think about leisure! Buffet place reached, a table had been ordered.

    Everyone going up and plopping everything down on their plates, a chill dropped down the hyena's spine. Was it just him, or was it really cold here? Returning to the table, he gazed down at his food. Laundry pods dropping from up above, he rose from his chair. Looking forward, he closed his eyes. Triple squid ball skewer with rotting meat glaring daggers at him, the pods of doom dropped into everyone's foods on the tables nearby.

    "Your fooooooooooooooooooooood could use a nice waaash!" the evil squid ball skewer shouted.

    People dropping on the ground one after another, the hyena opened his bag. Nope, not today, squid ball skewer monster, they're going down! Multiple people crying their throats burned, their stomachs hurt, the young adult leaped upward. So long, fiend, they're not about to live to tomorrow!

    "What are you doing?!" Harminc cried. "That stupid little knife of yours isn't going to work!" As she said such, she flew upward. "Take this, and hurry up! More people are dropping like flies as we speak!"

    "Aaah, what's this?!" a victim cried. "Why is there a laundry pod in my food?! Oh no, I bit it!" Plop.

    Crowd crying one after another, the young adult stared down at the container in his hand. Soy sauce, is Harminc serious right now? Standing on the table, he let out a sigh as the rest of his teammates opened the small circular plastic things. Would this really solve everything? It probably wouldn't.

    "Take this!" Millio cried. "Soy sauce of death!"

    "Soy sauce of death!" Zhulong cried.

    "Burn, you evil scum!" Yanglong shouted.

    "Eaaaaaaaaaaat your laundry pods! They're heeeeeeeeeelthy!" the squid ball skewer monster shouted.

    Final toss of the soy sauce delivered, the monsters aplenty dropped like flies. Multiple people wheeled to the hospital, the hyena covered his face. These monsters, why are they getting more and more dangerous? Late morning rolling over China's skies, the hyena leaped through the portal once more.

    Returning home, the hyena slumped onto his bed. Raining laundry pods littering through his memory, the hyena screamed into his pillow. Why did so many people have to bite into those things? The casualties, they're going to pile up even more now! Wave of tiredness overtaking him, one last thought took him away for the evening.

    He needs to find out what's causing this soon.

    No, who's causing this soon.

    Time is ticking.



    And now, the chemical pneumonitis arc is over. Things will get worse from here.
     
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