The Forbidden Rice Krispy [Short Story]
🌸: "NO!!! YOU HAVE TO SEE WHAT I JUST MADE!!!"
Agent Dawn vibrated with excitement, tugging at Bee Boi’s sleeve but keeping a safe distance from Agent Night. She knew he’d probably hiss at her or something.
🐝: "Okay!! Okay...!! But you gotta promise we’ll keep the crochet club going after!"
🌸: "Pinky promise!"
With utmost seriousness, she interlocked pinkies with Bee Boi before they both turned to Agent Night, whose expression was stone cold.
🐈⬛: "I want to explode."
🌸: "YAY, HE’S IN TOO!! LET’S GO!!"
She grabbed Bee Boi’s wrist, dragging him along. Defeated, he just smiled and went with it. Agent Night, meanwhile, followed at the speed of suffering.
AND THEN—
Before them sat a plate. A brick lay hidden beneath a worn rag. Agent Dawn, grinning proudly, yanked the rag off.
🌸: "TA-DA!! BOTH OF U LIKE CHOCCY, NAH??? HERE’S RICE KRISPIES!! I MADE IT MYSELF!!!"
It was the forbidden Rice Krispy.
Burnt. Cursed. A culinary war crime.
🐈⬛: "Yeah, I’m out."
Agent Night turned to flee but was yoinked back by Bee Boi, who grabbed his collar.
🐝: "No, Cat. We try Dawnie’s Rice Krispy, then we crochet. Okke?"
Agent Night gulped.
Dawn cut three pieces.
Bee Boi took the first bite.
CRUNCH.
Loud. Concerning. Bone-shattering. Yet, his rosy cheeks glowed as he smiled.
🐝: "LOVE IT, DAWNIE!! IT’S SUPER!!!"
Agent Night…
🐈⬛: "Bleuagh."
He fainted.
🌸: "Drama queenie!!!"
She smirked, tapping Bee Boi’s shoulder.
🌸: "Crochet club time?!"
🐝: "YAY!! I carry Cat-Boy!!"
Bee Boi effortlessly hoisted Agent Night onto his shoulders, and they retreated back to their crochet club, leaving behind only crumbs and trauma.