Day 1: Competitive
(Yep, back at it again with another writing challenge. I miss writing prose so I figured why not. For this first prompt, there's a set of characters that's been on my mind recently as I wrote down the episode they're introduced in recently: Felly's family! Here you'll meet his twin sister Themeparalla (Artian of theme park food) and his older brother Fastfoodtidious (Artian of fast food). I love these idiot siblings.)
Fastfoodtidious could finally feel the brownie kicking in as he drummed his fingers on the couch he was laying on. He could still hear his younger siblings' muffled argument from somewhere behind the wall. His fingers tapped faster as he wondered just how long it was gonna take for them to finally get to the part he had been waiting for. Then, the argument had stopped and the air grew still. Fastfoodtidious knew what was coming next but even then the wait was agonizing. Finally, he heard the door slam behind him and that wonderful sound. “FASTY! WE NEED YOU TO BE OUR JUDGE!”
Thank A.R.T, any longer and Fastfoodtidious might’ve actually considered making some food of his own (the horror). He rose up from the couch cushions and planted himself on the top looking down at his younger siblings. He leaned his head against the palm of his hand in a bid of nonchalance even though he could feel the munchies getting stronger.
“So…what happened this time?”
Themeparalla tried to raise a hand but Fairifellian cut her off, “Don’t listen to her! She’s just being a stifling hack!”
Themeparalla slapped his hand away and then pointed at him, “I’m just trying to keep YOU-,” She poked Fairifellian’s head, “from creating a gooey disaster!”
Fairifellian fired back with popcorn popping from his pot with each word, “You’d think I’d be the one who’d make a gooey disaster Miss ‘World’s Largest Lava Cake!’”
Although entertaining to watch the twins fight, Fastfoodtidious had to butt in sooner or later before they started really going at it again. The faster they get to the good part the better.
He sighed, “Can we just skip to whatever you two were arguing about before?”
“Fine.” Fairifellian pulled out a small piece of paper from under his apron. “So I was trying to experiment figuring out a good ratio for a new churro recipe I’m working on with a mixed chocolate and cajeta filling.” He then pulls a pen out to tap the paper. “Of course all the calculations were getting boring to I go to ask Themeparalla for advice-”
Themeparalla butts in and wags a finger at Fairifellian, “Because I’m clearly better at math than you.”
Fairifellian shoos her off, “Because I figured you would know how to make a dish dense with flavor without needless portion size expansion. So then I go and see her writing down a recipe of her own.”
“I was also in a churro making mood as well and decided to try and attempt a tres leches churro,” Themeparalla noted. The blades inside her head began to spin faster, “But when this loon looked at what I was making, he decided to try and one-up me and tried to make a SEIS LECHES CHURRO!”
The popcorn popping became more intense matching Fairifellian’s passion, “Because why not think bigger! Just imagine the flavor explosion of seis leches!”
“Seis leches?! En esta economía?! You’d just be making a giant unwieldy churro that could never have all those flavors in one bite!” Themeparalla’s blades span to match Fairifellian’s energy.
The yelling continued as popcorn spilled from Fairifellian’s head and cotton candy flew across the room from Themeparalla’s head. However Fastfoodtidious barely noticed as he daydreamed of stuffing his face with drawers. He was knocked back somewhat closer to reality as he felt a wet spot through his glove. He looked down and realized his fantasizing made him unconsciously drool drinks out from his head which now seeped into the couch and onto the floor. He pried his hand off, noting the stickiness, and looked around to see all the spilled popcorn and cotton candy. He shrugged and figured cleaning all this up would be a problem for sober Fastfoodtidious cause right now he had a job to do. He grabbed a large soda cup from under his apron and held it up to his head. He let some nice extra cold soda pour from the fountain and then splashed it onto his siblings to get their attention.
“Yo, don’t I still need to judge something?” he said as he threw the soda cup away.
The two siblings stopped their argument and looked back as if remembering Fastfoodtidious was there.
Fairifellian tried to shake off the soda as he exclaimed, “Right, I’m gonna attempt to make a seis leches churro and I want you to taste test to see if it actually does taste like all seis leches.”
Fastfoodtidious could already imagine the wondrous taste even a failure would have been. But he knew that wouldn’t be enough, he wanted more. So he took a gamble and pointed to Themeparalla, “And are you gonna try and make those other churro recipes from before to show Fairifellian that less is more?”
Themeparalla snapped her fingers, “That’s actually a great idea! Surprised you came up with it.”
Fairifellian then turned to Themeparalla. “Well, then I just have to show you that more is more!” he exclaimed as he rushed off.
Themeparalla yelled as she darted off too “Oh I’ll show you!”
Mission accomplished. Now all Fastfoodtidious had to do was wait and devour those churros. But for now he was still hungry. He looked around at the mess on the floor. He picked up a glob of popcorn and cotton candy that had gotten stuck together on the floor. He shrugged and popped the mess into his bottom drawer.