I didn’t cook this one yet, but it’s probably still okay
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♕ - Life had undoubtedly reach one of it’s darkest hours. Here they were, somehow, the unlikely combination of the free spirited Demyx and food crushed Sora had found themselves tied by the threads Destiny as they ended up in the same exact kitchen. An unholy scent already beginning to drift as the intimidating presence of chaos incarnate had already began to permeate with the ex-members lively hums. So why? Within this span of time, why did it feel as if there was a earth splitting, mind shattering pressure forcing everything outside of Demyx and the chalice of unholy meals settled safe in hand?
Dripping down alongside Sora’s forehead wasn’t just sweat, a cold, outright primal fear gripped the spirit and squeezed as his heart as he shakily steps over to his turned back. Cautious screamed to be exercise from every instinct, the impulse to draw forth the keyblade’s divine light served to be a close second, the only thing that managed to breed any form of hesitation would be the genuine heartfelt look that managed to meddle into that carefree disposition. Tension left the keybearer tense upon his toes.
“Co.. Cook what.. Demyx, not only is it’s 4am.. that’s a bowl of ce.. re.. cerea..”
“D.. Demyx.. What is.. why is that milk so chun.. chonk... rrrrrghh--”
He screamed.
Eldritch levels of horror began to spiral and bloom from the cursed form of off-brand Cocoa Pebbles as it’s laced and interwined with what wasn’t milk at all. Unfathomable darkness spilled from the bowl’s tip and instantly began to make a river of chaos that blew out every single window of the bistro. Sora’s mind was sent swimming, his form barely standing, so lost in the powerful abomination made as some haphazard form of apology as the attack stomps down. He could feel the blinding pressure squeeze and crush at his ribs as actual blood was coughed up from his mouth.
Much.. This was too much!
In the midst of all this growing hell would be the very cocoa pops mascot revealing it’s merciless eyes upon the keybearer. Such deviancy made unknowing by Demyx had granted the nobody his blessing, a sigil of protection as long as he continued to use such powers to destroy the worlds. Not even Sora’s ill attempt to summon the keyblade could draw forth a remnant of hope.
The second he did, what felt like a titanic blast, the force of 10 shattering suns concentrated and nailed him directly in the gut. A strangled gasp escaped with a pained groan as lost that said footing, causing him to be lost in the encroaching flood of cursed cereal and the spiraling rush of darkness that began to engulf his outright unlucky world.
