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Crunchy Chip had never been sick in his life as the Captain of the Cream Wolves. He’d felt worse on days, sore even, but he could keep riding, set up camp, and tend to his wolf companions.
Then he felt sick.
So very sick.
Crunchy Chip’s dough was tired, heavy, and the jam in his veins seemed to freeze. He felt terrible, and even though he tried to patrol, he just couldn’t. And then the monsters he was supposed to help stop reached the citadel.
He’d failed.
Crunchy Chip sighed as he slowly put on his uniform this morning, clutching the discarded incense burner he’d found in several of his tents. And from what he could tell, poison had been put inside. He was about to meet with King Dark Cacao this morning, Caramel Arrow watching over the Cream Ridge until he was able to return.
If he returned.
He took another breath, walking to the throne room doors, waiting for them to open. He kept the burner hidden in his coat.
The doors opened, and Crunchy Chip sucked in the immediate feeling of nausea that hit him like a wave. It was passing, but it still caught him off guard, and he nearly stumbled as he walked into the room, bowing after greeting his king with a small nod.
“You failed in your duties, Captain.” Affogato said, speaking instead of his king. “Monsters from the Cream Ridge reached the citadel.”
Crunchy Chip took a deep breath, taking out the incense burner.
“I have reason to believe someone poisoned my comrades and I with incense, as I found these littered around my tents and camp. I was sick, barely able to move.” Forcing his voice from raising to a yell, trying desperately to not cry.
Failure.
It was a terrifying word.
The affair was over soon enough, and as he headed back to his camp, and his wolves, he swore he saw Affogato carrying an identical burner.