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Chapter One: “Empolvados”
007n7 was, to put it shortly, bored.
and also hungry.
But all he could do was stare at the plate of cold pizza.
He didn’t have the guts to tell Elliot he had wanted something else than pizza today.
He wouldn’t make a scene because he didn’t get what he had wanted.
He never was.
Even if Elliot had told him that if he wanted something else for the day they could make something else.
He had woken up late, Elliot had knocked to get him to eat with the others. But he didn’t really feel like wanting to see other people watch him eat, or anything.
So he had asked Elliot to leave him a piece of breakfast at his door.
The blonde was compliant, and did so.
The man was pretty sympathetic when it came to him, somehow.
He’s pretty sure the man still dislikes him a little bit for what c00l did, but he understands. He always did.
And everyone else was good to him.
not to a point where it felt like some kind of pity to him, or where they thought he was something to take care of.
Something broken.
Maybe they had learned that would be worse, and would make him get further than whatever they had tried..
But there was still this sense of him not being enough, of needing to prove himself. Because there was still stiffness when he came in a room with certain people.
and that hurt him more than anything.
He left the plate at his bedside table, covering it so it wouldn’t get attacked by any kind of gross bacteria or dust in the air of the cabin.
He got out of his shark onesie and put on his casual clothes; A blue sweater with the strange image C00l liked, beige cargo pants,and only in case, a white pair of shoes that he put on his gui.
Why not put them on at this instant?
well..
Listen, he does use shoes, but the others are at a round, and that means nobody is at the cabin, so he can go barefoot walking.
…
Does it count as going barefoot if he has hooves?
Anyways, he doesn’t really like using the shoes he’s given.
He grabs an apron just if things get messy and starts walking to the main cabin, grass with dewdrops giving him a soothing sensation.
He entered the kitchen, and waited for some minutes, trying to remember if he had the things for what he planned to do.
he looked between cabinets and nothing, he sighed and spoke
“Hey, the one that keeps us here” he called out to nothing, and nothing changed, so he decided to maybe bait him.. with a small saying in spanish “ya pue leso, te quiero pedir algo po” and that got the attention of the other being.
The air shifted, almost as if it had curiosity as to why it was called with such disrespect.
“what. What do you need.”
“I want to bake something, something sweet, but looking around here there's absolutely nothing, nada” he signaled before putting the apron on, “I hope this doesn’t get as rude but.. Realmente necesito las cosas pue, zanganito”
The air hummed, and it asked “What is the name of the ingredients, little one, i do not have time for this nonsense”
“Necesito.. Chucha” he bit his lip, trying to remember what he needed “Powdered sugar, Manjar- People call it dulce de leche, right? Anyway, next, sifted flour, salt and.. Oh yes! eggs!”
it hummed again and in a blink the ingredients appeared at the counter
“gracias nano, im gonna try and save you something, alright?”
“foolish. But I'll keep it in mind, young one. I am not the one to forget promises”
he nodded, and he felt the shift in the air once again, and he let out a big breath he didn’t know he was holding
“CHUCHA CHUCHA- DIOS!! REALMENTE PENSÉ QUE EL GIL ME IBA A MATAR AQUÍ Y AHORA WEON- Ahh.. Por la cresta..” he talked to no one- the only one listening being his little spider, who snickered at his anxiety.
“ok, now i must start this disaster..”
he sighed and grabbed a bowl
this wont be too much time!
his tail swayed from left to right, burger hat put aside so he could tie it.
He put the oven to preheat at 356°F and placed a can lined with parchment paper.
He couldn’t help but trail off.
He spent most of his childhood years in Bloxile- or Chile, whatever you decide to name it.
He played the gincana, the rayuela, emboque and even the famous trompo!
But he never learned to play the last one too well.
He, by blood, could not be classified as Chilean, his sperm and ovary donors had been from the Bacon Empire(his bacon hair can confirm this). Hell, you could see him and think he hadn’t even planted a foot in south Bloxmerica.
Yet he has, both his mothers- his saviours were from there. He grew in that nation, he learned everything he knew from that thin, yet large and coast full country.
But then, when he was in his mid teenage years(funnily enough, also when his exploits were becoming popular on robloxia under a fake name), his mothers and him had to move to robloxia due to Mother Ro’s job.
He separated the yolk from the egg white part, put it in the bowl, added salt to it and started beating them vigorously
He had to learn everything from zero once they moved, it wasn’t really that difficult.
but he missed the games in mid september.
The free week in said month had always been fun, all due to the independence party! The ramadas and Fondas he and his mothers went to.
He added 1/3 of the sugar and continued beating until it was well incorporated. then repeated the same process with the remaining sugar in batches until he had a firm meringue.
While there still were some places where it was done in robloxia, it wasn’t the same, sometimes, some robloxians would scream at the people in these places.
He soon after added the yolk one by one, beating them slowly for 10 seconds each.
he remembers how distressed he felt when a group of more aged men grabbed him with force and separated him from his two mothers
“You shouldn’t be with these people, fool!” one had screamed at him “Go back to your small house, bacon weirdo”
he wailed when the men had left him in an unrecognized place, an then his mothers found him
He incorporated the flour with gentle, folding motions, using a rubber spatula along the edges, from bottom to top, until it was completely integrated, trying not to lose air in the mixture.
After that, he preferred to only be at his house, sometimes his mothers did the gincana with him and other children from the neighbourhood, anything to preserve the culture.
but other adults didn’t like that too much. Calling his mothers weird and telling their children to not get along with him.
He moved on, he celebrated, but in silence.
He transferred the mixture to a pastry bag fitted with a wide, plain nozzle. Forming dollops of the mixture, approximately 5 cm in diameter but with a slight height, by pressing it and lifting them gently.
He then proceeded to bake for 10 or so minutes, at least until the mixture had browned a little, he then took it from there and let it cool down a little so he could work with it.
He started singing songs in his mind as he took pairs and started filling them with dulce de leche before closing them.
Tren al sur was still permanent glued to his brain, for the better or the worse (seriously, having to sing that song as a 9 year old left it there forever on his brain)
His hoof made slight clicking sounds when he started mindlessly clapping it against the wood floor, forming a soft rhythm. He shoved more powdered glass into a bag and then put the already done sweets into it, shaking it so it would grab the sugar.
he had made more than he had intended (in his defense, The thing had given him a lot to work with.), and he didn’t really know how much people would actually eat.
Well, Vee couldn’t really eat.
He felt sorry for the girl, having to watch others eat while she couldn’t.
There was a total of 42 empolvados.
he grabbed 9, so the others had 33 to eat, he will probably come latter when the round has ended already(the spectre decided to have pity on him, it seems), put them on a plate and then to the fridge they went, just so the sugar wouldn't be Absorbed from being out.
Also, No, he isn’t a bigback like a certain winged admin, he would only eat 3, the others where for..
his son, right? yeah yeah, his son. Just 3 for his son, 1 for both, bluudude and pr3ttypriincess and the one he had promised the spectre.
He walked off the main cabin and went to his bedroom.
He put the one for the spectre on the window very carefully.
“Here you go uh.. MX..”
“The Spectre,”
“Viejo culiao, que te andai metiendo en mi cabeza-” he murmured, a little angered by the thing on his head, before sighing “here you go mx.Spectre.” he said with a smile.
“Thank you, little rascal”
“Man what are those?” Chance peeked through the Fridge, taking out a plate with sweets that looked almost like alfajores.
“Oh- oh! Those- those are Em-Empolvados? I think, right vee?” Noob asked the girl, looking at the plate
“I never have seen those sweets, so I can't really assure you, Noobie..” That gave a certain winged admin the attention to the talk.
“Let me..” Elliot grabbed one, ignored how the powdered sugar fell on his hand and clothing, leaving white marks on the cloth and before he could take a bite Shedletsky appeared and yanked it out of his hand.
“shed!” Builderman exclaimed as the winged one swallowed it in one bite
“mhm, thos’ are re’lly sweet!” the bird man said, mouth still full of the dough and dulce de leche, the others looked disgusted, he swallowed the rest and spoke clearly “ why are you guys looking at me like that?”
“You disgust me” Builderman glared
“I was gonna eat that. And besides, gross, how can you talk with your mouth full? That is so disrespectful!” Elliot reprimanded the taller one
“Take a bite dude” Shed said, grabbing one and before elliot could keep talking, shoved it in his mouth.
the sudden shove made elliot start choking on the sweet, shedletsky let out a soon
”Shed is quite right, pall! those are sweet” chance said, biting one too, liking the taste of the powdered sugar on their mouth.
“Can you.. gi-give me one- please, chance?”
“yeah pall! Take one!”
noob managed to take two on their hands before Shedletsky started trying to take the plate out of chance’s hand
“Calm down dude!”
“NO! THEY ARE SWEET!”
“Jhon Shedletsky.” Builderman called out, making the ex-admin turn around slowly.
builderman glared at chance, a signal to move away before shedletsky focus came back to the plate of sweets
“What?”
“Control yourself, you greedy bird!” he screamed at the bird, coming closer to hit him in the head, the other one let out a small ‘ow’
The door opened with a small screech, revealing 007n7 form with his normal attire, his tail moving slowly, almost like anxious.
everyone shut up to look at him, guest and elliot smiled before the guest spoke
“Hello Zero! We- Chance found these sweets, do you wanna eat some too?” he asked
“i- no no, im fine,” he smiled, fidgeting with his claws, the noob on his head looked at the buff man before smiling like a little imp
“More for me!” Shed proclaimed, before turning to see the plate gone, Chance, two time and Taph eating them in a small , secluded corner.
“What! Where did you two even come from?!” Shedletsky exclaimed
TT chuckled at the reaction of the admin, tail swaying with energy “You said it, those where sweet, we have never tasted this creation, and we are complying with its purpose,” they said almost nonchalant “its purpose is to be eaten, we are doing so” They continued, grabbing another one and taking a big bite out of it
taph grabbed 4 and put them cautiously inside his robe, grabbing another 2 and walked off, wings flapping with happiness.