❝ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐏𝐀 . ❞ - 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟 '𝑠 𝐷𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑙𝑙

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

"Good morning, everyone! It is now 7 a.m. and nighttime is officially over! Time to rise and shine! Get ready to greet another beee-yutiful day!"

What was the last thing he remembered?

Popcorn being guilty of killing Squid Ink, and when that was over...

Oh.

He was walking into some sort of camera room, and blacked out.

But how? Who? He did hear a voice before being knocked out.

——

"...You aren't supposed to be here."

——

Right.

It would explain why his head hurt so much.

He rose slowly out of bed, rubbing the side of his head, and left his dorm

-

When he reached the dining hall, they'd already begun to eat. Cinnamon managed to grab a few things before eating with the rest of them.

Silence.

He wasn't surprised.

Especially Peppermint.

Given how their friend died and the entire trial last night; and Yogurt Cream still seemed to be offended by what Peppermint said about him dying instead of Ink.

[ "Their tension's higher than ever!" ]

Once they stopped eating, Cinnamon stayed behind and helped Whipped Cream and Peppermint clean up.

"Do you think," Whipped Cream started, but caught a plate that was going to hit the floor. "He's still mad about what you said?"

"Maybe." Peppermint responds blankly, putting the silverware that was in their hands away before leaving.

Whip came closer to Cinnamon. "Is Peppermint still upset about Squid Ink?"

Cinnamon puts a plate down, nodding.

The next few minutes were silent; it wasn't long until they both finished and Cinnamon decided to wander the halls thinking about last night.

[ "Who even is that? And what did they even hit me with?!" ]

[ "And what even was that room? I only looked inside and there were many—camera feeds. Lots of screens." ]

[ "Was that supposed to be a camera...Security room?" ]

[ "—I don't even know where it is! The only reason that I got there in the first place was because I wasn't watching where I was going!" ]

Cinnamon makes his way up the stairs.

Oh. Peppermint's here.

They're standing near the window, lost in thought.

"Hey Peppermint—"

"What." They turned around.

"How are you holding up?"

"Fine. I'm still upset about Ink though."

Cinnamon falls silent but asks, "Did you really mean what you said about Yogurt Cream?"

The sailor looked—or glared at him, he felt a bit imitated by them.

"Maybe." Peppermint turns back to the window. "He only cares about himself and his only friend is someone he shouldn't trust in the first place."