In a dark room, the sound of dripping can be heard. It drops on the tiled floor, creating a puddle of bright red blood.
It came from the tip of a knife, and to its blade.
The persons hand tightened their hold on the handle, raise it above their head and slammed it down.
Splurt!
The blood sprayed on the tiled wall. That person was also sprayed but they casually wiped it with the back of their hand, smudging the blood against their cheek.
“What the fuck?!”
The lights turned on and Greg witnessed a murder scene in the kitchen, “What the hell are you doing?!” he exclaimed.
Philia looked at her brother with a confused look. She looked at the knife in her hand, the now butchered headless chicken on the cutting board, as well as the blood spray on the wall.
“I'm cooking.”
Greg, “…” In the dark?!
He sighed and glanced at the boiling pot and to the murdered chicken, “What are you cooking?”
“Chicken noodles?”
Greg, for once, felt like having a stroke. He strode his way in the kitchen and took the knife off of her sister's hand.
“Hey I'm cooking!”
“You're not cooking anything! You're making a mess!”
Philia pouts and crossed her arm before she crouched down on the floor, “I can clearly cook! And here I am in a good mood who's kind enough to make you chicken noodles!”
Greg glanced at the boiling pot, took a ladle and scooped some out. The water was violet, there was an uncut potato, carrots, cabbage leaf and... Noodles that already looked soggy.
Maddening. This is maddening!
“What the hell is this?!”
“Chicken noodles!”
Greg groaned and called Davao and the employees in the mansion to have the kitchen cleaned. He came down here specifically because he felt hungry and wanted to eat something, but now, looking at the unknown substance of poison that his sister made, his hunger subsided.
Pulling the unwilling child, they got out of the kitchen and banned her from ever touching anything kitchen related.
Philia was so mad, her cheeks were puffing. She stomps her feet and walked back angrily to her room.
“Kuya is such a bully! I won't ever cook you food in this life!” she yelled, slamming the door behind her.
Greg scratch the back of his head. For the first time, he saw such a bratty attitude from her. Of course, she was always a brat but her actions before were like a mature version of a brat, this time, she's acting like a rebelling teenager.
“Davao, you better keep an eye on your master, don't ever let her come near the kitchen again” He ordered. Although ordering someone else's butler isn't always allowed, but Davao will have to agree.
Looking back at the kitchen that looked like a crime scene of a serial killer, he sighed and followed after his master's room. He spent his life with her, but he never thought she would be this bad at cooking.
To think his lady that can fight with blade and stab someone with a straight face can't even skin a chicken or cut a potato.
Once he knocked on the door, he received her permission and entered the room. “My lady, if you're hungry, please don't hesitate to call me.”
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Mandela Effect ( Countryhumans )
FanfictionPhilia lived a good life, as a country-master; she did her job really well... Maybe "too" well. She worked alongside her brothers: Gregorio and Martial. All three of them rose their country to the top and succeeded. There were endless wars and ma...
