A Special Type Of Gnache (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Eight: Unforeseen

CRUNCHY CHIPS POV:

I put the small pen down on the rustic and slightly dirty wooden table along with my damaged notebook. If I'm being honest, I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, but sometimes I write to myself. If it's just like a day summary or some sort of eventful event,  I would write it down!

But anyways, some weirdo is knocking on my door late at night around midnight. I don't get much visitors either, so perhaps it could be an intruder? A assasin waiting to chop me up to mini jellies? Or maybe someone dropped some gifts as a welcome back gift!

Curiosity fills my mind as I exit my room. My cream wolf number four was still asleep on my giant mattress while I was writing in my journal. Closing the door quietly, my coat slips between my shoulders since it is pretty cold tonight. Night attire was never my thing, I usually just strip to boxer briefs and a shirt sometimes, but tonight I was just wearing boxer briefs though. My majesty Dark Cacao cookie gave me heater privileges when I moved in, I will never forget that day when my cold stale house was enlightened with the comforting heat!

I don't even know how it works, but there's this like, generator, called a "heater", and its connected to multiple vents around my house! Espresso cookie came over one time and noticed it, I asked him how it works as he explained the whole process off thermal heat and how it produces it so you can be warm. Whatever that is, I didn't get it at all! I just pulled the card where I kept nodding my head up and down and kept saying "okay" like I got it, but truthfully I didn't.

Not the point though, he's too smart for his own good. And wayyy to grumpy too. I drank one of his "espressos" before and it tasted like crap! Way to bitter, and way too strong! I remember I couldn't sleep for 2 days just because of that, but at least it pumped me up and gave me as much energy as possible.

My footsteps creeked beneath the wooden planks as I make my way down through the stairs. My house is kind of big; again, with the Dark Cacao assistance, he ordered the workers to build me a bigger house. That big guy needs to stop spoiling me! I don't need such a big house, build me a small tent and I can live there forever! I'm still thankful though, a king that many people think have the coldest heart is actually a king that's very generous and kind. Even though he treats me with some respect just because I've helped so much, he still treats citizens with the utmost respect and kindness to anyone in his path.

The door rumbled again as I get irritated of the repeated knocking.

I get that it's cold, but cmon man! You chose to be here near midnight!

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WILDBERRYS POV:

It's... way too cold here... I should of listened to Hollyberry cookie and wore multiple layers...

Wildberry stood there behind a wooden door that's home to a pretty big house. His attire was his normal gauntlet, chestplate, headband, steel pants, and crimson scarfs decorating his outfit. The certain knight has arrived at the Dark Cacao Kingdom being admitted for a certain request; though, he is in bad shape though at the moment.

Being raised in a tropical environment made Wildberry foreign with cold weather. The individual didn't think that temperatures can reach this low, as he stands there trembling from the cold with his bare arms exposed. Sure, the chestplate and regular attire does grant warmth, but since the temperature is changing the metals warmth, it's making his body heat even colder.

Wildberry knocks again, with an exhausted sigh erupting from his mouth. The breathe can be seen from the snow storm happening as white fog emits from his breath. He can't take it anymore, and if he doesn't answer he might just freeze up unfortunately.