A Special Type Of Gnache (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Twelve: Rest

CRUNCHY CHIP'S POV:

"Just stay calm crunchy chip cookie... Everything's going to be okay."

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Personally, from where I see it, nothings going to be 'okay'. The more we play the game for hours and hours is the more I get more flustered and stammer way too much. A few turns felt like hours, and the countless words errupted from his firm tone made my insides jump up and down. His story telling just made me more nervous and trying to prepare myself for what's happening next.

Right now it's the fourth round, and Wildberry was going. I got a punishment card for not answering the last question which was: 'Answer a custom would you rather generated from your peer you are playing with', and Wildberry Cookie said would you rather give up all your cream wolves or get kicked out of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. How absurd of him to! I would never pick a side over my comrades or my wolves.

So, I picked up a punishment card. We were tied on round four, as Wildberry is telling his story about his card.

The card Wildberry picked was 'Name your most terrifying story that you experienced, if you can scare the other player with your story telling, he picks up a punishment card."

Dude, call me a coward or whatever, but I absolutely HATE scary movies, stories, shows, whatever the fuck there is correlating to something scary. I'm not afraid of the dark, nor like any fear of the ocean or heights, but if there's so sort of monster in the story like clowns or ghost, sign me the fuck out!

And when he was telling the story, he did everything he could to scare me! He was talking about how when he was a teen he went to the local graveyard to pay respects for his grandparents, and he could of sworn he heard voices and movement around him, so that's where we are right now!

"When paying the respects..." he whispered in to my ear, giving me shivers down my spine, "scurrying became in notice around the bushes..."

Trembling in fear from this stupid story he's telling, I look like a baby cradling to its mommy in this position I'm in. Not only did he change his voice tone to as low as he can go, it words are more sinister and dark with full of ominous magic. He made hand gestures whenever explaining as he would touch my stomach with his big fingers in attempt to make me distributbed.

Unfortunately, it worked. My body was shaking and trembling ontop of his legs as I gripped my thigh in attempt to brace for impact on what happens next. All my energy was sucked out of me in some sort of vacuum; never was I good with spooky stories and I don't think I ever will be.

"W-what happened next-?" I asked in a shaky voice.

The yellow glowing eyes looked up to the opposing head in a left and right movement to see where his head was. Wildberry was on his right, generating the most solem and stern face he can generate bringing chills through his veins.

"The sounds got louder and louder, and the rumbling of bushes and footsteps grow around me..." Wildberry's hand crawls through in a spider like fashion to his bare thighs, going ontop of the two hands and gently squeezing it. Crunchy chip whimpers in response as he blushes profoundly.

"When I was about to run out of the grave yard... I hear a distant voice, almost like an elder women's voice speaking words in a coherent tone. Being g curious enough, I drop the flowers ontop of the grave and dash towards the sound." Wildberry cookie releases the light grip on crunchy chips hand and places the bear hug back to his stomach.

"Did- Did you find... The voice? The s-source?" Crunchy chip quietly says.

"Yes... I infact do." his voice remaining in a uncanny tone,"when chasing the voice, I saw a sillouette of a familiar figure. She had a dress that was crimson red, and a light red colored hair which looked unkempt. She was standing in the middle of the graveyard near another certain grave, with her back facing me. Her dress was ripped, she had no shoes, and her hair was messy. The melody she was producing was rather disturbing, almost like a screech and a scratch against a chalkboard. Though, the voice did sound somewhat familiar... "