May Be Foul...But yet to be passionate.

Chapter Sixteen

Espresso frowned in confusion as he watched Clotted Cream and  Madeleine pass by..."Was that...Madeleine?" Espresso could recognize the other because of his luscious blonde and just royal blue cape that fluttered his steps. But instead of pure blonde hair it was covered in...splatters of what looked like blood or...black goop. 

Espresso bit his lip as he stared at the corpse he was dragging. The corpse belonged to a dark follower with...big hole wounds in their stomach. Espresso was able to tell that Clotted Cream killed this dark follower because who else would make such...giant wounds? His tethers, of course, Espresso doesn't want to know what else Clotted Cream is capable of with the use of tethers. Brutal murder, for sure. Espresso had found the corpse laying in the middle of the hallway next to his room door. He assumed Clotted Cream must of just...left it on the floor carelessly. 

Espresso supposed he should bring the corpse to the mud beach and give a small visit to Seaweed, to keep his promise that he made with Seaweed earlier. But then he stopped as he noticed Madeleine and Clotted Cream walking by. The only reason Madeleine would have been here was because he would have wanted to visit him, but that surely wasn't the case. Whatever happened wasn't good and it made Espresso worry. Questions began filling up his mind as he went back to doing his original task.  Did Madeleine join Clotted Cream? But no, that wouldn't make sense. Espresso exited the base which took a long time to do as he wasn't too familiar with the directions yet. Madeleine was too happy-spirited to ever be...evil. It wouldn't make sense. 

Espresso continuously dragged the corpse as more questions filled his mind, but then again something could have happened that made Madeliene join. There are just so many possibilities. Espresso tried to think about Madeleine's appearance just now, and he what he looked like- Something awful happened. Dried blood and...black goop? Clotted Cream was splattered in black goop as well. What has happened? Whatever it was, it made him nervous. Worried. When did he get so pressed on about someone's state of being? Espresso sighed as he got more worried for Madeleine, the questions are bothering him a lot.

Perhaps he'll ask Clotted Cream about this later in the day. Yes, he will. Eventually, Espresso made it to the mud beach of Choco Mud Town. Seaweed wasn't visible out here yet...she must be asleep perhaps? Taking a break, Espresso let go of the corpse and went to check in Seaweed's tent. He smiled softly as he was met up with Seaweed sleeping in her tent peacefully, thank Earthbread. But his smile then fell as he noticed... another cookie cuddled up with her. Espresso frowned in confusion as he stared at the other, isn't that...Espresso bit his lip as he tried remembering. He swore he can recall this cookie, he's met them back at the Pure Vannila Kingdom. Uhh-- Aha! This was Elder Oyster Cookie's envoy!" Espresso finally remembered. How could he forget? Espresso remembered the cookie getting a report from Clotted Cream Cookie, back when he was the consul. 

Huh, the way one connects to another. It was fascinatingly surprising, Espresso stared at the other quietly. Did Seaweed mention to him that she had a friend? Or--- What could be Girlfrie- Wait, no. Lover. Espresso had heard Elder Oyster referring to her envoy as they, and he doesn't want to assume. But besides that, who knew Seaweed and Elder Oyster's Envoy were together? Espresso just sighed with a smile of relief as he now knew Seaweed isn't always alone, at least there was someone who was accompanying her when he didn't have time to visit. 

Espresso then closed the tent, letting the two have their own privacy as they continued sleeping. He then went to grab a shovel but froze as he then noticed another corpse on the floor. Another dark follower must have died today...Huh, Clotted Cream can't have a day without killing more than one dark follower, can he? Espresso sighed as he examined the new corpse. It seems like the cookie had died a few minutes ago...There was no hole or stab wounds besides what looked like a big smash in the head. What type of force was used on this one? Espresso frowned as he slowly placed his hand on the other's wrist to check something. Wait a minute, the cookie was still breathing! It was conscious! Espresso's eyes widened as he checked the cookie further, alive. Did Clotted Cream or some other dark follower really leave him knocked out and dragged him here?