Life of a wubbox

[Chapter eight]: Food...?

Yknow what I love about being a writer and a artist? You make some random shit at 3 AM and the things you come back to in the morning are heavenly laughing material. On top of that. (Cough Art block cough writers block cough seasonal depression)

Augh.. since this story is about food I'm starting to crave some Taiyaki...

Also- Sorry I got too much into my puzzle... heh.

- Advice

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3rd Person

"Whoa whoa whoa-" The Wubbox cried out in a hushed tone as he kept being dragged along at a pace where he struggled to keep his balance. Before being forced into a seat to the right of Galvana. Who was seated at the end of the table. The next closest monster would be Vhamp. To Wubbox's right.

"Quit whining!" Galvana chortled, earning a glance from the other celestials. It is quite odd to them, as they never heard Wubbox talk yet. How could he even whine if he didn't even say anything? Well... we should probably exclude Attmoz from the he doesn't speak list.

The table they sat at was a long dining hall type made of beautiful oak wood fit for royalty. Their respectable seats carved and represented the user's element.

For example, Torrt. His seat looked like it were crafted for a statue. it's details stunning to the eyes, decorated with the gems of the earthen part of the continent. Perfectly representing his element.

There was Galvana's chair. Which looked like was carved for the queen of thunder and lightning herself. Blue, grey and bright gold. Fit for leadership.

For those who don't have legs nor arms, their seats were altered to their needs. Say for Vhamp or Blassoom. Who lacks the limbs, and arms.

Then there is Wubbox. Can you guess what his chair was? Yeah.

A normal polished wooden chair with black cushioning, the kind you usually see at fancy dining tables at your grandparents house. Who was hosting a dinner party.

While the other celestials insisted they get him a better chair, he continued to deny with a wave of his hand. Quite humbly.

"Where is Plixie?" Furnoss, who was laying down the dishes of food, Asked. Blasoom looked at the empty seat in front of him as he'd just noticed who was missing.

"Hunting for Wubbox." They all said at the same time, taking Furnoss and Blasoom aback. Both of them looked at the said victim, who gave them a uneasy smile in return.

"Already in a pickle... Huh." Blasoom murmured.

"You should have seen him! He was completely burnt!" Loodvig laughed. "Might as well set a record!"

"Practically you could see him steaming." Attmoz added, resting one arm on the table. "Comical."

"Well we can't start eating without him." Furnoss states, placing down the last of the food plates on the table and wheeling away the cart he used to carry them in. And by wheel, I mean push with considerable force allowing it to drift to the back wall. He took his respectful seat and relaxed in his chair.

"He's definitely in trouble." Glaishur mumbled as he glanced at Wubbox. Who flinched at the thought of being unable to escape his emanate doom of being punted into the sun. Oh colossals... Maybe he would tire himself out before he has the chance to. That was what Wubbox thought as he skimmed through all the possibilities.

Galvana glanced over and chuckled as she watched Wubbox's expression.

"Don't worry, I'll punt him to the mother tree if I have to." Galvana patted her creation's arm, as a mother would a distraught child.