𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐧

✧[022]✧

"Rook you have given everyone perfect scores for the past half hour." Vil grumbled, upset that Rook wasn't taking this as seriously as him. Some of the dances were utterly dreadful. Not enough coordination, not the right vocal range, Vil could tear his hair out if he had to watch someone miss a step again.

"Everyone is beautiful in there own ways, Vil~" Vil rolled his eyes at the sound of it.

"Rook, you are forgetting these are ment to be the top dogs. They're supposed be representing our school at the VDC. Adding to that, these performances are so bad, it put my guest to sleep."

And put to sleep you most certainly were. Your head conked over the table, Vil didn't bother to wake you up. No. He didn't blame you. He'd sleep through some of these performances as well if he could. Even if some were good, they just weren't perfect.

"Beautiful Vil, Everyone needs a chance. No one just starts out as a polished diamond." Vil hummed in response, flipping through his notes so far and not liking everything he saw, "Mmm, Vil... What do you think she's dreaming about?"

Rook toyed with your hair as Vil simply glanced up, looking between you, Rook, and a performer. The only words that escaped his lips were a very sudden, "Not being here. That's for sure."

"Our Queen"

You blinked, a light tickle against your face. Dirt was being thrown at you like rice at a wedding, as if it were ceremonious... and around you dozens of potatoes. It was a dirt field with nothing more. You swatted the dirty away, looking around. It was only then you realized you were sitting a top of a dirt throne.

"Farm us, our Queen." Something moaned out making you grimace. You looked around until you saw it. It was horrifying. A few potatoes rolled towards you making your eyes bulge out. Was that real? You tried to shoo the potatoes away but they only came closer.

"Touch us, queen. We are your loyal servants... Please, we are ready to be harvested." A potato rolled a little closer, turning over and you could see it perfectly well. It had Rooks face.

"No."

"Harvest me, mon lapin."

"WHAT?"

"Harvest me!" One shouted, ripe and ready, it craved the virgin touch of the queen. You squealed, grossed out by them and the dirt and everything. Kicking one potato away, another rolled up almost immediately. The craved your touch, they needed your harvest.

"Harvest me!" Another shouted, the starchy, porous plant creeping towards you like a gamer coming out of their room for dinner.

"Queen of Potatoes, Harvest me." A deep voice said, you looked down horrified at the sights of your friends faces on potatoes. The malleus potato wasn't something you needed to see right now.

"Oh, please. Crinkly cut, you know I'm not like the rest of these potatoes... Harvest me!"

"No! Stop! I'm not harvesting you!" You yelled, throwing dirt at the potatoes trying to shoo them away like birds. The sound of your words made them erupt into panic, crying and screaming as of the world was ending.

"Oh sevens... We aren't good enough! We aren't the chosen potatoes..." The Idia potato cried. You crawled up your thrones, trying at avoid looking at their faces.

"What?"

"We all shall surely die now. Root rot is our punishment..." Azul sighed, sulking and rolling away. You blinked at the sight of some of them leaving, crawling down your dirt throne.

"Non... If they shan't be harvested, I shall! Touch me! Harvest me! Bless me with your touch!" The potato threw itself at your leg, smooching it loudly, making you scream.

"ÀÀÆÆEÉ"

The soul flew out of your body, your eye snapped open as you stiffy sat upwards, staring straight on ahead as if nothing happened. But something did happen in fact. Your mind was moving to slow to process it.

"What? Crinkle Cut, don't embarrass me. What's wrong?"

You felt droll still dripping down the side of your face behind your mask, your skin still getting acclimated to not being squished against a tight surface as well. You looked at your hand and chair. No dirt, no potatoes. Only the spudlings who had bad performances.

"Nothing, I had a weird dream. Where were we?" You huffed, leaning back in your chair. You couldn't believe you fell asleep during some of the performances. What would Jamil think? He'd probably skin you alive. You could hear him yelling already. What a great friend you were.

"The Spudlings are last. Ace, Deuce and Yuuka."

"Mmm. Alright, let's have them come in. Let's see this so called talent they've been hiding from me." You grumbled, still blinking the tire out your eyes. The trio walked in. You let out a deep sigh, Vil feeling the same emotion as yourself. And he didn't blame you in the slightest.

"I wish I could make this less boring for you. The state in which these performers are in is embarrassing. I'm sorry you had to have watched such a thing. Nonetheless, Crinkle Cut... At least I could spend some time with you."