Shoko pulled his hand out to shake your own; you pull out the opposite hand and shake his hand in return.
"Lovely to meet you," you say hesitantly, "I'm Y/n, where exactly am I?" You continued.
"Why, we call this place 'the kitchen.' We don't really have an 'official' name for this place" Shoko shrugs, his smile seeming to betray his words, creating an odd sense of disbelief in you. His words could be a lie, but he's the only person at the moment you can trust... somewhat.
"'The kitchen'... how peculiar." You finally said in reply, although, you were mainly thinking out loud. You had decided to look around, Shoko following you as if you were some form of entertainment. The trees were made of Kit-Kats and cotton candy of many flavors and colors, the sky was a beautiful pastel purple and the marshmallow clouds hid the bright yellow gumball sun. The bushes were fluffy loafs of sweet bread and the berries on them were normal of all things that could be.
"That's my comb, give it back you lunatic!!" An unknown masculine voice boomed. You didn't know if someone was talking to you, so you looked for the source. Why you thought you had taken a comb? You don't know, but you don't really know much at the moment anyway.
"Its MY comb now, you big himbo!" A feminine voice replied to the other. The voices got louder as you got closer and you find the sources eventually. An average-sized man with light brown hair swooped into a swirl who wore a darker brown hoodie and jeans stood next to a smaller girl who wore a pretty dress and an apron. Her dress was purple, as well as her straight, long hair.
"Aw, you're so sweet, trying to help with my confidence," The man teased. He sure seemed full of himself.
"That's not the point of that insult, don't focus on the positive part of that denotation!" The girl shot back, scowling. Maybe she takes things too seriously?
"Um, excuse me..?" You mutter, you still weren't sure if you should have, as it had caused everything to silence... pairs eyes, including Shoko's, shooting toward you.
"Oh! Hi!" The man exclaimed, "Sorry for the noise, I'm buddy and this is Jayline! And who are you?" 'Buddy' seems to not mind strangers, it was rather odd how quickly he decided to give away their names. Childish.
"Buddy, you're going to scare them!" Jayline scolded the childish man, who didn't say anything back. She then looked back at you and took in your appearance, analyzing it. "What's a strawberry tart like you doing around here... especially with a guy like him." Her eyes had landed on Shoko, causing her to quietly cringe.
"Hey!" Shoko pouted, looking down at her. First time you've seen him frown. Both men you have met so far seem to be somewhat childish. Are all the men here like that? Jayline didn't seem to care, rolling her eyes. She seemed to be somewhat of a parental or adult figure here, you don't have enough information to come up with a theory with the women here like you may the men.
"I'm Y/n..." You introduced yourself to the 2 new faces. You didn't say much more at the moment. Maybe you were thinking of more things to say, maybe you were empty minded. Not that it mattered anyway.
"Well, aren't I glad you popped in, sugar." Buddy grinned, avoiding using your name. You gave him a soft smile back, glad to have made 2 more new friends in this food-inhabited wonderland. You 4 continue a destinationless journey, Buddy and Jayline bickering as you all did. Both made dumb points or points that made no sense, but hey, at least you weren't the center of Shoko's attention anymore.
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Sleeping On A Food Diet
Fantasy"'Why hello there, what kind of food are you?' The stranger asked, looking quite confused. A man with red hair and what seemed to be chocolate? dripping down from his head..." You land in a place of wonder and surrealness, you meet what seems to be...
