The Chicken Zombies

Chapter 30-- Gala, Gala!

Slowly, everyone began to stir in Seraphina's studio. They unlinked hands, rubbing their eyes.

"That was..." said Abi.

"Really weird," finished Noah.

Sitting in the middle of the group was Seraphina, eyes still closed. At long last, she snapped awake. "Well, that was interesting," she said.

"I have a question," Dolph said. "Why did we all have to link hands?"

"It made it easier to transfer myself into each of your unique mindsets."

"And what about the happy place?" asked Dante. "Why'd we have to do that?"

Seraphina shrugged. "I was bored and wanted to get to know you better. Seeing your happy place gives me a better knowledge of who you truly are."

"Um, sorry Seraphina, but it kind of seems to me like the author was avoiding a real plot, so they just threw in a random chapter that makes no sense," Noah said. *all characters break the fourth wall and look to the dumbass writer of the story.*

Ace coughed. "Anyways," he said, everyone's attention turning back to him. "I'm gonna go avoid people for a few hours. See you all at dinner." He got up and walked to the ladder.

Dante shoved Shakira playfully. "Oh my God you two are meant to be together! That one hundred percent sounds like something your antisocial butt would say."

Shakira rolled her eyes. "I'm going to go find Alex and see if she has a dress for me to wear tomorrow," she said. She, too, began to head downstairs.

Eventually, everyone had gone downstairs.

DINNERTIME:

"I made shepherd's pie," said Seraphina. She set the dish down on the wooden table. Then she passed out plates. "Please leave some for your father. I'm going to bed." Then she got up and waltzed to her bedroom.

Shakira scooped some pie onto her plate. "You know what would go great with this? Betty May's potatoes." She passed the hot dish to Abi.

"Ooooh, and her ribs," agreed Abi. "Really, Betty May is the world's best chef, and I want her to cook all of my meals."

"Betty May..." Alex said. "Would that be... Hillbilly's mom?"

"Mmhmm," hummed Abi, chomping on the meat and veggies. She swallowed her food. "Also: does anyone know what happened to your mom?" She directed the question to Hillbilly, who shrugged.

He piled some shepherd's pie onto his plate. "I mean, my mom used to be an MMA champion, so I have a feeling she can hold her own."

"Hang on," Noah said. "You mean sweet little Betty May-"

"That she-devil is anything but sweet," interrupted Dante. "She's a heathen towards me!"

"Okay, but that's only you. To the rest of us she's super nice," Noah pointed out. "Anyway. Your mom used to do MMA fights?"

"Yeah. She went undefeated for twelve years. And then she got pregnant with me, so as soon as she had me, she retired," Hillbilly explained.

Dolph squinted. "Hang on, you mean to tell me that your mom still fought while she was pregnant with you?"

"Yep." Hillbilly took a bite of pie. Shakira choked on her food.

Ace nodded. "That makes a lot of sense, actually."

"Why does that make sense?" Dante said. "I'm confused, my dudes."

Abi held up a hand. "It's easier to not explain," she whispered to Noah. "Nothing, Dante."

Dante shrugged. "Okay."

For a few seconds, it was silent, other than the sound of chewing and forks scraping. Finally, Alex said, "I feel so awkward! I hardly know any of you! Dante!" Dante looked up. "Tell me about yourself!"

Dante looked from side to side. "What about me?"

"I don't care! I just cannot stand to sit here another minute without getting to know you all better! What's your favorite color? What's your dream job? Give me something!"

"Um.. My favorite colors are black and red and my dream job is world ruler."

"Great! Oh, I actually have a black dress that would be perfect for the gala!" She exclaimed. "Abi! Tell me about yourself," said Alex.

"My favorite color is light blue, and my dream job is to be a police officer."

"Beautiful. Shakira, what are some facts about you?"

"I was just a small town girl, living in a lonely world. I took the midnight train

going anywhereeeeeeeeeeee!" Shakira sang. She had a terrible voice, causing everyone to cringe.

"Huh. Cool." Alex awkwardly said. "Anyway, girls. Well, girls and Dante. We should go dress-hunting for tomorrow when you're all done eating. I have one that would be perfect for you, Dante! And a few options for Abi and Shakira. Ace, are you loaning your friends suits?"

He raised a brow. "Why doesn't Hillbilly buy his own suit? He's the rich one."

"Ace! Stop being an arse!"

Ace rolled his eyes.

"It's fine," said Hillbilly. "I can buy Noah and me suits. It's not a problem."

"You sure?" Alex said.

"Yeah, Ace's suit probably won't fit me anyway."

Alex heaved a sigh. "Alright."

Dante finished her pie.