Chap1, oiled turkey

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Poe is a fairly solitary and reserved person, but he would have at least wanted to spend Christmas with his dear Ranpo. The detective is currently spending the holidays with his colleagues, leaving the writer alone in his home.

He had just finished his novel and was preparing to give it to his roommate as a Christmas present. Unfortunately, everything didn't go as planned.

Poe was drinking his chocolate sprinkled with sweet marshmallows when suddenly he got a shiver that spilled all of his hot drink on the desk in front of him. 'Oh no, oh no, oh no!!' He had spent so much time making this book only for his gift to be ruined by a damn thrill. Poe opened the pages to see the damage and, why not save it and give it away later.

Barely opened, the book started to glow yellow, like when he uses his ability, except he didn't activate his ability. Before losing consciousness, he noticed the lines coming out of the book, 'huh? That's not what I wrote!' Then with a final thought, sank into unconsciousness.


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When he regained consciousness, the first thing he noticed was that he was no longer at his desk, he was in a living room. If his theory is correct, he has just been sucked into the book, alas, the pages have been corrupted and the mystery solved will surely be vastly different from the one he had written.

He inspects his surroundings; the living room is relatively the same as his, except for the Christmas decorations and the enormous tree positioned next to a fireplace. Wait, a FIREPLACE? It's not possible, there can't be a fireplace in a panthouse, everyone knows that, it defies the laws of logic. I'm not even sure it really works.

He puts the problem of the fireplace in the back of his mind then realizes that there is a melody. Confused, he walked towards where the sound was coming from. He expected EVERYTHING except for the turkey in the main course to move and turn towards him. Despite the fact that the turkey had no mouth, it seemed to make a laughing sound when it saw the writer's disconcerted expression. Once she was done giggling, she gracefully turned around and once in a sexy position, covered in oil and glistening tantalizingly she whispered these sweet words: "toilet, on." Poe was stunned, he didn't dare say anything.

He realized that he really wanted to pee, and the turkey kindly suggested he go to the toilet. why not accept?

he took the turkey to the toilet then closed the door behind him.

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[hey guys, I'm going to translate this into French shortly, I'm happy to traumatize you, Kyu.]
_Edo_Ranpo_ yuki_5_4 my dear friend <3

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