The Adventures of IceT and Limon (A Chikin Nuggit OC Fanfiction)

Chapter 24: The Act of Pantomime

(3rd Person POV)

Synopsis: During a game of charades, IceT must perform a rather bizarre expression to make sure her team can become tied for a final round.

"Oh, I got it! Is it an octopus?"

"No, she just said it's not an animal!" Chee replied back to the red panda shaking in his seat on the blue couch in the living room.

"Well, then what is it? Our time's almost up!" Sody Pop frantically pointed to the timer placed on the floor next to Cofi, who was doing a number of gestures specifically with her arms for them to guess. The timer (on the couch) only had 30 seconds left, and everyone was struggling to determine what the sheep in wolf's clothing was trying to communicate.

Cofi's signaling mostly consisted of moving her hands back and forth in a stroking manner. Her team was made up of the calico cat, red panda and mint-green fox, who were at a loss for what to assume as the timer rang with their time being up.

"I was swimming," Was Cofi's blunt answer, earning many "ohhs" from both teams. "Well, at least we tried."

"Alright, who's going next?" Slushi questioned the rivaling team, which consisted of Chikin, Limon, IceT and Hawt Saus, who had arrived just before their game of charades had started.

"Well, who here hasn't gone twice yet?" The red squirrel questioned his team. "I think Chikin went first, then Feathers after me, so that means she still has to go!" He announced, pointing to the light brown mouse next to him.

IceT's eyes widened at his statement, hiding her nervousness with a laugh as she stood up. "Yeah, no problem! I can do this. What am I acting out?"

Cofi handed her a small red box containing many folded slips of paper, IceT rummaging through it to reveal what she had to communicate to her teammates. When she picked one and unfolded it in her paws, she blushed at what it had written in pencil.

"Geez, who am I gonna do this towards?" She couldn't help but think, walking over to the middle of the living room as she glazed over the slip of paper once more.

Once she had an idea of how to communicate what she was given, IceT set the paper slip down on the floor next to her and told Limon to start the timer.

Each team (when it was their turn) had two minutes to allow their team member to act out what was on their paper slip, and everyone had a chance to guess what it was to gain a point for their side. The team member acting was allowed to use a few props to express what they were trying to say, but obviously couldn't speak per the game's rules.

They all decided that their game would conclude when one team was the first to collect ten points, and they were currently at 9-8. IceT knew her team's hopes and potential win was riding on her, so she took a deep breath with a reddening face and began to walk towards where Chikin sat on the couch to do what had to be done.

When she was in front of him, she knelt down on one knee and mimicked with her paws the action of opening a small box as she braced herself to look Chikin in the eyes.

Everyone watched on in bewilderment for a moment until Limon spoke up with haste, quickly recognizing what IceT was doing. "It's a marriage proposal!"

"Ooohhhs" echoed through the room as IceT nodded, getting up on her feet to place her paper slip in a pile of used charade phrases crumpled on the floor and returned to her spot on the couch as a blushing mess.

"Ohmigosh, I actually did that!" IceT rapidly whispered to her feathered friend in mortification, hiding her face in her paws as she was consoled with a wing rubbing her back.

"You'll be okay. We're now tied, so all we have to do is guess this next one and we win for sure," Limon reassured, looking around to see who would be next to come and perform their act. In doing so, she saw that the yellow dog whom IceT "proposed" to was hiding his blushing face behind his long ears and curling into himself as if to hide himself from view.

The owl took a moment to process the sight before smirking to herself. "Hey, Chikin, are you alright there? You're starting to resemble a burnt nugget there."

He only groaned in response, too flustered to give the owl a proper response. His thoughts were racing a mile a minute, still processing what IceT had done in front of him.

Before either team could decide on the next course of action, the ring of a doorbell interrupted their game of charades.

Sincerely, Creative Stream

(Promise the next chapter has more lore in it 🙃)