A Knight's Loyalty | Food Fantasy AU Fanfic

Chapter 30 - Enough Hopeless Drama

"Alright!" Ryouri exclaimed. "Spaghetti won't be stopped by us doing nothing, and I think we've got a strong enough army. How about we infiltrate?!"

"I don't see the harm in it," Milt obliged happily. "Surely he'll be surprised."

"I suppose Milt isn't wrong. He probably has his hands tied at the moment," Caviar agreed reluctantly.

"Let's do it!" Mooncake chimed. As each of the souls (and Attendants) all voiced their agreement, it was decided they would set out - the arrangement was this as follows.

For one, B-52, Milt, Caviar, and Raindrop Cake would stay in the back. All the other souls would front line, since Spaghetti's first objective would surely be the B-52 and the other URs. Kuri tried to voice against it, since Caviar was the only tanky fighter, but Ryouri figured that Caviar would simply lead the URs, since he was most probably stronger with Milt around, and having Milt at the front would cause problems if either one got distracted. Kuri couldn't argue.

At the front would be Salty Tofu, Mooncake and Sanma Shioyaki, as they would be able to deal a load of damage, while Double Scoop and Vodka would act as an assist, Vodka providing stuns and Double Scoop allowing for faster attacks.

Brownie would hang around B-52 to make the both of them stronger, but would be closer to the front than his robotic friend. So in the end, the front would be Salty, Mooncake, and Sanma, followed by Double Scoop and Vodka. Behind them would be Brownie and Caviar, and at the very back would be B-52, Milt, and Raindrop Cake.

The Attendants all agreed on this strategy, and they went with their respective souls to Spaghetti's castle, Milt and Caviar going with Kuri, and Salty Tofu heading there with Catcakes.

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They're arriving. Borscht knew it would soon, but would she bother to tell Spaghetti? She couldn't betray him - they were allies, right? Then again, he . . . Borscht touched her arm where she had patched up from Spaghetti's attack.

They could storm the castle for all she cared - perhaps Spaghetti would be put in place. He always claimed to need her, but now he's merely using her. He never realized that the serum she had created was indeed her own.

All this time, he believed it had been the one the Tofu twins had concocted, and they did have the same origins. However, Borscht had alternated it, should she mess up while making more in the lab. It could now be cured by any memory-inducing occurrence, or truly surprising moment.

That's how Milt had escaped with Caviar. She had seen too much of the landscape, perhaps the castle reminded her of her past, where she was treated in an unruly manner. She had probably remembered herself for that reason - all those years she was kept alive for healing properties surely got to her, right?

Caviar was probably awoken by Milt herself and her expression at the time - oh, Borscht had witnessed it all. Milt's face seemed all frantic and nervous, and a splotch of blood on her finger. Caviar awoke at that moment, Borscht recalled.

Huashang surely came back due to his vision - it was obvious that he had witnessed one when Borscht entered again. That's why she freed him, especially since Spaghetti had just departed for the main town about ten or so minutes before.

Borscht did her best to restrict the memory regaining opportunities within the chamber room by putting souls to sleep whilst not in use, especially after Milt and Caviar had escaped. Huashang couldn't have been stopped regardless, but it had otherwise been effective.

How did Borscht remember? Similar to Caviar - it was Spaghetti's expression that woke her - but only partially. She had seen that expression multiple times, so she had some of her own thoughts back, but was it enough to free her?

It wasn't, or else she would've sabotaged Spaghetti the moment he left the room. Borscht wanted to grit her teeth, but couldn't. She could only think - her "counter-productive" actions took strong will or Spaghetti's command to complete.

Perhaps that's why Spaghetti had acted in a such a manner? She had lied to him in the past, and in this whole skit. About how Huashang Maofeng Tea escaped when it was really him being allowed to exit, how her serum was entirely her own when it was only partially - and secrets. She had so many secrets accumulated during this telling Spaghetti could mean the end of her.

She began walking down the hall. Where was she headed? It was a bit confusing, she had no destination in mind. Borscht found herself in the throne room where Spaghetti had called for her again.

"Have they arrived yet?" Spaghetti questioned. Borscht effortlessly answered.

"No." She couldn't find herself to ask why.

"Notify me as soon as they arrive, understood? We can't mess this up."

"Of course." She didn't want to do that - not one bit. Except, she had been commanded - Spaghetti had the medallion. Borscht shambled her way back to window she had been staring out of.

If they arrived she could see them here. Although, Borscht had a way of tricking herself.

What if they were to break in around back? They could wait for the fog and sneak their way back there. Of course, she needed to guard that as well.

Borscht smiled in her mind. She didn't dare think of how stupid the idea was. There was utterly no way - blue flames.

She scurried over against her own will. "Her own will" being Spaghetti's. If she was about to report a false alarm, Spaghetti would be upset, but if it were real it wouldn't help her.

It was a false alarm. Borscht let out a sigh of relief. If they really had come through the back it would've been disastrous. She changed positions frequently, creating as much dead time for them as possible.

~

Anytime now and they would be here. Spaghetti knew that in the midst of a war, an enemy attack could arise at any moment. That's why he needed a great ally to assist him. However, his greatest ally in all this was never Borscht. In actuality, it was Whiskey.

Whiskey's name grazed the list of necessary Food Souls long after Borscht's - truthfully speaking, Borscht hit the list an hour ago, and Whiskey's still hasn't.

His own reflectiom had proven to be a great help. He was almost impressed by the attention to detail.

"You've outdone yourself again, Whiskey," Spaghetti spoke to himself. He smiled.

"But of course. I don't let down my clients," an ominous voice from the shadows responded. "How could I, Spaghetti? It's bad for business, you know."

"Well, I truly appreciate your help. We both know that to be true, correct?"

"I can't help to have some doubts after what you did to your last assistant," Whiskey playfully teased with a smile. "But I feel as if I can trust you, no?"

The two formal men made a formidable duo. They were known in the minds of many Food Souls to be evil beyond repair. Spaghetti was constantly a true enemy to Vodka, Brownie, and B-52, whilst Whiskey was always horribly terrible in the minds of Pizza, Cassata, and Cheese.

"I'm afraid it's time we discuss payment, Spaghetti. My products aren't free and you know it," Whiskey stated. "I always charge a price for my services - and if things don't go as planned, chances are that's my payment." He gave a much more sly and sinister smile.

"You can have the trio after I've received B-52," Spaghetti stated. "It's but one UR and SR - I can spare them to you."

"You've no interest in the princess?" Whiskey joked. "How sad. I always thought a king like you might want a queen."

"You know what happened last time I touched a woman." Whiskey needed no reminding.

"You turned her into a Fallen as well. Poor Borscht." Whiskey grew serious once more. "However, I'll oblige - it's more than minimum - so I have to accept."

"Great. Don't worry about a thing."

"Oh, I don't have to. I'll be getting the three - and if you don't pay up, I'll take your whole collection and their collector." Spaghetti tried to ignore those chilling words as Whiskey disappeared into the shadows once more.