A Knight's Loyalty | Food Fantasy AU Fanfic

Chapter 41 - B-52 and Vodka

"That won't be necessary," B-52 spoke, his tone unchanged. "After all, our duel has proved no winner."

"Why duel when there's interference? You and your goody two shoes programming probably wouldn't want to hurt an innocent person." Spaghetti smirked. "Or would you?"

Both of the two knew exactly what this was about. B-52 had recognized the voice immediately, and Spaghetti knew this. It was why B-52 was trying to draw away the attention. Although, the correct term isn't it - actually, the correct term is her.

A strangled Vodka was pulled from the shadows, with Andre nowhere to be seen. Since she had been found, many more spaghetti strands had found their way to keeping her restrained, but her eyes only spoke uncaptured anger - not even a drunken one.

"Vodka," B-52 and Spaghetti spoke at the same time. However, B-52 spoke in disbelief, whilst Spaghetti spoke with pride.

Vodka spoke nothing, letting the spaghetti tied around her joints attach themselves to various posts placed around the room. Then, she laughed.

"I don't see you in the position to be laughing," Spaghetti declared, raising an eyebrow. Vodka eased up on her laughter, and then spat at Spaghetti's shoes.

"All the pretty birds are coming to kill you in your sleep! And when that happens, I'll receive the gift of a bouquet of roses!" Vodka exclaimed with a laugh. Spaghetti sighed, dragging a hand down her face.

"Great, she's drunk." B-52 didn't dare to correct him. In fact, she was more sober than normal, and none of the diagnostics B-52 ran were suggesting withdrawal symptoms. Of course, B-52 couldn't have a legitimate check since it would require blood scans, and he was really solely on his optics.

"Be prepared Ravioli! Be prepared for when the sky turns black and ground drains red!"

Spaghetti cringed at the scenario, and then returned his attention to B-52. He waved his arm dismissively at Vodka. "Can someone please make her shut up?"

B-52 spoke nothing, until the slithers of spaghetti left in hiding revealed themselves. When they found him, it was too late for B-52 to react.

~

Vodka's new plan was working as she expected. So long as she acted like a drunken madwoman, Spaghetti would pay her no mind. B-52 wouldn't expose her either, since the she and him were allies, and he was highly capable of holding his tongue.

The conflict of before had also been forgotten by Vodka's sudden outburst, and Andre had hidden in the midst of all the trouble. Now, all that was necessary was that she keep Spaghetti distracted long enough for Andre to do his thing.

Spaghetti casually made his way over to a dashboard, ignoring his two guests' presence. B-52 quickened to stop him, although he didn't know what Spaghetti was planning to do - of course, that's what Vodka was assuming. She had no way of reading into his brain and could only guess.

By now, she had gotten rather good at guessing. By now, B-52 had become easy for her to understand.

B-52 didn't actually manage to do anything, and despite what was clearly a victory, Spaghetti acted as if nothing had occured. Vodka was getting to him.

She kept laughing, knowing Spaghetti himself might go mad from it too. At this point, Spaghetti was covering his ears. Vodka's gaze shot up upwards.

"Alright, I'm contemplating whether or not I should just get this over with . . . ," Spaghetti quipped. With a quick glance at Vodka, he sighed. "Now I'm not."

In a swiped of his fingers, he had pulled out a syringe - that ever so deadly syringe. He briskly stepped over to B-52 and prepared to inject it downwards. Vodka's face hardened towards the sky.