The Crackhead Chronicles Of The Six Strange Swans

GET OUT OF THE MF KITCHEN

A/N: Nugget reporting for duty! Welcome back to another segment of random one shot content with Nugget! This has nothing to do with Cim but it does have to do with Salbizummus.
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A Stort by an Angry Nugget
Based on True Events

"GET OUT OF THE MOTHERFUCKING KITCHEN"

Once again, Emilia rolls out of bed at nearly 1 p.m. She's never been good at going to be early. Her hair is a mess, her face is greasy and her attire is questionable.

She walks out of her room and into the messy kitchen. She rolls her eyes, trying to ignore the mess. She opens the fridge to find something to eat, when KJ and Scout walk in.

"Hey, we need food for dinner tonight." KJ says.

Emilis sighs because she knows she will have to go to the store. It's not that the other five girls in the house wouldn't go, it's just Emilia is incredibly controlling over the food situation of the house. She "has" to make sure that she has everything she needs at the store.

"I'll drive, Nugget." KJ says. She knows Emilia likes the company of someone else.

Emilia nods, without even getting food. She puts on her slides and walks out of the house. KJ follows behind and drives them to the store. When they get there, there are way too many people, making Emilia feel overwhelmed.

Emilia angrilygrabs a cart and starts getting everything they need while KJ trails behind her. When they get to the check out lane, the lady is pissy for some reason. "Sorry, this is the express lane." The cranky lady says.

"Fine, I'll go somewhere else." Emilia says.

"No! It's fine, I'll do it." The check out lady sighs and starts scanning the food. She then starts bagging the food in the worst way possible, making Emilia's rage boil even more. KJ looks over at Emilia and then at the lady doing a horrible job.

"Are you fucking stupid!" KJ yells, mad at the lack of care this lady has.

Emilia sighs. "It's fine." She starts grabbing the food and walks out of the store again.

When the two oldest get back, somehow the kitchen is even more of a mess. Ramisa is trying to clean up milk she spilled everywhere from making her cereal.

"Daz! Oh my God, clean that up quicker so I can put these bags down!" Emilia yells.

"Wha- sorry sorry. I'm slow you know that." Dazzy cleans the milk off the counter faster.

One of the bags break that has the eggs in it plus other random shit because the lady is stupid and over filled all the bags. The eggs break and make even more of a mess of the kitchen. "FUCKING HELL!" Emilia yells, setting the other bags on the floor gently.

"Is everything alright?" Scout walks into the kitchen again.

"No, just, ughhhhh." Emilia groans. "Are you done cleaning the damn milk up?" Emilia turns to Ramisa.

KJ ended up helping her too. "Yeah Mate, it's done." Ramisa says.

Emilia rolls her eyes and puts the bags back on the counter. "Guys, who was in charge of cleaning ip the kitchen last night?"

That's when Owyn and Kate walk in, the two youngest. "I think it was our turn actually." Owyn says.

Scout then goes to the fridge and pulls out some leftovers to eat for lunch. Ramisa sits on a stool on the other side of the counter and eats her bowl of cereal, and Owyn and Kate start doing dishes. KJ starts putting the new food away and Emilia stands in the center, looking around at everyone.

She closes her eyes as she feels rage start building up again. Why is everyone in the kitchen right now?! It's not even properly organized! The floor needs sweeping, appliances need tp be cleaned, the snacks need to be put away. It's all too much for Emilia.

She sighs and grabs a bagel, smoked salmon and cream cheese as her stomach rumbles. She quickly turns around to get a butter knife, when she trips over KJ's foot. That was Emilia's last straw.

"That's it! Everybody get out of the motherfucking kitchen right now!" She screams.

Everyone pauses and looks over at the oldest girl. Everyone knows it's better to let Emilia cool down and ask questions later. They also know Emilia might be slightly OCD over the food and kitchen situation.

The girls slowly leave the kitchen and Emilia already feels better. She looks around the kitchen again and takes a deep breath before fixing every little "wrong" thing about it. Yes, she steams the floors, runs the dish washer, wipes down every surface, rearranges anything on counters, organized the fridge and much more on her own. Yes, all this could have been done a lot faster with the five other girls help. But Emilia needed to do this on her own to calm down.

Nearly two hours later, the kitchen is sparkling and neat. Just how Emilia wants it. She smiles and heads to the living room where the other five girls are watching a movie. Then Emilia remembers how she snapped at everyone earlier and guilty settles in her stomach.

"Hey...guys." Emilia says awkwardly. Ramisa reaches for the remote to pause the movie. "I'm sorry about earlier..."

"It's alright Nuggie." Scout says first.

"Yeah dude, we know you like the kitchen in a certain way. And that bitch at the store probably didn't help anything." KJ says next.

Emilia nods before looking at Ramisa. "Hey I'm really sorry about yelling at you about the milk. I know you wouldn't have spilled it on purpose."

"Nah it's okay sweet cheeks, you can make it up to me later in your-"

"Do not finish that sentence!" Emilia cuts her off as everyone else starts laughing.

"And play boy is back." KJ says.

"Anyway, FlooferNugget, we aren't mad at you." Kate says.

Emilia smiles. "Thanks." She then sit's next to KJ and rests her head on her shoulder. KJ smiles and kisses her head.

"Did you ever eat your salmon?" Scout asks.

Emilia's face lights up. "Oh my gosh! I totally forgot about it! It's still there!"

"Woohoo!" Scout cheers, knowing how much Emilia loves when she does that.

"Also, me and KJ got stuff for afternoon ice cream sundaes..." Emilia trails off. This makes everyone excited. Emilia springs up from the couch first and everyone else follows her. Everyone grabs their favorite toppings and starts assembling their ice cream masterpieces. Emilia smiles at her five best friends as they all act like excited five year olds. Not even a messy kitchen could diminish her love for them.