UnOrdinary Adventures - Alyssa

Too Much Fudge

Chocolate cake is delicious. Chocolate cake with excess salt is less delicious.

So I'm sure Alex didn't appreciate having a spoonful of salty chocolate cake catapulted at her face. This girl. She thinks I won't notice her replacing 50% of the sugar in the cake with salt. It doesn't taste very good.

Remi giggled in her beanbag as I loaded my spoon with another portion of warm (not hot) ammunition.

Alex wiped the fudge off her face angrily just as the second wave connected.

Stifling more laughs, I loaded one last piece into my spoon. Yeah. I didn't need that chocolate cake after all. This was relieving my stress perfectly.

I take it back. The chocolate cake is needed for ammunition. Can't shoot without bullets!

Unfortunately, you cannot shoot without a gun either. My spoon turns into fudge just as I'm about to launch. EVERYTHING turns into fudge.

The plate. My spoon. Even the cake part turned into fudge!

I stare sorrowfully at my now fudge turned spoon as it drips back onto the fudge turned plate; the fudge from my cake ammo falling as well. Too much fudge.

There's too much fudge. Much too much fudge.

As I'm contemplating ways to throw the newly acquired fudge at Alex without the use of my spoon, the liquified chocolate starts floating. I look at Alex as she smirks at me and points her formerly upward facing pointer finger towards me. "OOPS!"

Luckily, very luckily, I'm fast. The fudge bullets have no chance of hitting me now. Even if they did, they would've gone straight through me. I'm literally made of light atoms. Said light atoms have now turned into normal cells and human atoms. That hurt. A lot. I don't like physically changing what my body is made of and changing back.

And Alex wonders why I don't light-teleport all the time.

But when I DO basically teleport, I'm so fast I can go basically anywhere. It is difficult, however, to hold onto my two handfuls of fudge. But as of right now, I'm human and it's much easier. I am also now hiding behind the beanbag that my dear Jack is sitting on. Said dear Jack does not even know that I am behind her.

I'm sure Alex knows though. She knows me much too well to believe that I'm hiding behind a non-living object.

Imagine doing that!

I stay silent as Alex talks to a confused Remi whilst (I assume) handing her a ball of half-hardened fudge. "Take out Alyssa. No matter what."

Waiting for Alex to suddenly pop out, I prepare myself to sprint away from either side. Remi gets up and the weight on the beanbag disappears. They start walking away and I sigh in relief...when a ball of fudge falls on my head.

And then another one, which I assume is from Remi.

As they creep up to the beanbag, I ready myself for the ultimate counter-attack. A little bit more in the hand for Alex, though. Just as their faces peek over, I slam fudge into both of their faces.

Oh how I love putting fudge in peoples' faces.

"Ooh, you little-" Alex starts as I start scrambling away.

I don't get very far.

You see, it's difficult to move when you cannot see. Fudge pancakes on your head make it difficult to see. However, fudge pancakes on your head also make access to fudge very possible. Therefore, flinging the very accessible fudge from my head in random directions has a 99% chance of hitting my targets.

Aka Alex and Remi.

I finally clear my face from the mound of chocolate and, to my satisfaction, find that Remi has turned on a shrieking Alex.

"I thought you were my ally!" Remi screams, lobbing a ball of hardened fudge.

Grinning, I help Remi launch a barrage of attacks at Alex. Needless to say, Alex was not very amused. Not amused Alex decides to use her overpowered ability once again to clean her face off and cover the entire room in melted fudge.

Just as Alex catapults a large ball of chocolate at both Remi and I, the door opens.

The chocolate ball is launched. I explode it in midair...and a large chunk of it flies into the face of not-so-dear Kevin. Alex pulls said Kevin to the side as I turn to Remi. The agreement is mutual as soon as we make eye contact.

And so, the chocolate cannon fueled by light and lightning is born.

They don't stand a chance.