Short Story by ThereAreNoBodiesInMyYard
Hi all!
The other day, one of our subscribers sent us a short story about some of our characters on Discord and we really liked it! Baku even drew a little sketch for it!
The author's style and manner of writing have been preserved as they were originally written, without alteration.
Saturday, a day of prominent peace, and a day of which Ilias looked forward to at the end of each week (Especially a day for escaping Lifa's harsh training and the endless beratings from when Tifa was out of ear-shot). Shaking off the harsh words that crept into his mind, Ilias flopped down onto his bed, burying his face into the soft pillows that were upon it to ease his worry about the upcoming days of, well, 'training' from Lifa. ..Yet something felt off about today, that something horrid would happen, almost like
- "Ilias! Come in here!"
Tifa's voice rang out, rousing the young male out his thoughts and up onto his feet. With the heavy, tired steps that were his own, Ilias slowly made it into the kitchen of the residence in which he, Tifa, and Lifa lived. Ilias now rubbed his eyes and blinked twice, before he was met with a horrible sight! Burnt Purpler to a fine, ashen crisp, almost as if it was cooked inside the depths of the underworld. Ilias was utterly stupefied at the state of the so-called former Purpler, and merely stared at it for a couple minutes.
"..Did I do something wrong?"
Tifa peered at Ilias with a confused look on her face, to which Ilias could not find the heart to say 'yes'. In place, but not without a shaky hand, he took hold of the fork and knife before cutting into this abomination of a dish. Now having cut through it, Ilias could see there was essentially ashen meat coming out of the cut piece. Yep, this was what he felt earlier, that horrid event of the day. Rousing himself out of thought, he chomped down into this burnt fish, slowly chewing what he could. It tasted like the coals of the fire almost, but with a slight hint of the fishy taste..And so, Ilias learned something that day: Never let Tifa cook.
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