Oliver Kirkland was wandering around town, feeling bored.
"I could always go and force feed Allen some cupcakes to get him to test them… or I could test them on others instead. What to do… what to do…" His nose twitched. "What is this putrid cooking I smell? It's smells worse than Arthur's scones and those are horrible…" With nothing better to do, he went to go investigate the source of the smell. He found a girl cooking- at least he thought it was cooking. There were a fair number of worms in it. Oliver paled from the sight.
"Child, do you know what you're doing?" He asks gently. Maybe I won't kill someone tonight.
"I'm cooking!" She answers cheerfully beaming up at Oliver. Oliver's grin twitches.
"May I help you? I bake quite a bit myself and I feel that your… skills need a bit of disguising."
"Sure thing mister! What's your name?"
"Hmm… call me Albion. Now what's yours dearie?"
"My name is Bianchi!" And so, the two that cooked, one who poisoned on purpose, one by accident, learned various things from each other. One learned how to make her cooking visually appealing. The other… learned more ways to poison his food. And such was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. With terrible aftermaths.
Bianchi's aftermath!
"Romeo? I made some cupcakes for you." Bianchi calls out shyly.
"Really? Thank you dear." Said person ate one cupcake before leaving to do other things. Bianchi grins darkly.
Now you're going to get what you deserve after cheating on me.
Oliver's aftermath
"Arthur, I found someone's whose cooking is worse than yours." Oliver called out.
"My cooking isn't that bad you git!"
"Swear jar." Oliver held out his hand expectantly. Grumbling, Arthur gave up a few pounds. "As I was saying, her cooking is worse than yours and it isn't even on purpose. She just has an ability to poison practically all the food she touches."
"Wouldn't you wish to have that ability." Arthur mutters darkly. A grin comes onto Oliver's face.
"In fact, I discovered some new… things I could possibly do with my cupcakes."
"Oliver…" Arthur says in a warning tone.
"Of course I won't do it to anyone that matters. Relax, Arthur." It still did nothing to relieve Arthur. He went to sleep that night dreaming of cooking scorpions and cackling Olivers who were gloating.
A one shot of something I thought up. It wasn't meant to be long and it's supposed to be crack. Yeah, if characters are OOC whoops. Point. It's crack and not meant to be serious. Hope you enjoyed.