Al Drin Hoshizora: You'll find out. Also, it's kind of awkward to bring up my other fanfictions in reviews.
Jubileena: You'll lose even more trust in this chapter.
I am a burglar: You sure you want to do that?
Taffyta had continued walking for what seemed like forever. It appeared that Witchy had transported the houses as far away from the Sugar Rush Kingdom as possible.
Taffyta had felt utterly drained. She was about to give up when she caught side of the house of none other than Candella. Normally, she would've avoided the house, but it seemed to be the only house for miles.
Using the last of her energy, Taffyta walked to the house, and knocked on the door. During the moments of silence that ensued, Taffyta took the time to study the house. It looked like, to put it bluntly, a giant candy apple. It truly was large, though, and Taffyta could only imagine what was within the house.
Finally, the door opened, and Taffyta snapped to attention. Standing at the door was Candella Applecake. She looked rather tired, her eyes unfocused. When she saw Taffyta, her expression barely changed.
"You shouldn't be here," She pointed out.
"Look, Candlehead has been plunged into depression, and the only way to snap her out of it is if she sees Licorice," Taffyta explained quickly, hoping to gain sympathy from her. "So could you maybe phone her or something."
Surprisingly, Candella smiled and nodded. "Sure thing," She said, and ushered Taffyta inside. "I'll show you a place to stay until Licorice arrives."
"Oh, that's... nice," Taffyta mumbled to herself, surprised at how courteous Candella was being towards her. Before she knew it, she was being led through the living room by Candella.
As Taffyta was led through the room, she noticed Cakey Baby sitting on the floor idly. As the two passed by, Cakey's head turned to stare at Taffyta coldly. It gave Taffyta the shivers as his empty eyes bore into her soul.
Candella stopped at the door to the basement. "Here we are," She said casually, opening the door.
"Wait, what are you-" Taffyta said but was cut off by Candella grabbing her and throwing her down the basement stairs. Taffyta toppled down the stairs roughly, landing on the floor with a sickening thud. Before Taffyta could even get up, Candella shut the door.
Taffyta rushed up the stairs, only to hear the door lock, signaling that she was trapped inside.
"Let me out of here!" Taffyta demanded, slamming her fists on the door.
"No!" Candella stated firmly on the other side. "You violated the rules, so now I'm calling Witchy so she can come here and find out what to do with you!"
Taffyta heard the sound of footsteps going up the stairs, letting Taffyta know that Candella was going upstairs to get the phone.
Taffyta groaned, slumping down on the steps. She knew that was all she could do.
"No friendship should be worth this," She whispered to herself. As she sat on the stairs, she heard a creaking sound coming from downstairs. Intrigued, Taffyta slowly walked down the stairs of the basement, each step making a creak. It was pitch black, so she held the railing.
When she was finally downstairs, she flicked the lights on. There, in the middle of the room, was a rocking chair. Taffyta could just barely make out someone sitting in the chair.
"Uh, who's there?" Taffyta asked. Whatever was sitting in the chair, had red hair and a ponytail.
"Licorice, is that you?" Taffyta asked. She approached the rocking chair slowly, wondering why she was getting no response. Maybe Licorice was asleep.
When she was next to the chair, she saw it wasn't Licorice. It was Colly.
"What the-" Taffyta said. "How did you get here?"
The doll stared forward, not making a sound. It just continued to rock in the chair.
Then, the rocking stopped. Slowly, Colly's head twisted around, and stared at Taffyta, its button eyes striking fear into Taffyta's soul.
Licorice had spent her time in Candace's house making an extensive search to try and find evidence of Candace's schemes. No matter how much she looked, however, she couldn't find anything to prove Candace's guilt.
"Come on, she has to be hiding something," She mumbled to herself as she checked Candace's room. Suddenly, the worst thing happened: Licorice heard the door open.
"Popsy sticks!" She said, which was the equivalent of a swear word to her. She raced out of Candace's room to see Candace in the living room, closing the door below. She pulled the scarf from her face, revealing her appearance.
Candace was a very pale girl, with freckles on her face. She had icy blue eyes, and velvet lips. She removed her cap to reveal long, smooth black hair.
Licorice gasped and hid behind the railings as Candace moved through the living room. Licorice was rather shocked that she was witnessing this; nobody, not even Witchy, knew what Candace looked like.
Luckily, Candace didn't know that Licorice was in the house. All Licorice had to do now was escape without making any noise. She'd probably sneak in some other time to gather more information.
Slowly, Licorice walked back into Candace's room. She skittered towards the window and began to pull it open. As she did, however, she suddenly heard footsteps leading upstairs.
Licorice gasped and struggled to pull the windowsill up, but it was stuck. Licorice groaned, using all of her strength to pull it up. Just as the windowsill began to pull up, the door behind Licorice opened.
Licorice froze, knowing she was caught. Candace stepped in, and froze as well. Licorice slowly turned around and saw Candace staring at her in shock and disbelief. The two stared at each other, neither of them saying a word.
Then, without warning, Candace glitched.
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