I thought I would try out a Voltron fic, but please remember it is my very first. It is really bad, but I had fun writing, I hope you have fun reading it!
"Pidge!" Hunk yelled, running toward her down the hall. He panted as he caught up to her, grabbing his knees and taking deep breaths. "There's an emergency. You have to come, right now."
The Yellow Paladin grabbed the arm of the small fifteen-year-old girl and pulled her to the problem. When they arrived at their destination, which was the kitchen, Hunk grabbed a plate and shoved it into Pidge's hands.
"It's orange," Hunk explained as if Pidge couldn't tell. "The food goo is orange."
Pidge poked the goo with her finger, examining the unusual state of their food. She lifted the plate to her nose, sniffing the offending object. Hunk did the same, then stuck out his tongue to lick it.
"DON'T!" Pidge exclaimed, pulling the plate away. "What if it's poisoned?"
"It doesn't smell poisoned," Hunk justified, sniffing it again to ensure there wasn't an odd smell. "And I don't think it would change the color of the food goo."
"It could be rotten," Pidge thought aloud, shifting her glasses.
"Food goo can go rotten?" Hunk asked, tightening the yellow band around his forehead. Him and Pidge looked at each other, then looked at the plate of food.
"I think there's only one way to find out," Pidge said mysteriously, setting the plate down. They both broke into a full sprint, racing down the hall.
"ALLURA!" they yelled, running. They found her in the Control Room, where they expected her to be.
"Allura, we are in need of your assistance," Pidge said calmly, while Hunk panted behind her.
"It's an emergency," he told her loudly. This caught her attention, and she followed the paladins to the castle's kitchen. Hunk grabbed the plate and showed it to her.
"See?" he said, pointing at the plate. "The food goo is orange."
"This is your emergency?" she asked, looking at the plate of food. Hunk nodded, and she continued to examine the food.
"I don't know how this could have happened," she told them, making Hunk's head droop.
"How what could've happened?" Lance asked, leaning on the doorway, shooting finger guns at Allura as she looked at him, rolling her eyes. "Don't you worry, Allura. This guy can fix whatever you throw at him."
"Lance, we have a problem," Pidge explained, before Hunk went into hysterics.
"The food goo!" he cried, looking at the plate. "It's orange. It's orange and it'll never be the same again. We're all going to starve."
He entered the room to get a closer look at the food, stroking his chin while thoughtfully humming. At that moment Keith and Shiro, fresh from training, entered the kitchen for some breakfast. Hunk grabbed Shiro and pulled him to the plate.
"The dad always fixes things," Lance exclaimed, pointing at the orange food goo. "Fix it, Space Dad."
"Umm…" Shiro said, confused. He shrugged. "I don't know how to fix this."
They heard laughter from the doorway, and they turned to see Coran twisting his mustache and staring at them with a mischievous gleam in his eye. He held up a small bottle of orange liquid, still laughing.
"I found this at the Space Mall," he explained walking in. "And thought I'd try to pull off a pronk you guys always speak of."
"You mean prank?" Keith corrected.
"Yes, that," Coran affirmed, walking up to Hunk. "And I see it worked. Coran, Coran, the gorgeous man!"
He laughed again, and Lance joined him. Pretty soon all were laughing except Shiro and Allura, who both donned small smiles.
"Thanks, Coran," Shiro said, nodding to the Altain. "We all needed a laugh after the pressure we've had."
"And it brought us all together," Allura added. "We could call it a team exercise."
Lance was not happy with this.
"Stop turning fun into learning!"