Aaaaah! Just realised that I deleted a chapter and then people wouldn't be able to review the next one which to be quite honest. Made me rather sad, so I guess this is a little placeholder chapter so that we're able to review again in the future. And I would hate to just place a boring message, so please enjoy this little Chef Hatchet Mini that I've put together for you all.
Chef Hatchet was stood in his kitchen, his usual grubby apron and hat adorning his body as he slowly whistled away while wiping down various surfaces, having just finished serving breakfast to those horrible kids who are just greedy and looking for money.
"I hate this gig... how do they keep roping me into this." He lamented while a little faint piano chord could be heard in the background. "Now who's playing the piano? I'm trying to focus." He growled, hitting a cleaver into one of his worktops. That one chord continued to play, almost queuing Chef. "Oh I get it! You want me to sing a song! This is something I can do!" Chef ripped off his Chef's apron to reveal a fireman's uniform underneath.
"Wait, wrong one!" He ripped off said fireman's uniform to reveal a nice two piece suit. His chef's hat was still firmly on his head. He cleared his throat and took a hold of a microphone which had been conveniently sitting on the counter next to him. "This one goes out to my family, I love you all very much."
I slave away in this kitchen, like a puppet on a string
When I started Total Drama, thought it's just a one-time thing
Now I've been here for six seasons, and we're not stopping soon
I'm owned by Chris McLean, and his incessant need for fame
No I can't escape this hellhole, not even on the moooooon.
The piano begins to take on a more upbeat tune now as Chef begins to bounce around his kitchen, truly creating a concert for himself.
So now I'm here! And I'm not paid!
Stuck here and I can feel my that nerves are being frayed!
I've had enough! And I am breaking free!
This ain't my job, it's just a slog
So I'm gonna be the best version of me that I can be!
Chris and Blaineley appear behind him as back up singers, now vocalising along with him tone. Little oohs and aahs
Don't you ever think, that I will be oppressed (Oppressed)
This attempt at control? Well I am not impressed. (Not impressed)
I'm the hand that feeds you all, don't bite it you damn fool (Damn fool)
But you can't resist (resist), you still persist. (Persist)
And you set it in a school! (It's a terrible choice)
At this point Blaineley and Chris look between each other and then back at Chef.
"Dude you signed the contract at the beginning of the season, we didn't force you into doing this." Chris reminded him.
"You didn't?" Chef asked with a raised brow
"No." Blaineley replied matter of factly, "We only would have let you work here if you'd agreed, and you did."
"Oh... Can I just finish my song for dramatic fulfillment?" Chef asked
"Totally keep going dude! Chris gave him a thumbs up, as did Blaineley. Chef smiled widely and took the microphone again. The piano slows down once again.
Maybe I don't hate it here, as much as I did think
The pay isn't total trash, and the benefits don't quite stink
I'm just in my feelings, as all men aught to do
And if you've got a problem with it! I'll just invite you all to... sueeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Chef through his hands in the air as a curtain descended upon him, to rapturous applause from both the hosts as well as the twenty-two contestants who had been waiting patiently for their lunch.
"Goddamn it!" Chef swore as he got to work serving lunch. "Y'all better be thankful!" Then he winked at the camera, and it went to black.
So that's a thing that I did? I'm not gonna pretend it's good, or that I can write songs, but it gave me a giggle and should hopefully mean that people can once again review when I release the next chapter later today! You heard me, that's later today, I've just got to go over, and double check myself to make sure there aren't any glaring mistakes, but please expect something soon!
Stay Safe my lovelies and see you all soon!