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Chapter 4: The Catch of the Day!
"Regal!" yelled the man who tried to save Regal, but the two dark chefs that came into the scene had grabbed him.
But it was too late the beam had already hit Regal; it was too late to save a friend, a fellow chef. When the beam hit Regal, Regal was left standing still as if a rock, but he was not dead, nor unconscious. He was just stunned and paralyzed. The beam stopped and the guardian chef took his bandana off and blew on it to keep it cool.
"Ugh! Let me go!" said the chef that was trying to rescue Regal. He was struggling to break free and escape with Regal, but the two dark chefs had a very strong grip on him. He could only wait for what was going to happen next.
"There is no point… Ricktor, you shall meet your death soon enough, when I turn you in to Wrily." Said the guardian chef when he saw Ricktor, then he motioned one of the dark chef that was holding Ricktor, to grab Regal. "Now you," as he pointed to the one holding Ricktor, "Come with me to Lord Wrily, and you," as he pointed to the one holding Regal, "Go back to the base."
Then the dark chef who was holding Regal put him on his back, and as he grunted at how heavy he was he walked away. Now when Ricktor saw this a glint of realization appeared in his eyes, "So then, it is true?" said Ricktor mockingly.
Then as the guardian chef was about to walk away, he stopped dead in his track, along with the other two dark chefs, "...You found out, huh? Well that don't matter you will soon be dead soon anyway-"
"Not quite!" said Ricktor getting more eager to piss the guardian chef, "Because when I tell Lord Wrily-"
"You won't!" said the guarding chef as he interrupted him, in a very mad tone, "I mean," he clears his throat, "it doesn't matter, I will just kill you right here right now, and tell Wrily that you were killed by a landslide." Said the guardian chef as he showed a cooking knife in the air and looked like he was about to throw it at Ricktor' head.
"Ha!... You think so eh," said Ricktor as he held a free hand up in the air, and motioned for what seemed like an alarm, "Oh look what is this?" and the guardian chef was even more eager to just get his knife off of his hand, "Oops." Said Ricktor, as they all froze and heard the alarm sound.
Then the guardian chef stopped, "You know what I've wasted enough time already," said the he as he and the other two dark chefs all started to run away with Regal, leaving Ricktor on the ground. "At least I could still get one reward." Said the chef as he was running away.
"Stop right there!" echoed through the tunnels, then Ricktor started to get up. And then he began to run to where he heard the voice, to see what was going to happen. But as he was about to run he heard a door opening behind him and stopped as he heard a low and threatening voice speak to him.
"What's this…Hi Ricktor, nice seeing you here," said a tall and rather skinny dark chef wearing a tall chef hat, and wearing a blue dark chef outfit, but this time he had a chef hat with a crown on it as a logo, and this man looked very proud of himself. "So why are you here?" said he as he motioned two dark chefs beside him to grab Ricktor.
Gosh I hate being held captive. Thought Ricktor as he grew pretty irritated being grabbed the second time, "I came here to rescue the Chosen Chef."
"From what?"
"Not what? Who… I tried to save him from Ilune." Replied Ricktor who didn't care to respect Wrily or not, since he knew he would die soon.
"Don't speak to Lord Wrily like that!" said a dark chef that was holding Ricktor.
"It's okay." Said Wrily who was hiding how mad he really felt, "Hey, Ricktor don't get so mad, we're friends aren't we?" said Wrily as he was about to put his arm around Ricktor.
"Don't touch me, Wrily!" said Ricktor who knew exactly why Wrily was acting this way. Then Wrily walked away facing his back to Ricktor and changed personality.
"Fine… And it's Lord Wrily" Said Wrily who got a bit irritated, "… :Look If you want to die right now, then fine, but…then again" as he held his hand on his chin pondering, "It would be better to make you suffer in jail first then kill you!"
Then a couple of shadows appeared, "Lord Wrily, we have brought the traitor and the Chosen Chef, what do you want us to…do…? Ricktor?" said a dark chef that was leading a couple of dark chefs holding Ilune and his two dark chefs' captive.
Then Wrily turned around and saw the paralyzed Regal, Ilune, and took a glance at Ricktor. He looked like he was about to start laughing uncontrollably.
"Ha… Hahahahahaha" as he laughed he looked up in the air, then hesitated, "What a catch this is." He then lowered his head, "One falied experiment, one traitor, and the new heir to the Wonder Chef. Ha! He died even faster than the previous Wonder Chef, took a wrong turn when you chose him Wonder Chef! HAHAHA!"
Then Ricktor looked at Wrily ignoring his laughing and in a confused look started to shake it off, "So you mean you knew?"
"Knew what? You mean that I knew that Ilune was a traitor and that you didn't only come back to save Regal but in reality to save yourself from my punishment by telling me that Ilune was a traitor, or in reality that he wasn't even on our side in the first place… Then yes I did know." Said Wrily.
"But…How?" said Ricktor very surprised and shocked.
"…" Wrily ignored Ricktor, "Enough, bring these three pathetic dark chefs to the jail cells, and separate them.
Then the dark chefs started to take Ricktor, Ilune the guardian chef, and Regal downstairs, through another door that was to the left of the door Wrily came out of, and to the cells.
"Curse you Wrily… Valentina will get you!" cursed Ilune as his voice echoed up to the kitchen an dinto the ears of Wrily.
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A lot is revealed here, but why is Ilune a traitor, and who is this Valentina person?