19th October 2013 Saturday

Day 292

I remember the first time I signed in on this website. I actually did it on New Year's Eve (my time considering the website says something different). I read this amazing story in some fandom and sent them a message considering I couldn't send reviews, and when they replied I felt like I was talking to someone famous. I feel like after this story, I would have "left my mark" on this world if I don't become anything more than this. Thanks all for making it amazing and following this journey. See end note for further info.

I had yesterday's chapter planned for so long, and this one is no different (well, only the starting was planned).

Disclaimer: I have blank word documents saved on my computer with the date, day and word "disclaimer" already written down since my July holidays. I should stop complaining about this considering I actually haven't written the word "disclaimer" in a while.

The blender whizzed and whirred as it mixed the ingredients together. The fridge continued to billow out cold air as the door remained open, and the oven chimed in an indication that its meal was ready.

Tung wiped his finger on the side of the bowl, letting his bullwhip tongue lick the large brown goo clean off as he exclaimed in content.

"Now that is how you make the mixture for your cake," he instructed to the two little children beside him. Winston, who was only nose-height with the counter in front of him, shared a worried look with Max who was standing beside him, not even tall enough to see over the bench.

"Now our last one must be ready, oh and Max," the little bug stared up to the frog boy with a startled expression. "Your mom said I had to be careful with what I feed you, something about…cannibalism or something with bugs."

As the tracker pulled on his oven mitt, Junior shook his head with wide eyes towards Max.

"We need to get out of this," he whispered discreetly as Tung placed what could only be assumed as some sort of mud marble cake with all its different layers of brown and green. "Maybe some sort of distraction?"

"Um, Mister Tung?" Max questioned sweetly, floating to reach Winston's height. Tung relished at the name.

"Little dude, I told you; call me Uncle Tung," he said, before grasping the cake and placing it down in front of the two boys, where most of it fell apart in liquid form. Winston had a look of pure horror on his face.

"Ok, Uncle Tung," the bug boy continued, pinching his nose at the smell. "I'm not sure if this is…"

"Here, eat up," he stuck two spoons in to the top, which slowly sank in the deformed cake. The two boys shared another look, before Max subtly moved around the small group. Winston picked up the spoon, cringing as it dripped over the sides.

"Uncle Tung, I think you should be the first one to take a bite," he hovered the spoon in front of the tracker's face, who took it in his mouth immediately. His eyes closed in desire at the taste; tongue and taste buds swirling with flavour.

As he remained distracted, Max pressed a few buttons on the oven, increasing the temperature of the cake inside. Smoke started to billow out immediately, reaching the nose of the frog boy.

"Oh no, not again!" he shouted, quickly trying to push the buttons on the device. He glanced around the room, but found no one to be in there. With beads of sweat forming on his brow, Tung activated his wristcom. "Jenny…it happened again."

Both boys were laughing loudly once they reached the safe haven of area 11.

"That was fun," Winston exclaimed coolly, sharing a small fist bump with Max. The latter shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket.

"What should we do now?" he replied, staring up in to the huge glass windows of one of the pavilions. "We can check and see if mom repaired my turbo skates? Or I could fix them myself?"

The older child brought his hand under his chin, in the same exact manner as his father. "If I asked dad, he might let us ride on a whale stryder? He's just over there."

Max's gaze followed Winston's pointing hand to spy the leader of the group talking on his wristcom. Both boys furrowed their brows when Dex's voice raised itself a little, and he broke in to a sprint after slamming his communicator shut. Junior waited until his dad was in ear shot before asking his question.

"Dad, will you-"

"Not now, mate, we've got to get going," Dex raced past the boys, but skidded to a stop and turned around, grasping Winston in his hold.

"You can fly, right?" Max nodded immediately, to which the leader smiled and nodded in response, before sprinting back down the hall. Winston looked over Dex's shoulder at Max floating behind them, his face pulled in to puzzlement.

"What do…you think…is going on," he managed to say as he bounced with his father's movements. Max stayed a steady distance away, biting his lip as he thought.

"I think you're about to become a big brother."

Curious, do you guys want a little QnA thing with me about this story? (Not in this story, but somewhere else like another fanfic, my DA account or any other suggestions where it is easy to talk to me) It's only if you want to know more about me and this year, or to keep in touch for next year (I've already got 2 new story ideas for DHAE if they don't appear in this saga, but I better finish the old ones).