Author: Yeesh, that was horrible to edit. I had to fix so many [i]'s and [/i]'s! Anywho, sorry about the delay!
"And then the book ends here, the writing trailing off."
The taller Tokiko looks alarmed. "What? ...It must be that this "Tannis" killed the author and published it under her own name."
The smaller one squawks. "What? But she was fascinating!"
The tall one furrows her brows. "...But wait, this wasn't the final chapter." You avert your eyes. She notices. "Tell me, what was the state of that page?"
"Ohh, there was... blood everywhere. Gobs of carnage, too."
"I smell nothing of the sort. I smell many a lonely fluid upon that book, but blood is not amongst them."
You blink, looking to the book with horror apparent on your face. Do you dare smell it...? Scents can tell many stories, but is this a story you wish to know? "...Fine. I'll keep going." You grumble.
"No, Cocoa. You have proven yourself to be untrustworthy, and so I will read this myself, being sure to embellish anything particularly raunchy."
You blink, distracted from that threat to your aural virginity. "...Cocoa?"
She nods. "Yes, that is now your name."
The smaller one tilts her head. "What about me?"
The tall one eyes her a moment from over the book. "...Cloe."
The small Tokiko's eyes light up as her head-wing wags at her new name.
You frown. "In that case, I'm naming you X." She looks over the book at you, brow quirked. "Because you don't deserve a real name."
X looks at you strangely. "I've had worse; after all, I was once called Tokiko, I'll have you know."
You aren't sure if she was intending it or not, but that hurt more than you expected it to.
X proceeds to look back to the book. She tilts her head this way and that, before leaning her head in and squinting. "...Cloe, come sit on my lap; I can't read this."
Cloe's wings flutter. "How about I sing instead?"
Before anyone can respond, she begins unleashing the most infernal racket imaginable in song form. You grit your teeth as your mind twitches with activity. You feel as if your mind is being scrambled and put back together, as if new pathways are growing and knowledge expanding.
Needless to say, she's also giving you a splitting headache.
Through it all, X is seemingly enjoying it for reasons you know not. And, as suddenly the "song" began, it abruptly ends. X begins to clap, obviously impressed.
Meanwhile, you stare at her incredulously as your head throbs.
Cloe bows. "Thank you, Miss X."
X grins. "What do you call it?"
"Singing."
"Hrm... An odd term to use for it, but highly imaginative!"
"Thank you." You don't think that was a compliment.
X smiles. "You are welcome. Now, shall we read?"
Chloe cocks her head, her head-wing going the other way. "But I gave you the ability to read just now."
"Then I suppose I must reward you. Come, sit on my lap whilst I read to you." Somehow, that seems like it defeats the goal of her singing.
"Okay!" She proceeds to plop her rear down on X's lap.
X looks to the book, clearing her throat. "—genitalia, which I hope are heavily engorged with blood and leaking. If you are male, I would consider if such a thing is healthy. If you are female, carry on, for I have discovered that such a thing is considered normal by most." You shudder at the way that was worded.
"Now, with your genitals thoroughly coated in chocolate, one must add sprinkles. If you must ask why, then you are a degenerate not worthy of the time of your chocolaty love interest, chair or otherwise, and you must now remove the chocolate, or, preferably, your genitals, in a rather gruesome manner. If you chose the obvious option, set them aside, for when you are making chocolate in the skull of your most hated enemy they will be vital if you are a male. A chocolate stirring stick is quite the commodity, after all, or so I have been told by the local psychopaths." I'm honestly shocked that Cloe can maintain such a smile while listening to such a thing, as I have a look of horror on my face that seems painted on.
Cloe's head-wing wags. "I had no idea they had such a use!"
X nods. "It isn't the intended use, but it is a use, I would imagine. Although, it would be a rather finicky stirring stick, as pain would likely soften it. Maybe if one somehow traps the blood inside." While I was busy shuddering at the thought of any poor idiot that reads this book, X continues, reading, "Now, some might say flowers are the optimal gift to woo others, but I for one would consider severed genitals a poor gift on their own, so coating them in chocolate is a must."
"However, one must also consider how they wish to make use of these gifts, as the type of chocolate can be quite vital. Do you wish to pour rose petals in chocolate kept at a toasty 300 degrees for a lovely dining experience, or would you rather allow that chocolate to harden into a solid? I know not why one wouldn't enjoy 300 degree chocolate, for it tested quite well with the local psychopaths, but is an option." You wonder why, indeed...
"It is also an option to make use of the knowledge within the chapter on gaseous chocolate, or, preferable, chocolate in a plasma state. After all, chocolate in a gaseous state makes for a terrible perfume in many ways, even if it does succeed in driving people to lick you. After all, who doesn't want their very own chocolate and plant genital power source and/or weapon?" Sane people, I would think.
"Now comes the presentation. I highly recommend becoming their chocolate gift. To assure success in this, be sure to pour the aforementioned 300 degree chocolate on your entire body. As you are now on a time limit, run, screaming or otherwise, towards your chocolaty love interest before you risk hardening. This is why such a high temperature is important, for it would be difficult to reach them in time at a lower temperature."
X looks up from her reading. "This to be the end of this chapter." The chair under her finally gives way from loss in structural integrity. She looks stunned.
Meanwhile, you can't stop shuddering.