Sad Kotyonok - The Advent Adventure

by TapTapAlways

This is a story for my friend who is sad sometimes. It will stretch across fandoms in total insanity and answer questions you never asked such as "What would happen if you introduced Doctor Strange's Cloak to the flying carpet from Aladdin?", "Would Doctor Strange and John Watson hit it off?" and "Would Doctors Strange and Who drink far too much while bonding?". An Advent Calendar.

2. December 2:nd

December 2:nd - I Am Meant To Be Eating Goo?

Doctor Strange - because there was no way he'd stand for any of that "master" business, he had worked hard for his medical degree and he intended to remember that - looked at the plate of food with sceptisism.

Well, "food", might be going a little too far. Goo, he would consider a more apt description. It was purple, slimy, and looked a little bit like a half-undigested octupus drenched in its own ink. If octopus ink had been purple.

He had prepared it exactly to the recipy, and he was good at following recipies, so he did not doubt that it was entirely right. That fact was exactly what was bothering him. Adding to his humiliation, his cloak had apparently taken a break from its favourite occupation of glide-flying through the house like a gigantic, red, out-of-water ray for seemingly no reason and instead was watching him intently. He had an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach that if a piece of cloth could giggle, this one would.

Somewhat to his surprise, as he retrieved a fork, the cloak came and fell around his shoulders, one heavy fold of fabric finding his arm and lifting, tugging, as if it wanted to direct him somewhere. Allowing it, he watched as the cloak suggested that he'd use his pasta condiments. Suddenly, that argument made sense.

Pretending that the weird, slimy, long strings of goo was in fact pasta instead, Stephen prepared the rest of the meal and sat down to eat it, cape still sticking to his shoulders like a permanent hug. Not that he was much for hugs, of course. If anyone should ask. (He secretly was.)

He found himself grimacing as he put it up on the fork, which was not entirely easy, but not as hard as he had imagined it to be. He resisted the urge to close his eyes as he took the first bite, only to almost startle in surprise. He could swear the cloak was giggling at him again.

The... interesting, purple goo was, well, nice. There was no other way of expressing it: he liked eating purple goo for lunch. Well, he supposed, as he dug into his meal. He was a doctor, and he did magic. He didn't strictly believe in magic, but he did it; liking strange magical food wasn't really up there, after all, now was it?

Apparently, in the comic, he needs special complementary foods as he does so much magic. He is seen eating goo on occasion, those who have read it tells me. Interesting, and also funny. So I thought, what if goo is actually tasty, at least if you're a sorcerer? Because we assume it wouldn't be, but we don't know, do we? We could just be ignorant from not having tried!

I do not own anything you recognise - I don't even know where some of it is from!

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