Keith:
I was bored. Extremely bored. I had nothing to do. NOTHING!! The team had banned me from the training deck saying, and I quote, "you're not spending enough time doing something fun and talking to other people." Training is fun! And I talk to lots of people... ok, that last one might not be true but still! I've talked to people.
"Ugh, I'm so bored!" I wined as I turned from laying on my back to my stomach.
I was currently lying on my bed trying to find something to do. I glanced at my desk and saw a book sitting on top. A cookbook to be exact. I suddenly remembered something Hunk had told me a few days ago.
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"Whenever I'm bored, stressed, angry, sad, happy -" Hunk started but I cut him off.
"I get it, no what do you do when you're all those things?" I huffed, already getting annoyed.
"Oh, well, I bake!" Hunk said with a huge smile. "It helps me relax and it's fun to do. You should try it sometime."
Hunk smiled at me as he handed me a cookbook.
"Eh, I don't know. Have you seen me in a kitchen?" I asked, unsure.
"Nope," Hunk chuckled.
"And you better hope it stays that way," was the last thing I said before taking the book and heading to my room. I placed it on my desk, not giving it a second thought.
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I sighed.
Why not? I thought to myself as I stood up and grabbed the book, making my way to the kitchen. What could possibly go wrong?
Everything can go wrong. I was currently looking at the cake after I had pulled it from the oven. It looked... toasted. It also smelled of burnt chicken.
"Who tried baking a chicken?" Lance asked as he walked into the room, smelling the air.
"Cake, actually," I answered while still observing the cake.
I shrugged and took a bite. It was... unique... I'm lying. It was the worst thing I have ever tasted. As soon as it touched my tough I spit it back out. Without saying a thing, Lance walked over and also took a bite.
"Come on, it can't be that bad," he said as he took a bite. I could see his face turn green as he tried keeping it in. All I did was hand him a napkin that he gladly took and spit into.
"Keith! What did you do to that poor cake!? And why does it smell like burnt chicken in here?" Lance exclaimed. All I did was shrug.
"And is that an eggshell?" Lance asked, pointing to a piece of white that stuck out of the cake.
"Um... was I supposed to take those off?" I asked, confused.
"YES! You really can't bake a thing," Lance chuckled. After a second, a look of fear crossed his face. "Hunk is going to kill you for causing such a mess..."
They looked at each other before running out of the kitchen. A few minutes later they heard a scream.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY KITCHEN!! AND WHY DOES IT SMELL LIKE CHICKEN IN HERE!?" we heard Hunk yell from the kitchen.
Lance and I kid in the castle for the next few hours as Hunk interrogated everyone and looked for us. And I must admit. I had fun. And I was no longer bored. Now, as for why the kitchen smelled of burned chicken? That is something we will never know. Nor how I managed to light the water on fire...
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(A/N) Hey. Thanks to those who read this. I was busy with another one, but I was running out of time and it was a long one so I did this one instead. Hope it's alright. Have a lovely day/night.
- MarMar
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Keith One-Shots
FanfictionJust a bunch of random story's about Keith. Their will be kit Keith, turning galra, his team kicking him out, him being sick, and more. Also, cover drawing does not belong to me.