You thought it was over?
Nah. That was just round one.
Because now enters: BLACK. PEPPER. SAUCE.
aka Period Demonic Phase Level 2.
Nyxarte thought she was safe.
She thought she could handle it.
She was wrong.
The first bite was heavenly. The second was divine.
But the 43rd?
That was where things got existential.
"MY INSIDES ARE THROWING A RAVE PARTY IN HELL," she screamed from the bathroom.
Niko, holding a tiny robot fan, knocked softly on the door. "Do you want me to install coolant in the toilet??"
"UNNECESSARY. I'M ONE WITH THE FLAMES NOW."
Ten minutes later, she emerged dramatically wrapped in a blanket like a shawarma. Her eyeliner running. Her pride evaporated.
"It betrayed me. The sauce. It made promises. I trusted it."
She fell face-first onto the couch and groaned into a pillow.
Niko sat beside her with a spoonful of ice cream. "Say 'ahhh' for the chill of mercy."
She bit the spoon. Then glared.
"You. Me. Tongue swap. Now."
"That's not how any of this works."
"You don't understand," she wheezed. "You have no tastebuds. YOU ARE BLESSED. LET ME STEAL YOUR POWER."
Niko blinked, sighing in surrender. "Fine. But this time I'm charging interest."
She kissed him again with the chaos of someone dying from culinary warfare.
Final Scene:
The guards in the hallway stood like statues.
"...She's kissing him again, isn't she."
"...Twelfth time today."
"...Should we pretend we don't hear?"
"Already do."
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Static Stars & Binary Scars
Fanfiction🌠 Nyxarte Velzorynth wasn't born - she was. A red dwarf star who crash-landed to Earth, caught by Vox and co-parented with Alastor. From flame to :3-faced child, she grew fast - cold yet glowing. Hair like space, eyes of balance and power, heart ma...
