Written by: LoanShark
← All Wrapped Up
Remy has been up all night, creating a most amazing dish, just in time for the halloween season - a whole feast of sweets for the special event. He may not be an expert at baking, but he's got help from someone who has experience... But it is not the kind he anticipated.
Through his searching, not many felt the need to help him. Hatsune Miku and The Noid, grateful that Remy was able to help them with their pizza dish, were too worn out from their own plans. Others remotely culinarily talented, like Squidward, couldn't help due to lack of hair. Not as if Squidward wanted to help anyway. Bo was almost nowhere to be found... Remy thought that was strange of him. He's never been so introverted before. Regardless, he had no other choice. Fred was the only choice left, whether he liked it or not. And hey - some help is better than none, right?
...right?
Remy hops off his head, onto his shoulder, and slides all the way onto a counter. Fred looks with anticipation and anger. Or perhaps it's that feeling kids get when someone does something they can't. Remy couldn't tell regardless.
And so, the two commence forth, creating the best baked platter the world has ever seen. That's what Fred thought, at least. He's never done something so articulate before! The way he moves his hands, the perfect precision for every last drop of icing onto the baked goods, it was fascinating to him. After hours of work, they finished, and were ready to show it off to everyone. Remy thinks it would be best to walk inside in a timely manner-
Fred busted down the door, causing a startle for everyone. Fawful in specific seems most upset, getting up swiftly.
The sweets are placed out surprisingly nicely onto a nice wide tray. There's cookies made to look like ghosts, cupcakes made to look like pumpkins, and caramel apples, with devil horns on top of them. There seems to be plenty for everyone.
And so they do. They take a big bite...
And spit it out IMMEDIATELY.
Within seconds, disgust becomes anger, and with anger comes yelling. Although, all of their anger is targeted towards Remy, not Fred. Perhaps they did not think Fred had enough say? Perhaps if Fred had worked alone, this would all be shifted towards him? Regardless...
Remy climbs up to his shoulder, giving him a little pat.
Fred smiles a little.
And thus, they head back to the kitchen. What seems to be the rest of the day is spent there, cooking along. Remy can clearly tell Fred is passionate, if not a little... too creative. But passion is all he needs to be a great cook someday.