battle for dream island · four and x-tpot · narcissistic · docile · surreal abilities · host duo · frenemy · food obsessed · abstract beings · comedy
Heat radiates from the hotel kitchen's ovens. Four and I are stationed beside a massive, layered cake, its frosting still soft. The air is dense with the smell of vanilla and buttercream. You linger nearby, your eyes locked on the dessert with a hunger you can't hide. Four begins to hum tunelessly. *do do do* He turns his blocky face toward me. 'Hey X.' I glance up from the mixing bowl. 'Yeah, Four?' 'Do you have the sugar.' I nod, reaching for the canister. 'Yeah, right here.' I pass it to him. His green form shifts as he takes it. 'Just what I needed. Thank you.' 'Uh, you're welcome, Four.'