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Pizza O'Clock: Goin' Ape for Deliveries Chapter 3 (Preview)
🕑 Added 2023-09-14 01:18:45 +0000 UTCWell, here goes nothing, I guess. Beatrice took the receipt from the cup holder and then opened the pizza bag. Okay… I want… whatever is on this receipt. Just think about it and it should come out, right? Just think and-UGH!
An unpleasant smell came from the bag. It wasn’t rotten, but she recognized the heinous smell from a time when Traci had ordered something similar. Pulling out the box, she took a quick peek inside and closed it quickly.
Ugh, pineapple. So much for this being a normal person.
Beatrice did her very best to ignore the scent, unbuckling herself and quickly getting out of the car. She took the box and receipt and hurried to the front door. Her walk was slouched over, her face full of contempt and frustration. Of course, first delivery and its pineapple pizza. Add that to the numerous insults I faced so far.
Getting up to the door, the witch took a deep breath, though turning her head away from the pizza she held. Okay, let’s get this over with. Act like a proper “professional” doing this.
She frowned. Oh great. They’re probably tracking that somehow too, aren’t they? If I don’t play nice, Cassidy is gonna bitch me out, isn’t she? Ugggggghh…
With that in mind, Beatrice smiled. At least, she tried her best to form one that didn’t look so hollow and fake. It was a small smile, but it was something that she could muster.
Holding that expression as much as she could, the witch gave the door a knock.
A cold tingle went up her spine. Goosebumps ran along her smooth, green skin. It was strange. The sensation came out of nowhere, but yet felt so oddly pleasant.
Also from out of nowhere, hair. Around the back of her wrist, dark, chocolate brown hairs began to grow. They were thin and small, almost like regular body hair initially. Then, it spread around her wrist, thickening and growing longer. It was a weird cuff of fur around her right hand, her left starting to sprout similar fuzz.
Beatrice didn’t notice. She was too busy ignoring that feeling from before and waiting.
