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Honey Toasted Party Time 2: Ballgown Blitz Chapter 3 (Preview)
🕑 Added 2022-07-27 00:11:55 +0000 UTCLily’s head turned to the right. “HONEYCOMB! Toasted honey!”
Her head turned to the left. “MMMMM, me hungry! Me want toasted honey too!”
Everywhere she looked, she saw it. Fuzzy puff balls with toon parts sticking out of them, running, dashing, and bouncing all around her. They all blurred together outside of some minor, small hair color differences. They all almost sounded the same as well, chanting about their favorite breakfast cereal/obsession.
Lily felt… anxious. How could she not? She was the last human left in the room. There were Honeycomb Cravers as far as the eye could see or the ear could hear. The employees and DJ were long gone too (did they change or get out of there?).
She was alone.
So very alone as the Cravers ate their cereal. Where did they get those boxes or cereal from again? Everything was blurring in her mind, the sight just too harrowing at this point.
Or… was it? Despite everything happening, Lily felt something else. Something deeper within that was bubbling up. Maybe she had been there too long now, but…
Guuuurgle. Her stomach growled and rumbled. It wanted something. She had a feeling what it was.
Frowning, she tried to maintain her composure. Okay… what now? Maybe.. Maybe I should just leave? I don’t feel like I belong here. She fidgeted, another low gurgle coming from within. Maybe… maybe she did? Everything was so confusing.
Her body moved automatically, taking a step backwards. It was the first step she took in what felt like forever. Her body felt so stiff and unwieldy.
But in that step, there was movement around her. Two Cravers bounced over to her, looking as excited and eager as every other. One jumped and bounced in front of her, the other landed perfectly on her shoulder, snickering and chuckling. Both reeked of cereal.
Her heart raced again as she looked between the two figures. What did they want? What could they possibly… That’s when something felt off to Lily. They looked pretty much like any other Craver, but there was this sense of familiarity and nostalgia in them.
It clicked. She cleared her throat, “Rox… Roxanne? M-Mary?”
