Quoted By:
“First of all, the pudding as promised…” You want to congratulate Odetta on her resurrection. Wilma hands over the merchandise to you.
“Wait, I need to learn how to use my mouth… Okay, we good, no, yes, no, yes. Okay, good.” Odetta acts like some sort of bird of prey, or a puppet until she regains total control of her mouth senses. “I’m kinda hungry, so gimme.”
“Here you go.” You feed this ghostly bird her first spoonful.
“<span class="mu-s">GGGGGGGGGGGGGGgGGGGGGGGGGGGGLBhhh~</span>” Odetta has a sensory overload. Her eyes go through the back of her head and back through different directions, her body is trembling like a washing machine with a brick inside it, and she’s making ‘printer out of ink’ noises.
“This sound isn’t humanly possible.” Wilma comments.
“Well, she is some sort of living dead.” Matilda analyzes what she’s seeing.
“I should’ve prevented this. How unobservant of me.” Fiora doesn’t feel any regret at all. She’s chuckling. Odetta is dying and she’s chuckling!
Odetta reboots. She looks… as well as she did before eating the dessert.
“Huh, do you want another bite?” You offer.
“...I think I met your mom.” Odetta’s mouth moves like a cat’s. “Place smelled like fire and brimstone.”
“That’s enough experimentation.” Fiora takes the pudding away. “We don’t need to witness a third strike in one day.”
“Did you like it, Lil’ O?” You ask.
“I don’t know, I need another bite.” Odetta acts like an Arcade game hit known for eating snack pellets from 40 years ago.
“Be honest with him.” Wilma demands answers! You both made the pudding after all.
“It made me go to hell, what am I supposed to say?” Odetta doesn’t want to break hearts, just her brain again.
“Yummy, for example.” Fiora suggests.
“...Don’t share any with Fiora, please.” Odetta hates the witch that brought her back to life.
“Let’s put this subject to rest.” Matilda was amused before, but now she wants to know what is going on.
