“Considering where we are now, I have chosen as our theme ingredient, or should I say ingredients, something that I find absolutely appropriate…”
Dagon snapped his fingers and something appeared on the pair of identical countertops. It was absolutely horrific. Teeth and fangs and tentacles stuck out every which way. The Dazzlings, Pinkie, and Sunny were absolutely flummoxed over what the awful thing was. Anon squinted before he recognized the pieces for what they were.
“OOOooh, it’s a Chilean Sea Bass with an Octopus sitting on its head.”
He paused to consider the absolutely terrible looking and unappetizing fish. It had a large triangular face and large sharp teeth. It looked like those robot fish from Sonic the Hedgehog, all 3 feet of it. It looked like if Yoda had fucked a vampire fish and had horrible fish babies with it. Aren’t these awful things endangered or something?
“Hah, pretty good descriptions of them. Unfortunately no, young man. Damn things are all over the place here, so I wouldn’t worry about running out of them.”
Oh fuck, he can read minds. Dagon laughed again.
“So, the theme ingredients you must use are Octopus and Patagonian Toothfish, otherwise known as Chilean Sea Bass. You will have one hour to prepare four dishes, each using one of the theme ingredients, save for the desert. Providing commentary will of course be Cthulhu and his lovely assistant, Miss Lulamoon.”
The blue unicorn vanished in a light blue shower of sparks and shattered reality m-branes, appearing beside the Elder God. They were now sitting behind an announcing table with microphones. The small magic horse was positively dwarfed by his presence. What was strange was how the table seemed to be perfectly sized to fit them both. Geometry and the physical topography of matter itself surrendered to the need for the table to look right.
THANK YOU FOR THAT DAGO.
“Yes, we thank you Father Dagon. The Great and Powerful Trixie is so glaaaad to be here for this! Now, as is the custom, both teams will have 5 minutes to meet and plan out their strategies. This whole thing could be decided by the team with the better plan!”
YES INDEED MISS LULAMOON.
“Oh please Mr. Cthulhu, Trixie is fine.”
MY FATHER WAS MR. CTHULHU, PLEASE JUST CALL ME CTHULHU.
It appeared to wink at the small horse. Cheers and blurps erupted from the audience as the Dazzlings and Rainbooms huddled up. Shimmy was the first to speak up.
“Guys! This is bad! Have you seen the things Pinkie makes in home ec?!”
“Pinkie is a baker, not a chef. Same with AJ. Its fine Sunny, Anon's got this. Right?” replied Dagi.
Everyone looked expectedly at Anon. His Insight was currently sitting at 48. Tentacled beasts in the audience found themselves uncomfortable under his gaze, as the beings so used to staring back from the abyss found themselves in turn stared at with even more scrutiny. He looked back at the kitchenettes, watched them seem to shift from gleaming stainless steel to ancient cut stone altars. He turned back to Adagio, afraid of what else he might see.
“Anon…?”
His lips parted and his jaw slightly dropped as he watched the shifting stage lights shimmer off her like reflections on the water. She was beautiful. Her, Sonata, and Aria. Sunny was ok. He wouldn’t fail them, not now.
“Don't worry Dagi, I got this.”
A fire burned in his eyes as he laid out his plan to the girls. On the other side, a hungover looking Twilight rallied her troops with the help of Pinkie.