"The Quest For Chicken" Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Eggs & Nuggies
The bright sunlight shone through the blinds and lit up. The birds chirped a tune on the window. They jumped about, pecking each other in a playful manner.
“AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHH” Rene muffled on her pillow, covering her face. “Shut the fuck up!!!” she rose up and stared piercingly at the birds but quickly had to cover her eyes as she was dazzled by the beautiful morning sun. “AAAAGHHH.” She fell back on bed, defeated.
The door opened:
“You alright?”
“Honey, bring me a gun. I’m shooting these fucking birds.” She said through the pillow.
“That is what she would have said…” Mrs Blasey said as she smiled. She was standing on the doorframe, holding a basket against her hip.
“Oh shit. Sorry Mrs Blasey I thought you were Natalie. I mean you are but I mean my Natalie.”
“I know, I know. So I won’t give you any guns, but I do have some eggs and chicken for you. What say you come down and join us for breakfast?”
Rene looked at her for a second. “You’re great Mrs Blasey. I’ll be down in a sec.” She looked around the room.
“Oh took your clothes for a wash. They were all greasy from the chicken. They’re still drying so I brought you some of her clothes if you don’t mind.” She told Rene as she gently put the basket on the feet of the bed.
Rene smirked. “Don’t worry I always go to other dimensions to get clean clothes instead of doing laundry. I’m used to it by now.”
“Oh. Alright. Come join us when you’re ready.”
Rene walked down the stairs wearing a beige shirt and grayish purple jeans held tight to her hip by a gold belt buckle that read ‘Boss Bitch’. When she finally got down, she leaned on a wood post and said “Ladies” as she pointed at Natalie and Mrs Blasey.
“Is there any dimension where you dress nice?” Natalie asked jokingly.
“Well I think she looks just dandy!” Replied Mrs Blasey in a reassuring manner.
“Oh, Natalie, that chicken better be good or I’ll slap your tiddies backwards.” Rene said in a very resentful manner.
Natalie and Mrs Blasey laughed.
Rene and Natalie sat down at the neatly set up table as Mrs Blasey cooked some pancakes.
“So what do you do for a living Mrs Blasey? Just ranching?” asked Rene as she reached for the plate of chicken nuggies.
“Well yeah. Mostly ranching. But most of the money I make is from the patents of inventions I’ve invented.” She said as she flipped a pancake.
“It’s true!” Natalie exclaimed excitedly “While you were off, Mrs Blasey showed me her work shop. She has this thing she calls a ‘Paquette Coil’. She also helped me fix the Dimension Skipper. Having two of me working together was quite CONDUCTIVE to fixing it.” She looked at Rene. She didn’t laugh.
“Get it?”
Rene ignored the pun as she stared at a nuggie, deep in thought. “Huh. So why do you ranch if you get royalties from patents.”
“Well it’s a complicated story” she answered as she walked to the table with a plate full of pancakes. “I wouldn’t want to bore you with the details, now would I”
Rene frowned in suspicion. “Alright then. As you wish.” She took a fistul of nuggies and shoved them into her mouth as she carefully inspected the silver cutlery. She then looked up to see Natalie staring at her grotesque gluttonous display with a bank face. ”What’s wrong cochon, you want some nuggies?” She muffled as crumbs and pieces of nuggets came flying out of her mouth.
Natalie cringed. “No, thank you honey.” Then looked out the window and she turned to Mrs Blasey. “But how do you keep up with all the farm work all by yourself?”
“Oh well it’s not all by myself. This lad, William, son of a good friend of mine from the city comes from time to time to lend me a hand with the horses and such. Also her sister Alexandra comes every other day to milk the cows and help with the house.”
“How big are her tits?” Asked Rene as she looked up from her plate of nuggets.
“Well she- You see- Actually-” Mrs Blasey stutterd with a nervous blush.
“Oh sorry is she underage or something?”
“OH MY! No, no, no. She is [WHATEVER THE LEGAL AGE OF CONSENT IS WHEREVER YOU’RE READING THIS]. It’s just that she is the daughter of a good friend of mine, Dr. Nox. He and my father were good friends and so I saw that girl grow since she was a baby. Haha, I wouldn’t dare to think of her in that way.” She let out a nervous laugh as her blush became more intense.
“Jesus are her tits THAT BIG?” Reacted Rene in amazement.
“OH well- You see-” She stood up “Coffee must be ready I’ll go check” she vigorously walked to the stove.
Rene looked at Natalie and quietly commented “She’s not very subtle is she?”
Natalie looked back at her, confused “What do you mean?”
“...And you are not very perceptive are you?”
Mrs Blasey took deep breaths and managed to recompose herself. She turned to Natalie and asked “How do you like your coffee?”
“Oh no, thank you. I’ll just have a glass of milk. Papa used to say I need it to get big and strong. You can tell I drink it everyday.” Natalie said as she flexed her arms and frowned, filled with confidence.
“You’re so fucking cute. I love you.” Rene said.
“Do you want some coffee Rene?” Mrs Blasey turned to her
“Sure.”
“How do you like it? Oh! Let me guess, black with a little drop of milk…”
“Oh wow. That’s actually how I like it,” She smiled.
“... and fill to the brim with moonshine?”
“What the fuck? NO!”
“Oh. Alright. Guess you don’t drink?”
“No, I drink. Just not at the fucking break of dawn!”
“It’s almost noon, Rene.” Natalie added.
“Still!”
“Okay then.” Mrs Blasey said as she gave Natalie her cup of milk and Rene her coffee, and sat down.
“Was… was I an alcoholic here?” Rene asked hesitantly.
“I mean you- I mean her, always enjoyed a little drinking. She said it calmed her nerves.”
“Man…” Rene took a sip of her coffee. “You know, that’s a pretty common thing with me. It really gets to you, the constant voices inside your head. It gets better with time but I remember I also fell into the bottle for a while. But I mean, I was a pirate at that time so there wasn’t much choice when it came to beverage selection...”
“WHAT?! YOU WERE A PIRATE?!! WHY DID YOU NEVER TOLD ME?!!!” Natalie yelled in disbelief as she bolted from the table.
“I never told you? Huh. Well now you know.” Rene answered calmly. She then heard a sob. She turned to Mrs Blasey.
“I- I never thought it was much of a problem. She just liked to drink. I thought that was it. But deep down I knew something was up and didn’t do anything. She told me everytime not to worry, that she just enjoyed it. But I knew there was another reason… I remember she would sneak out of bed at night when I was sleeping. I-one night I woke up alone in bed and went down stairs looking for her. I- I looked out the window and there she was on the porch with a beer in her hand. I couldn’t see her face from that angle, but I clearly saw it… tears coming down her cheek. I just couldn’t. I ran upstairs and got into bed. I cried and cried. She followed me up shortly after. She probably heard me. She held me tight and didn’t say a word. She held me tight all night long. I-”
Rene put her hand on Mrs Blasey's shoulder and got on her knee to match her eye level. “It’s alright.” She hugged her and held her head. “It’s alright.”
Mrs Blasey just buried her face on Rene’s shoulder and cried for a minute. When she finally stopped Rene looked her right in the eyes.
“Mrs Blasey-no, Natalie, I need you to tell me how I died.”
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