Just Desert


Rachel used to live on the streets of  Tokyo, Japan with the wind whistling and orange, red, and yellow leaves flying along. But now, she lives in a house with friends, or should I call it…”Family”. 3 years ago, Rachel was buried in a town that was deep buried for centuries. A japanese lady went digging up dirt (Her favorite hobby) until she found Rachel, sleeping in the soil. First the lady screamed, suddenly she started to hit Rachel with a shovel (Das gonna hurt; It woke up Rachel). Rachel started to scream and cry because of the pain. Then the lady started to scream again, after 3 minutes the lady started to talk with Rachel. Rachel told the lady that she was a neko/human, the lady could easily tell since she could see cat ears on the top of her head and a cat tail.

Rachel has red hair with orange specks. She was wearing a rainbow shirt and violet cowgirl shorts. She has no shoes on (basically barefooted.) and she looked frightened(FROM ALL THAT HITTING OF THE SHOVEL!).

The lady decided to give her a home, and a Fairytale (Musque De Provence) pumpkin to eat.

“Umm…Thank you?” said Rachel, holding the gorgeous deep mahogany pumpkin.

“You’re welcome.” replied the lady.

Now…

Rachel stared at her bedroom door, lying down on the neon pink bed, a bit cold but hungry.

“I think I shall make some pumpkin pie…” Rachel thought. “I’m going to get the kitchen knife.”

It was midnight, and Rachel just came back home to get the materials for pumpkin pie.

“Okay…The recipe says: Cut the pumpkin into 16 pieces.” said Rachel, reading the pumpkin pie recipe.

She began lowering the knife, and the pumpkin began glowing. Rachel became nervous, but very curious. “I want to know what happens. I don’t care if it’s good or bad, I NEED TO KNOW.” thought Rachel.

She lowered the knife, and it grew even brighter. The knife almost touched the “Fairytale” pumpkin, and it was BLINDING Rachel’s eyes. The pumpkin grew bigger, and opened up a martian green colored portal… which, sucked up Rachel into a different dimension.

Rachel woke up and found herself in a abandoned pumpkin patch. “Ugh… W-where…am…I?” Murmured Rachel, shaking her head due to dizziness. It took a while for Rachel to become normal. But the first second she stopping being dizzy, she wasn’t in her house. “Where am I? And why is this pumpkin here with me?” Rachel said, staring at the pumpkin lying down at her feet. Rachel then picked up the pumpkin and started walking to a town as busy as Tokyo, Japan. Rachel keep walking, exploring the orange houses and stores until she bumped into a huge-floating-talkative pumpkin pie. “Hey! Watch it, kid!” It said, y
elling at Rachel for not looking where she was going. “Ya need to look where ya going.”  

“I’m sorry…um…” Said Rachel, confused. Rachel then asked “Who are you?”

“The name’s DA PUMPKIN PIE. I’m a talking pumpkin pie. And you?”

“I’m Rachel. Nice to meet you!”

“Same here. Now, lemme give you 1 warning here…”

“Huh? What warning?”

“The mayor, He controls the environment. Didn’t you saw the faces of our race?”

Rachel stared at a girl’s face. She was sad, but why is she sad when she’s supposed to be…well…happy?

“Ohhh…I see. I will try and stop him…or her…uh, what gender is the mayor?” said Rachel.

“Male.” Replied the pumpkin pie.

“Then I will stop him!”

“Okay. I’ll help you.”

Rachel and the Pumpkin Pie started walking to the orange house. It is like the white house but it is the color orange and is shaped of the pumpkin carriage from Cinderella and that’s all.

“Wow…That looks like the white house…” Gasped Rachel, gazing at the Orange House.

“Look here…” Said the pumpkin pie.

“Huh?”

“It says: Welcome to the Orange House!  This is where the Mayor lives.”

“Then we are here!”

“Hurry, anyone could catch us. Let’s go!”

Rachel and the Pumpkin Pie hurried to the Orange House, reaching for the Mayor’s office. They almost reached the office until both notice a maid, crying with 1 Neon pumpkin and 1 Orange Smoothie pumpkin.

“We should help her.” whispered Rachel.

“You’re right. This may be a sign that the Mayor’s actions are…dangerous.” Replied the Pumpkin Pie.

Rachel and the Pumpkin Pie walked closer, but backed up 3 steps, since the maid might say “Go away…”

“Umm…*Ahem*” murmured Rachel, loud enough that the maid could hear her.

“Uhh…hello…”Said the maid, wiping her tears off. “ And how did you get here that fast? Visitors basically enter after taking the ‘Innocently Test.’”

“There was no guards out, I guess?”

“Ohh..I see. You must be Rachel.”

“How did you know my name? Just asking.”

“The mayor knows anything, and he was the one who dragged you into our world…”

Rachel and the maid kept talking, the maid told Rachel her name was Pumpie Kins.

“Please let this be over…I’m getting impatient.” thought the Pumpkin Pie.

10 minutes later… Pumpie opened the doors to the mayor’s office.

“Before you go in, I shall give you a warning: Nobody made it out of his office. They only go in there for death. Which, is why thousands disappear in our town every month. Be careful, now!” Warned Pumpie.

“Um…Thank you.” Replied Rachel, nervously.

The doors were now shut. Both Rachel and the Pumpkin Pie was walking cautiously, until… “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Rachel…With the delish pie…” A voice said.

“Who’s there?” Yelled Rachel, looking around the pitch black room, dripping with reds and mahoganys.

I am the mayor, you must be here for you R.I.P. But don’t worry: One of us will survive. And that would be…Me.

“No…I’m not here for that…”

Then What? You must die! You are a disgrace to Both worlds: Tokyo and Pumpkinlandia!

WHAT?!

The reason…was that when she was little, she messed up all the time! The worst of them all was that she blew up her own TOWN! Yup, you heard me: SHE BLEW UP HER OWN TOWN WITH TNT AND WORSE!!!

Calmly, Rachel said “No…that was someone el–” Rachel saw a sword, lying on the floor. She picks up the sword, hiding it behind her back.

What’cha got there? Tell me or I will end you!” Screeched the Mayor. “You’re Hiding something! Show It or DIE!!!

“Sure, just close your eyes…and–” Rachel said in a creepy tone.

STAB! That was the end of the mayor…for LIFE. A portal opened up, and sucked Rachel up. Luckily, she managed to grab the tip of the portal.

“Where are you going? Where will that portal take you?!” Yelled the Pumpkin Pie.

“Home!” Replied Rachel, loudly. Rachel then lost her grip, screaming “AHH!”.

Rachel fell down on the floor of her home, and right before the portal closes, her 2 friends (Pumpkin Pie and Pumpie) jumped through the portal. The 3 pumpkins: Orange Smoothie, FairyTale, and Neon came too.

“Huh? How are you here?” Said Rachel, shocked that the Pumpkin Pie and Pumpie are standing on the living room floor.

“We managed to jump in.” Replied Pumpie.

Rachel noticed the pumpkins. She had forgotten the pumpkin pie recipe all this time.

“Hand me those pumpkins. I’ll be right back with something better.” Ordered Rachel.

Rachel read the list again:

 

  1. Cut your pumpkin in 16 pieces.
  2. Blend ½ of the pieces until it looks diced-up.
  3. Add cinnamon on the diced up pumpkin sauce.
  4. Add the sauce in your pan.
  5. Use the other ½ (1 piece of pumpkin shall remain.) of the pieces and put on top of pumpkin filling.
  6. Use Pie base and stack it on top of filling
  7. Get last piece of pumpkin and put it on top for decoration.
  8. Put it in the oven up to 350°F, place pumpkin pie and wait 1 hour and 30 minutes. (If it is a microwave, put temperature for 400°F and wait 1 hour.)
  9. Check pie every 20 minutes until pie base looks bright golden.
  10. Cut up pie and enjoy!

 

Rachel has successfully made 3 pumpkin pies, each with its unique taste.

“I’m back!” Rachel called as she entered the living room, finding Pumpie and Pumpkin Pie sitting on the couch.

“Oh goodie! What is that?” Asked Pumpie, staring at the 3 pumpkin pies, sitting on top of Rachel’s arms.

“These…are delicious pies. Would you like to try one?” Explained Rachel, holding the pies.

“Yes, please!” Pumpie and Pumpkin pie replied.

For the rest of the morning (It was 6:30 am, don’t judge me.), they enjoyed delicious pumpkin pie…well, for breakfast.

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