《The Fourth Friend (An Amphibia Story)》Part 5: We're (Kinda) In Charge Now
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Skylar's P.O.V
'What's wrong Sasha? You've barely touched your beetle stew' I sarcastically say. Sasha just scoffs.
'Yes why haven't you eaten yet?' Grime asks clearly not understanding the concept of sarcasm.
'Come on Grime you can't expect us to eat ' Sasha says while gesturing to the bowl of slop in front of her.
'What do you mean by that? Beetle stew is an Amphibian delicacy' Grime explains.
'It may seem good to people from Amphibia but news flash, WE'RE NOT FROM AMPHIBIA!' I exclaim.
'If you have an issue with the food then you'll have to take it up with Brenton, I've got more important things to do than listen to the two of you complain about your food' Grime explains as he leaves the hall.
'Who's Brenton' Sasha asks me.
'The chef you dumbass' I laugh as I head to the kitchen.
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'Hey dude, you're Brenton right?' I ask the blue toad with the moustache.
'Oui, is there something you need?' He asks in a French accent.
'Alright lets get straight to the point, we can't eat this' Sasha explains.
'Why? Is my beetle stew not to your liking?' He asks.
'No no, it's great... for a frog but we're, we're not frogs' I explain.
'I am sorry but I do not have the time to make any other things' he explained after turning back to his pot of stew.
'Well you're going to have to make time cause we're your commanders and we're ordering you to make us better food'
The blue toad became nervous 'Of course commanders I am sorry for my actions' He said quickly as he rushed off.
'That was a little harsh Sasha' I mutter.
'Relax Sky it's fine, besides do you know what we can do with our titles?' She asks while putting her hands on my shoulders.
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'No?'
'Almost anything, we practically rule Toad Tower, so you got any ideas on what to do next?'
'I think I might have a few ideas' I smirk.
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'It's so beautiful' I say while staring star eyed at the pizza in front of me.
'It beautiful until you put pineapple on it' Sasha sighs while grabbing a piece of her own pizza.
'Pineapple belongs on pizza, you can't change my mind' I say.
'Whatever'
'You know what we need to do next?'
'What?' she replies while eating her pizza.
'I think it's time we fix up our room and stop sleeping on the floor' I declare.
'Sounds good to me, let's go deal with that dump of a room'
'Let's a go!' I say mimicking Mario.
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'I'd say our room's looking pretty good' Sasha comments.
'Yeah sure is' I smile. I then notice something else in the room 'Sasha what- what is this?' I ask gesturing to a statue of her.
'I thought it added a nice touch' she replies.
'Nope not happening, I don't think I'll be able to sleep knowing this is here' I groan while moving the statue over to the window. I look out the window to make sure I wouldn't hit anyone and then pushed the statue out the window.
'Was that really necessary?'
'Yes, yes it was' I say with a proud smile.
'SKYLAR DON'T MOVE A MUSCLE' Sasha warns.
'What what? What is it?' I say not daring to move.
'There's a giant spider right by your foot!' Sash explains.
I hate spiders. Almost any bug back home would get me scared but it being an Amphibian spider makes it 10x worse.
'Eww, get it off, get it off, get it off' I whine.
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'Hahahahahahaha' I hear Sasha laugh.
'There's no spider is there' I say flatly.
'No, no there's not' Sasha says between laughs.
'You stink' My comment was only met with continued laughter from Sasha. 'No you really do stink, like you smell bad' I laugh holding my nose.
'HEY! It's not my fault there's no shower here-'
'A SHOWER!' We say in sync.
'That's what we need' I decided.
'Yeah but how the hell do we get a shower?' Sasha questions.
'As funny as it is a toad named Bob oversees the repairs of the tower let's start with him' I explain.
'Sounds good enough to me'
'Operation squeaky clean is a go!' I enthusiastically say while marching out the door.
'Not calling it that' Sasha deadpans as she follows me out.
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'Sorry not sorry but I haven't got time to add this 'shower' thing, just go to the communal baths' Bob tells us while continuing to go over other plans.
'Yeah not happening' Sasha says blandly.
'C'mon Bob, can we build it? Yes we can' I softly sing as an attempt of persuasion.
'Ignore her, as your commanders we are ordering you to build this shower, got it?'
'W-well I-' he stuttered.
'Got it' Sasha said more aggressively.
'Yes commanders, I'll get to it right away' he quickly said as he ran off to build the shower.
'I feel like we're using the commander title a little too much Sash...' I mumble avoiding eye contact and rubbing my arm.
'C'mon Sky just look at all the cool stuff we're getting from this, we've got an endless supply of pizza, an awesome room and we're about to get a shower' Sasha explains with a smile.
'Yeah I guess... I just feel like we're being a little mean to the toads...' I say still not looking her in the eye.
'You have way too big of a heart Sky' Sasha chuckles 'c'mon let's just head back to our room'
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'Night Sasha' I yawn as I snuggle under my quilt.
'G'night Sky' she replies.
'Time to get a goodnights sleep' I think as I slowly drift off into peaceful slumber-
'WAKE UP LIEUTENANTS!'
'WHAT!' Me and Sasha yell in sync, jolting out of bed.
'YOU TWO HAVE SPENT ALL DAY ABUSING YOUR TITLE AND IT'S ABOUT TIME YOU DID SOMETHING TO EARN IT!'
'Can you PLEASE stop yelling!?'
'What are we even doing?!'
Grime gives us a terrifying grin 'It's time for you two to start your training'
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