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CinnabarPrompt: Cinnabar dropped his club as well as his jaw and looked up at the terrifyingly tall mound of ice cream that stood in the way of (or at least underneath) the hole that his ball needed to be in if he wanted to score any points.
"Char-char, Eddie, do you see thi- oh you're still stuffing your faces with ice cream, how ironic." The flaming red chicoon went to call their putting partner, only to see they were still enjoying their ice cream with Scoop, as they promised him prior; along with Eddie, who had decided to join their gold party for the day and was currently chatting with Scoop. Cinnabar grumped a bit, turning back to the predicament in front of him, ignoring how salty he was about the fact that he wasn't offered any.
But looking upon the frozen treat of an obstacle did have his brain gears turning... He tossed his club to the side and walked past the two towards the ice cream booth, earning a curious head tilt from Charcoal. Cinnabar caught the attention of the worker and started speaking with a fire of determination in their eyes.
"Hey! You! What is the largest spoon you have." Cinnabar formed their sentence as a statement rather than a question, squinting at the worker, who was growing more nervous by the second.
"U-uh we have our scooping and topping spoons...w-why?"
"Hand them over."
'H-huh?! I can't just give these to you! They're for serving customers!" Cinnabar furrowed his eyebrows at this, tapping the counter in thought, before looking up at the employee.
"Okay then, how many little spoons can you give me?
"Wh-wha-" "I said. How. Many. Customer. Spoons. Can you. Give me." He cut them off, grabbing all of the chicoins he had on him and slamming them down on the counter.
"W-well there's... nothing in our policy about limits on regular spoons, so..."
"Give me six." The worker complied, hesitantly asking if he wanted to buy ice cream with his chicoins since the spoons were technically free, but Cinnabar ignored them as he focused on his target.
He approached the tower of soft-served dairy and prepared his cluster of spoons, wielding them 3 in each hand, and sized up his inanimate opponent. He took a deep breath, and shoved his right hand's worth of spoons into the ice cream, getting a hefty scoop (or scoops??) and shoving it into his mouth, eyes immediately going wide from the shock of the cold as they swallowed. He danced around in pain as the freezing sensation took hold in his gullet, but he shook his head to focus back on what was important by powering through and diving the spoons in his left hand in.
In the meantime, Charcoal watched with deep concern as Cinnabar tortured himself.
"What...what is Cinna doing. He doesn't plan to actually eat all of that, right? How did it even get there..." They mumbled, looking to Scoop for answers, Eddie doing the same as he too was curious about why his friend pulled such a stunt. The gooey chicoon only shrugged and chomped the last bit of his cone, before answering.
"A lot of kind chicoons were nice 'nough to offer me ice cream like you did. But there was no was I'd be able to eat it all, so, I made it into the next course. What'cha think?" He spoke with an audible grin in his voice, proud of his feat.
Charcoal grimaced as they continued to watch Cinnabar suffer.
"I think that chicoon will freeze over before he's able to properly finish the course..."
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On the brink of passing out, there on the floor lay a very tired and very full chicoon, groaning softly as his head pounded with the nonstop brain freeze he endured. Shakily, he stood up and trudge over slowly to grab his club. He then turned the other to head towards the ball, dragging his feet and club all the way. Finally reaching it, he tried to focus the best he could on the newfound hole that was revealed from underneath all of the ice cream, and how hard he needed to hit to make it. He gave a weak put, almost terrified that it might have not been enough and he just went through all of that pain for a mediocre score but felt instant relief when it
just barely dipped into the hole. He collapsed to the ground, and Charcoal immediately rushed to his aid, Eddie and Scoop loosely following behind.
'Nice job, kiddo! That was some impressive work right there! Though 'm a little disappointed that you ate a good majority of it" Scoop muttered the last bit under his breath, receiving a comforting pat on the back from Eddie, before brightening up again.
"Oh, I know! Your hard work deserves a reward! And I know just the thing, a good ol' sundae!"
The audible crack of Cinnabar's neck when he snapped his head to glare at him was enough to make the three jump.
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