Day 6
The noodles were descending into madness trying to find the impasta among them. "Al dente? More like al Dante because we're in Hell," mused one noodle.
Al Dente simmered quietly, not appreciating this slander of her good name. All she did was troll, and this was the thanks she got? Shaking her head. Shaking. Her. Head.
Meanwhile, the noodles had decided the best course of action was to pursue a true creepypasta: making a tie. They'd only heard legends of what happened during ties: the pot boiled over, the pot spontaneously yeeted a noodle onto the floor, or ... nothing? And despite many ominous warnings, there was not a bite of fettucine afraido to be found.
One of them seemed a bit silly and made the tie before forgetting the game was happening.. "Are you okay?" asked Macaroni. "Do you want some Spaghetti-Os?"
Campanelle stared at her. "Get your alphabet soup out of here, and don't put words in my mouth," she snapped. "I'm not sure why you're clear anyway. You seem a little saucy around the gills to me."
"Noodles don't have gills," Macaroni shot back. "I don't know what you're looking at anyway."
And then, the stove clock turned to 9:00, and the pot boiled over.
Dead is...
Dead is...
Dead is...
Ravioli, Fettucine, and Macaroni stared warily at each other. Why were they still here? They were sure that the remaining impasta had been in the tie. And yet ... they hadn't.
Fettucine looked frantically to Ravioli and back to Macaroni. "I don't understand," she said quietly, her voice shaking like the parmesan dispenser.
Ravioli was stunned. Even shell-shocked. "But ... but ... I was so sure. I would have wagered my filling on it..."
He trailed off, uncertain of what to do.
"It's okay," Macaroni said confidently. "It's hard when your teammates have pasta way. But we're in the end now, and there's a lesson that I've learned the hard way. I wrote it down for you to remember," she said with a smile, pulling a sheet of paper out of her pocket and handing it to Fettucine.
She opened it slowly, afraid of what it might reveal.
The top fold opened to show the words
WATCH OUT
one more fold:
for the
final fold:
Her eyes widened as she looked up. "No," she whispered, as the alfredo sauce crashed over her. A veritable tsunami washed her and Ravioli away, never to be seen again.
Dead is...
Dead is...
WOLVES WIN!!
@samac, Alfredo
@Santygrass, Marinara
@VeggieTrex, Pesto