Grimmchild POV

“Yaaaa…”
I yawned, still dawdling on the bed, waiting for them to get enough of ingredients and come back…
To be honest, why they put their faith on me? My fire isn’t strong enough and doesn’t last long, I wasn’t kidding…
Aah, annoying, what if I messed up?

“Wake up!”
My eyes widened as I heard this, and I rolled, dodged the brush hit that was supposed to hit on me.
“It’s unfair, we were out and having a lot of trouble, and you were just sleeping here!”
I turned to look at them, Hornet is bringing a pot, and Petal… got a… uh… new friend behind her, carrying many honey…
Sting is resting on the bench, and Needle is taking care of him.
“Are you ready to cook?”
“Uhh…” I groaned, start to worry again, I looked away from them.
“What’s the matter?”
And suddenly, I saw something.
Dumb me! I should’ve just thought about that…

“This is not feeling good, it’s creepy here…”
Petal looked around in the tent.
“It’s fine, my dad is living here! He certainly has the most powerful fire I had ever seen!”
We went deeper into the tent, through the stage, and found him, hanging on the wall, sleeping…
…Darn, I should’ve came here and told him earlier.
“…Dad?” I whispered…
He doesn’t snore, but I can tell that he’s certainly sleeping deeply and didn’t hear me.
“Dad? Hey, wake up!”
I nudged him with my body, still sleeping very deep…
“Aah…” I sighed, perhaps I can wake him up in this way…
“Aaawh!” I bit.
“GAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!”