This choice: Dorothea actually fell asleep, but Bernie winds up stuck in the cake. • Go Back... (This chapter, and the song within, are inspired by Dorothea and Edelgard's C Support)
As the night stretched on, and Dorothea heard no tell-tale signs of a tiny Bernadetta sneaking into her room and stealing her food, the songstress's eyes started to grow heavy.
No! She admonished herself, opening her eyes wide and shifting somewhat in bed. No falling asleep before your cue, Dorothea! Edelgard and the professor are counting on you...
She took a deep breath, the smell of the cake next to her bed once again tempting her. Perhaps just one bite will help me stay awake... no, better not. If Bernie's already in here, seeing I'm not asleep will scare her off. And what if she's there already?! I might... eat... the poor... thing...
Dorothea's thoughts slowed as her eyes drifted shut and she finally lost her battle against sleep, snuggling against her pillow with a contented sigh. Said sigh put Bernadetta on high alert as she quickly looked back at the giantess, holding her breath and staying perfectly still.
Maybe it's like those dragons in that one story I read! If I stand perfectly still, she can't see me!
After a long, agonizing moment, Dorothea's breathing slowed. Bernadetta decided she was truly asleep, and moved on to her prize with a grin. The tiny girl took an experimental bite of the cake. Determining that her former classmates hadn't poisoned the cake as part of a plan to get rid of her and that it was, in fact, chocolaty and delicious, Bernadetta dug into the cake with abandon, stuffing her face and pockets with the first meal she'd been able to get since shrinking.
"Mmm..." Bernadetta muttered to herself, content that Dorothea was in a deep enough sleep that a little noise wouldn't wake her. "Ish good right now..." she swallowed. "But anything I take with me might dry out after too long. I should get some icing too."
Finding a section of cake she hadn't ravaged yet, she dug her hands into it and began to climb, aiming to get to the top and scoop some of the sweet cream icing into her remaining pockets. Sure, it would ruin her uniform, but what did she care? Garreg Mach's dress code didn't apply to her anymore. No one would judge her because no one would ever see her again. Being a Borrower was so liberating!
It was when she reached the top that disaster struck. The icing was much gooier and stickier than the tiny girl expected. When she tried to grab onto it to hoist herself on top of the slice, it grabbed onto her, and she began to sink into it like quicksand. Having never learned how to escape from quicksand in her somewhat abusive life as a noble daughter, Bernadetta did what came naturally to her: panicking and flailing her limbs. This did nothing to help her escape her sweet, sticky prison, and in fact made things worse as her entire body was now stuck.
"Mmmm..."
Bernadetta freezed in fear as Dorothea moaned loudly. Was she waking up? Would she see her trying to steal her cake? Obviously, she'd be furious. Would she take her to the professor as punishment or merely end her here?
Craning her neck as much as she dared, she looked towards the giantess. She was tossing and turning in bed, but didn't seem to be waking. Eventually, Dorothea settled down and stopped moving, now facing Bernadetta and her chocolate gulag. Her eyes were still closed, twitching as she dreamed, and a smile was on her face.
"This song's just for you, Edie..." she sighed in her sleep.
Spooked by the giantess suddenly sleeptalking and fearing that she could wake at any moment, Bernadetta renewed her struggles. She was so encased in the frosting that she was only able to tire herself out. Between her aching muscles, the fact that she'd been doing way more physical activity than usual today, and the oddly lulling sound of Dorothea's slow, steady breathing, the tiny archer soon gave into exhaustion, losing consciousness.
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While Dorothea dreamed of staging an opera for Edelgard, which soon turned into an erotic afterparty where the white haired princess fed her chocolate cake, Bernadetta's dreams were considerably darker.
Still struggling in the cake frosting, Bernadetta was blinded by a sudden bright light as a full orchestral medly played loudly around her. As her eyes adjusted, she saw Dorothea looming above her, resplendent in her finest opera costume. As the giantess glared down at her, the music swelled in volume and she began to sing.
"~What do I see on my plate?
A tiny, worthless Bernie!
Now, my appetite I'll sate,
And end her pointless journey~"
Dorothea's giant hands surrounded the cake as she lifted it into the air melodramatically. As Bernadetta's struggles renewed, she looked behind her, discovering to her horror that not only was Dorothea about to eat her, but they were on stage and everyone she'd ever met was in the audience, with her professor and classmates from Black Eagle House in the front center row.
"I really don't get opera," Caspar muttered as he struggled to read the program. "When's the fighting start?"
"To think, I thought Bernie could ever amount to anything," Professor Byleth shook her head sadly. "I'm a worthless teacher..."
"It is unfair!" Petra protested. "I wanted to do the eating of Bernie! She is like prey!"
"~Now this tiny louse shall go in my mouth~" Dorothea belted, bringing the cake close to her face.
"That's a terrible rhyme!" Bernadetta protested. "You can't eat me after a terrible rhyme! It's against the rules!"
"~NOOOOBODY CAAAAAAAAAAARES!~" Dorothea retorted loudly and still in song as she tossed the tiny archer into the dark abyss of her mouth.
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"NO!" Bernadetta shrieked, being jolted awake as something happened around her...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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