Ten months ter

  “Do we o to suffer,” this is the only thought that goes through my head as I get up from the floor. I ’t keep doing this. It’s been almost two thousand binations I am about to go insane!

  But the worst part is that these fruits are super nutritious. It’s making me healthier. My sense of taste is sharper than it ever was, so I feel that disgusting aftertaste even more. The only way soce I have, is the shower I take at times to relieve stress, but the water has no temperature, so it’s just pressure.

  Though I have been making some progress on one front, the kid has been staring at me from a closer and closer dista’s at the point where the kid stay in the same room as me, as long as I pretend not to see it.

  Still, if I try to start a versation, it no longer screams but runs away fast, which has stopped any progress beyond this point. It’s almost been a year, and this is all I have to show for it.

  Still, with how much healthier I have beeing, I should be able to climb Fimbulwinter for a lot longer, but before that, I would like to figure out what’s going on here, and thank the person who saved me.

  But all I do is keep trying. I should finish my daily routine, and theo bed.

  -Break-

  “Dammit, why is this happening to me,” it’s the middle of the night, and my stomach is grumbling. It seems the food did not sit well today. “I just have to get kicked when I’m down,” I say as I head toward the bathroom as quickly as I .

  When I arrive, I open the door as soon as possible, and I see the child sitting ioilets, and two thoughts run through my head. First, he’s potty trained.

  Holy, I have been w where it’s been reliving itself this eime, so someone had to teach it. Also, it’s a boy I have been w about, but I didn’t feel like striping a kid.

  While these thoughts were true in my mind, the boy was g though his hair didn’t turn yellow, so I guess he was not afraid of me. This is an improvement; I think these months have worked on our retionship.

  But still, the kid was g. Thearted saying with tears in his eyes.

  “Wolfie, hewp me!”

  Wait, wolfie, “Did you see a wolf? ” I say as I close in on the boy with excitement, but thearts g louder with his hair turning yellow.

  Crap, I shouldn’t do this. It might make his opinion of me go down, so I say, “Sorry about that I’ll leave,” but then the food starts ing up. I ’t hold it in, so it all es out onto the floor.

  -Break-

  “Well, st night was a disaster,” I say while preparing today’s fruit.

  But a new issue has arisen the boy is further away from me than he was before, so now I have to wow him with my food. So energised by my discoveries, I set out to cook.

  1st Dish taste: piss-covered faeces.

  2nd Dish taste: slime ied by maggots.

  “At this rate, I’m about to die from the shock of the taste,” but now, almost dying is onpe.

  3rd dish taste: like a lump of rotti leaking snot.

  4th dish taste: it is det.

  It’s det, it’s det, its taste just fihe aftertaste is go’s not good, but it’s OK! Average, normal “WOOOOOOOOOO” I shout at the top of my lungs.

  While I was doing that, the boy also seemed to be jumping with excitement as well “finally normal food!” tears fall from my eyes out of joy as I devour the remains of the food.

  “This is what it means to be alive,” I say as I run up and try to hug the kid, but he runs to a safe distance away and looks at me with distent.

  Crap, it seems I overstepped my bounds, but the step is to woo the kid over with this. But that wait, time for pleasure. “Time to go to the library!”

  -Break-

  Now it’s time to start to move on to the phase of operation- “wait, what the hell did I even call it”. Let’s go with temptation by food then. I had to get up early to start this before the kid woke up.

  So I go to the kit aly do what I did yesterday and taste it to make sure, “yep, it’s average!” there is a part of me that wants to try and improve oaste, but I will leave that be for now. So now time to y my trap.

  I will leave a bowl of fruit in front of his door, and when he es out as the fruit, stage two will be plete. So when the kid eventually woke up a his room, the fruit pte was right in front of him.

  If there is ohing I have learned from raising children, kids usually don’t think about what they put in their mouths. The boy looks at the food and tries to reach for it but stops and goes downstairs.

  “What the hell? Why is he so cautious? He should’ve stuffed the fruit in his mouth”. Well, to be ho, leaving it is the logical thing to do, but a six-year-old shouldn’t be thinking like that, or does this mean my kids have just lowered my expectations? heless, I o figure out a way to get him ied.

  The easiest way to temp people is by showing him how delicious it is. So I set myself up i like I’m doing my regur cooking routine, and just as always, the boy es to watch, then I start.

  “Oh, how delicious, I just ’t help myself,” I say as I devour the fruit with a boisterous delight. In the er of my eye, I see him drooling with his hair turning cream. I guess cream means hunger, still seeing that I take a piece of the fruit and bring it to the child, saying, “here, have some.”

  Look at me giving away my food, look at this generosity. Aren’t I so pletely, trustworthy. But still, the kid runs away. Attempt two has failed. All the failure at cooking has made me impatient; I am ending this with the attempt, do or die.”

  “Even doubt it’s te in the night, it doesn’t seem any colder than usual,” I say as I pluck the fruits out. My 3rd attempt will be to take and hide all the fruits, because without these, the kid will have no other option but to eat my food.

  It’s a disho strategy, but I don’t feel like being stagnant anymore. I will take the seeds out of them and pnt new ones, but those will at least take two weeks to grow, though this pn has one signifit issue if I ’t get him to eat my food soon, all this fruit will expire in 5 days si been plucked, and I ’t refrigerate it sihe kid will find it he’s been watg me use it for the past eleven months. So, it’s do or die.

  Now it’s m. He has just woken as he is exiting his room, so let me get on; as usual, I go to do my daily reading, though I guess I don’t have to limit myself anymore since I have nothing else to do, and as always the kid is watg me from a distance like before. This goes on for a while until I hear a rge grumble sound. The kid gets up from where he was, and ran to what I assume is the back garden.

  Usually, the boy would pass out from the aftertaste, and I would go to get him aurn him to his bed, but he ran ba as expected, and then he went to the kit to check the fridge.

  I Suspect, “it’s time to go,” I say as I get the pte of fruit, I hid which I had already prepared this m ao the kit. I see the kid down on his knee’s holding his stomach while g. Shit now I feel bad.

  But regardless of my feelings, I o tinue forward. So, like a benevolent angel, I bring the pte to the boy and offer it to him. He looks like he is about to poune to get the pte, but then he hesitates.

  After seeing this, I set the pte down, took a little piece of the fruit and offered it to the kid with a passionate smile. Then, after I heard ane grumble, the boy seemed to have given in to his hunger and then took oe out of my hand; then, his face lit up with his hair turning bright pink, and he began dev it.

  When he fihe little piece I gave him, he started staring at the rest of the bowl and then jumped for it quickly. I took the bowl and moved it over my head. He then tries to climb my body. This is the closest he’s ever gotten to me.

  It seems the food has made him fet his unfortableness. The food I made was just average; has he been this deprived of good food? But I like this result. With this, I proceed to the stage of the pn.

  “Hey kid, listen if you want more,” I say to him, but he keeps trying to reach for the food, so I repeat it, but he tihen I say, “LISTEN, OR I WILL EAT IT”, theops but his hair turns red, aares fiercely at me. As a test I lower the pte, but he hair ges to lime.

  He then tries to jump for the pte, but he’s too slow; I was able to move it away in time, “too slow, brat!”

  His hair turns back to white, aarts g loudly. “I am feelireme nostalgia for when I raised kids,” I say wistfully.

  Then I bring the food towards him, hand him a piece of fruit which causes him to st, since he is busy dev it.

  While this was happening, I told him, “I will give you as much food as you want every day; so e to me when you’re hungry”. Then after he finishes, I got up and used the bowl to lure him to the library so I could read.

  Then I give him another pied repeat this process until he finishes all the fruit. After he finishes eating, he goes back to his usual distand tio watch me like always. I have id the seeds, so I guess now I am back to waiting.

  Oer

  The process is the same as always, but he has gotten a little closer than usual when reading, and his hair no lourns yellow when I approach him, so I guess no more fear. I think food did wonders for us.

  Oer

  When he finishes eating beside me, he doesn’t leave to gain some distance. He stays there looking at me, reading, but if I stare at him, he tries to hide his face, so versation is still out of the question, but this is progress.

  Oer

  For the st few days, his hair has been brown. I’ve been w what emotion could st for that many days, but I decided to leave it be since he won’t talk. I ’t do anything about it, so I tinue our schedule like always.

  I wake up, get dressed, prepare the food before the kid wakes up to read, ahe child the fruit one by one like always, just another day.

  While reading, I suddenly got the urge to shit a up to go, but while walking to the door, I felt two hands on my leg. The boy grabbed me saying “Whuhtz yohr naim”. He was asking for my name.

  I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I was about to cry; the boy had a panicked look as if I had surprised him. Damn it, I thought to myself I should respond instead of calling, but after all those garbage dishes, all that cooking, all the almost dying, and a year I was so happy to get this far, it seems me and my darling will be having fun until we are both buried by snow, but I should respond to the boy before he gets to spooked. So, I repeat the words he kept rejeg “Hello, I’m Captivant, What’s your name.”