[Gift] Drawlloween [Short story 3] - Deadly Chocolates

We walk back one of the previous hallways and after somehow getting Charles down the stairs, we enter the biggest room we've seen till now. It's quite magnificent despite all the dust. The floor needs a sweeping, but underneath seem to be beautiful white marble tiles. Our hooves make clacking sounds on them and I pray no one hears us.

Right in that moment Charles, way too loud, announces that he found something! I hope for it to be something useful, but in all honesty- how high was the chance for that?

As I walk through the door he found, another intense scent hits my nose. My eyes try to find him in this room that looks like a kitchen, and as soon as my eyes spot him, he turns his head towards me. His entire mouth is full of something- so full that he's drooling a little when trying to speak. "It'sh tashty!" he mumbles and I don't know if the disgust or disbelief is stronger in me. "What are you doing?!? You can't eat something random you find in a damn old house!! What if it's poisoned?!?" "It sheems fine...itsh chocolate i shink!" "Yeah sure...tell that to the dead rat right next to you -.- " "...ouh".

A huge lump of slobbery chocolate falls out of his mouth and the last thing I needed to see today. Or ever, actually. "...yea you're right, it tasted a bit weird actually."

I sigh deeply and want to go back into the big saloon, but before I cross the doorframe I can already hear the scary steps again. "ITS HERE" I silently shout at Charles and back up. I turn and look for an escape- nothing to the left, nothing to the right....but..."THERE!" another door! With lightning speed I open it and push myself through the doorway. With the fear of an abandoned bunny, Charles squeezes himself right behind me faster than we notice it-

"...its a pantry" "...yup...its- its...a pantry." The door closes behind us and I can smell his weird chocolate breath from behind. "Ew get away from me!" "I can't!".

Even with a lot of effort, we couldn't manage to open the door nor maneuver ourselves around somehow. "Great.....really....great. What now?" "At least it won't find us."

If I could, I'd kick him in a knee, but I physically can't right now. Good for him.