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When the Interviewer finally left Camilla smiles a bit then looks at the clock only to pale "Eep!" she squeaks "I-I only have 13 minutes left!?" She had been enjoying her interview break so much she had lost track of time!

Suddenly becoming slightly flustered again Camilla takes a breath to calm down before grabbing a Tearjerker and putting it on her board however her tail was betraying her agitation as it swaying back and forth rapidly the Dormouse ghoul readied her knife and simply froze for a moment as she looked in the sad eye's of the Tearjerker... she swallowed hard and mouthed a apology before shutting her eyes and cutting down...

The first one was definitely the hardest... however once it stopped moving it was just like cutting a regular onion and Camilla finished it off quickly before moving onto the next one she repeated the process gradually relaxing soon she could open her eyes as she cut down and eventually no longer needed to swallow hard but she still apologized before the first cut each time and despite her having to get over the fact that she was killing minis she was actually making very good time!

The judges didn't give any comment to his cake, but a divine groan, or better say, the groan of the fear in the Halloween world. Anyway, the bloody good dessert earned him an apron, he thanked the judges and wore it on proudly, walked out at ease out the giant door. Even the boil was mostly composed, the smile on his face couldn't be masked, he was delighted and honoured to have his food tasted by the renowned cooks in the field.

His heart was beating a little bit faster than usual as he lounged on the comfortable leather sofa, waiting excitedly for the passed contestants.

To his surprise, the staff requested him to put on a blindfold and leaded him into a room of darkness. Being a serpent dragon, night vision wasn't a problem he needed to be worried. It was more like if the Big Head would freak out and mess around. "Stand here and wait for instruction", they told him. The close breath of creeple around him made him realized that someone was close to him. The loud noise from behind only caused a deeper curve on his face, as he rolled his eyes towards the back under the blindfold - a big truck-like vehicle, he guessed.

Then, chef Gorgon Ramsey's voice came into AJ's ears. Like the rest, the boil took away the black cloth as well as his proof of glory. The whistle escaped his mouth suggested that he was amused by the load of vegetables in front of his eyes. "Ugh", the Head commented. It didn't like veggies at all, but it wasn't picky on foods. Thus, it explained the drools dripping from its mouth with pointy buck teeth.

Work ethic huh? The words from the respectful chef was rewarded an arch-up of his eyebrow in a good way. Again, what does part-time jobs give you besides money? Experiences! Thanks to the big appetite of his bae, he had tried many countless part-time already. As a result, he didn't think it would be a hard task -

- If he didn't forget about the Big Head........

Getting along with the veggies was a piece of cake, if not someone will fight against those under your hands. Within the given time limitation, the boil caught and pulled his target with jerk and pluck, cleaved the tentacles with one neat chop and screeches, not him of course, picked the teeth out and skinned it from the top n**. The process went smoothly at first, his work was efficient and the cleaned whitish round tearjerkers piled up at a steady speedy. AJ even hummed a light melody as he worked, as if he was one of the skillful workers in the kitchen, the bambino, human words he learned from the DETH library.

The knowledge he got from DETH was interesting and amusing, especially the cookbooks. He didn't look down on humans, when he knew they were all originated from them. He enjoyed changing the human ingredients and replaced with fear ingredients, like the chocolates. "Yum!" The voice abruptly interrupted, apparently someone had a good appetite. "Bro! Oh Jack! Didn't I give you snacks before already?" The shocked voice asked, staring at the few left on the bucket.

AJ patted on forehead and brushed his hairs backward, flexing his neck while resting the one with knife on his waist. "Ok, let's make a promise. DO NOT, I say, DO NOT touch those in bucket or else have your snack time forbidden for the whole month! Am I clear? Repeat after me." The sulky face rarely seen scolded.

Time half passed, and he almost had to start over. He took a deep breath to brace himself up and the sharp eyes widely opened moved faster. Grab and chop, pick out non edible part and slid his knife along the contour, one done and he pulled another and pressed it on the table. When the round fleshy veggie hill swayed, he knew it was close.

With long nails, the hands wrapped the tentacles like knit threads, pulling another minipet to its guillotone. "Easy~ Easy~ You will be a great dish, don't worry", he consoled like singing a lullaby to a scareling gently and tenderly.

Seventeen minutes had passed and he was finally done.

Once his little solo was over, Beats turned to find a camera pointed at him and a loaded microphone in his face.

What do you think about chefs Gorgon Ramsay and chef Dr. Hyde?

The ghost boil blinked with a dreamy "Hmmmm?" tilted his head, "My thoughts? Aaaah, they look like they can move. Really move. I think it's all in the wrist and hips," he beamed innocently.

Why did you try out for Hades Kitchen?

The question had Beats giggling, "Well, I was here. It was there. And everyone was going for it~" at the word everyone, Beats did a neat aerial pirouette with arms outstretched. The interviewer was fast enough to step back and avoid getting sliced by the knives the shoe haunt held.

What do you think about the other contestants here?

He giggled again, "Fun and exciting and probably smart too," he paused, "They sure got fancy moves on them~"

Beats was about to set his knives down when Judge Hyde grabbed a bowl full of sliced veggies and disposed of them. He stared at Beats with what might be smugness as the ghost had to re-cut a whole bowl full of onions.

The shoe Haunt blinked then gave Judge Hyde a chipper smile, "Oh, were they bad? I didn't realize~ Thank you for catching my mistake! Would've been totes bad if I served those." And without missing a beat, the boil started to cut anew.

Mid-slice, Beats heard rather than saw Judge Hyde lean next to him. "What do you think of the contestant next to you?" The judge opened his notepad to take notes.

"Hmmmm?" Beats murmured airily, then glanced to the boil beside him. "Oh, he looks like he has a good head on his shoulders." A beat. "And on his butt. What do you think of him and not necessarily his butt?" And with that, he finished reslicing a whole bowl of onions.

The look Soren gave the pile of Veggies was tinged with more annoyance than anything. Really, why couldn't they just give them something complicated to weed out the weak. Only 100? Then again, this was a contest for Halloween residents. Something like this, capturing and butchering really, was right up his alley. Flavors? Eh, that was always debatable.

He gathered them up by the handful, whacking the ones that put up much of a fight against the table to uh, tenderize them, and then just kept going. Since time was of the essence he just went into it with his bare hands, holding them firmly in one hand while he ripped off their little legs with the other. Quick, efficient, and dirty. He was good like that.

Carlos's head tilted with the sudden invasion in his space. they were asking him questions? Oh how exciting, proper answers he must give. Carlos may not have realized he was on TV. but he answered the one about the judges the best he could.

"Hard to please
Towering tall
always with ball
Cooks with ease"




Carlos responded to the question less with an answer and more with a poem or riddle.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He almost sang the words holding up his paws looking rather pleased with himself.



"To fear not and cut quickly and confidently." Carlos grabbed his last one and slammed it down before using his claws to quickly cut out the excess. It wasn't pretty or delicate but it got the job done.

The idea of stopping a competition to give an interview was ludicrous, but Soren knew he had to do it. In a tiny way it was because those were the rules. But mostly he just knew that he wasn't representing himself anymore, but that his actions reflected on his priestess. For Nergui's sake he could try to answer their questions, no matter how ridiculous they might be.

2) Tell me a little about yourself, your backstory, who you are.

Well, if they wanted to know who he was, they could have just looked at his entry form. Pointedly ignoring the judge's critique from the first round Soren manged to somehow work his shirt off, using it to wipe off his face to look presentable to the cameras. Chest successfully bared he finally bothered to answer. "Soren. Horsemen of Death. Guardian to the priestess Nergui." There, that was a little bit about himself. It almost seemed like the interviewer was waiting for more though, so Soren pointed flexed his muscles as he sliced a thin slice from an onion. "I like apples," he offered.

Even the interviewer seemed to give up on getting more out of him and moved on to the next question.

3) What do you think about the other contestants here?

Soren turned to reach for a towel to wipe his hands off, giving the camera access to the lovely muscles rippling along his back as his pelt was strategically secured around his waist. "Haven't really looked at them. Just focused on getting to the next round."

1) Why did you try out for Hades Kitchen?

And there, a quick flash of interest in his eyes, a word actually blurting out of his mouth, the word dripping with pleasure and longing. "Apples."

Wait, he wasn't supposed to give that away just yet. He cleared his throat, then tried to move past that. "A chance to practice cooking with exotic ingredients." There, that sounded much more sophisticated. And a lot less like he was just in this for the chance to sink his teeth into some quality apples that were so rare not even he could get his hands on a bushel.

Chase raised an eyebrow, half expecting another question. But then the interview crew was gone.

"Good." He turned back to his bowl of veggies. He needed to cut every single one of those things. Not just cut, slice. "Too much time wasted." He heaved a slow sigh, and reached into the bowl.

The first veggie took a few moments. The right way to hold it, the best way to cut it... It was okay that he was using his claws, right? That was allowed? He didn't do so well with knives. Claws were so much faster.