The battlefield was still coated in remnants of marinara sauce and melted cheese, but before anyone could even catch their breath, the Pudding Leviathan loomed over them, its massive, gelatinous body jiggling ominously.
Kazuya stood up, hands on his hips. "Alright, I refuse to be afraid of a giant dessert. That's where I draw the line."
The Holy Cow of Lactania shook its head solemnly. "Foolish mortal. This is no ordinary pudding. It is the Wobbler of Worlds, the Bouncer of Destiny, the Ultimate Dessert Doom!"
The leviathan let out a deep, wobbly GLORRRRPPPPP, sending out a shockwave that sent Kazuya and the others tumbling backward.
Sylvara wiped pudding from her face. "Okay. I stand corrected. That is disgusting."
The Battle Begins: A Slippery Situation
The leviathan's body wobbled with catastrophic force, sending out waves of sentient pudding blobs that bounced across the battlefield.
One of the blobs latched onto Ravynne's arm. She tried to shake it off, but it stuck like glue. "Ew ew ew ew EWWW!"
Kazuya sliced one in half, but instead of dying, it split into two smaller blobs. "Oh great, it's one of THOSE monsters."
Quackleton, the brave duck warrior, tried to charge forward—only to get sucked into the pudding and bounce back out like a rubber ball. He landed, dazed, on Sylvara's head.
"QUACK!!"
Sylvara sighed. "Yeah, we're screwed."
Kazuya's Dumb Plan™
Kazuya groaned. "Alright. We can't hit it with weapons, magic bounces off, and stepping on it just gets us launched like volleyballs."
Ravynne, still struggling with the pudding stuck to her, narrowed her eyes. "Then what's the plan, O Mighty Genius?"
Kazuya rubbed his chin. "If this thing is made of pudding… then we just have to overload it with something that ruins pudding."
Sylvara blinked. "…Like?"
Kazuya grinned. "The ultimate anti-pudding weapon."
The group stared at him expectantly.
Kazuya reached into his bag and pulled out—
A SINGLE BOX OF RAISINS.
Everyone stared.
Sylvara: "No."
Ravynne: "Absolutely not."
The Holy Cow: "You wouldn't dare."
Kazuya grinned wickedly. "Pudding's greatest weakness… is UNWANTED RAISINS."
The Ultimate Sacrifice
Kazuya held up the box of raisins dramatically. "Oh mighty Pudding Leviathan, BEHOLD YOUR DOOM!"
The leviathan let out a deep, confused glorp? as Kazuya threw the entire box into its gelatinous core.
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then—
PURE, UNBRIDLED CHAOS.
The pudding started convulsing, its surface rippling violently. It let out an agonized wobble, as if it had just realized its once-pure, creamy existence had been forever tainted by… TEXTURE.
It screamed.
The pudding began to melt, collapsing into itself. Its wobbles became erratic, unstable—until finally, with one last glorrrrrp, it imploded into a sad, lumpy pile of raisin-infested mush.
The battlefield fell silent.
Aftermath: Raisin Regrets
Kazuya wiped his hands. "And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is how you ruin dessert forever."
The Holy Cow stared in horror. "You… are truly a monster."
Ravynne gagged. "I think we all lost something today."
Sylvara sighed, shaking her head. "Mostly our appetites."
Quackleton looked down at the remains of the leviathan, then back at Kazuya.
"...Quack."
Kazuya shrugged. "Yeah, I know, man. I hate raisins too."
But Wait… There's More?
As the team celebrated their questionable victory, the ground began to shake again.
Kazuya groaned. "Oh, come on! What NOW?"
From the remains of the pudding, something began to rise—something dark, ominous, and strangely… moist.
Ravynne took a step back. "Uh… guys? I think the pudding was just the appetizer."
A deep voice echoed across the battlefield.
"WHO DARES DEFILE THE HOLY PUDDING WITH… RAISINS?"
From the ground rose a gigantic, terrifying slice of fruitcake, its body filled with unnaturally dense chunks of candied fruit.
Sylvara paled. "No. Not that."
The Holy Cow trembled. "The Eternal Fruitcake of Immortality."
Kazuya stared at it in horror. "...Oh, we are SO SCREWED."
TO BE CONTINUED…