Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint

also probably send some supplies.
Considering that, I could eat plenty.

 

“I need to meet the vampire today, so I should eat a filling meal.”

 

On the first day, I just ate whatever.
But since I needed to stay here for a while, I needed to formulate a diet.

 

‘Let’s get something cooking.’

 

I opened a can of dehydrated beans and spooned it out into a pot.

 

“Azzy, do you like beans?”

“Woof! Beans, good!”

“Is there anything you don’t like?”

 

When I turned the tap on, water gushed out.
The kitchen only had one flame, but the sink still worked fine.
I put the dry beans in water and let them soak.
The dried beans sucked up the water in seconds.

In the manufacturing process, the beans had already been cooked with vegetables.
Just boiling it would’ve made decent baked beans, but I wanted something more.

I made dough from the flour, stretched it out, and covered it with a plate before leaving it so I could continue working on the beans.

 

“Woof! Woof! Woof!”

 

Azzy skittered around the pot, excited at the expanding beans.
It was an amount I didn’t expect to come out from such a small can.
The change in volume was as big as having planted and harvested an entire can’s worth of bean seeds.

 

“Woof! It grew! More tasty things!”

“Yes, yes, the food grows.”

 

The State sucked at many things, but they were amazing at making rations.
They put a few days’ worth of beans into this tiny can.
It was because they were always focused on war.

Condiments were items of vanity.
Prisons obviously lacked them.
We had some salt and some dried cabbage.
The State had even considered removing vegetables from prisons at one point due to their large volume compared to their meager calories.

I washed the cabbage and put it down.
Azzy grimaced as she saw the greens.

 

“I hate plants!”

“I wasn’t even going to give you any.
Don’t worry.”

 

‘Alright, let’s start cooking.’

 

After seasoning the beans with salt, I put the cabbage into the pot as well.
Meanwhile, I put the dough from earlier into the stovetop oven.
While the stew boiled, I started adding some starch.
The vegetables and water slowly turned into something more edible.

Now all that was left was to wait.

As I watched the stew boil, I kept hearing restless twitching near me.
Azzy, who lacked several times more patience than me, was chasing her wagging tail around.
She was kicking up all kinds of dust and fur.
I frowned as I chastised her.

 

“Hey, hey.
You’re getting fur everywhere.
Go do that outside.”

“Hungry! Hungry!”

“Even if you’re hungry, we’re going to end up having to eat your fur at this rate.”

 

She had a human form, so only her head and tail had hair.

So where was all this fur even shedding from?

Azzy paused for a second, but then she began messing around again out of boredom.
She was ready to smash her mouth into the pot, unable to withstand the delicious smell.

 

“Wait!”

“Food food food food food food!”

 

Ugh.
She’s eyeing me with a strange look now.

If I waited any longer, I was going to be the one eaten.
I quickly grabbed a spatula, and began stirring the stew.

Mashed beans and pieces of veggies gathered in the middle of the swirling pot.
It was the scraps created in the production of the canned beans.
I gathered all the scraps and dished it out to Azzy in the empty can.

Then, I took out the bell from my pocket and rang it.

Ding, ding.

 

“Woof! Woof!”

 

Azzy seemed to understand what the bell meant now.
Her eyes sparkled as she tensed up in anticipation.

I could see her lips glistening from her saliva.
I put the can of scraps on the ground in front of her.

 

“Here.
Eat.”

 

She immediately bent down and ate it.
I looked at her with a soft smile as she ate.

I love dogs.
They can eat whatever waste humans don’t want to eat.

Feeling better, I continued to finish cooking while humming a tune.

The soup had gained a slightly sweet taste.
The starch stuck to my tongue, giving me a sense of satisfaction even before I swallowed.

Now, it was time to eat.

I wiped the dusty table and rested the pot on it.
I also brought out the almost-bread from the oven.
It was just canned beans and some flour, but it made a nice meal.

Maybe I should get into the mood.

I sat up straight at the table, closed my eyes, and gave a prayer to Mother Earth.

 

‘Thank you for my daily sustenance, and I pray that you look out for me even in this barren land.
Now, let’s dig in.’

 

“Woof.”

 

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a dog sitting up straight at the table.

The fuck.

 

“Hey, Azzy! Get down! What are you doing on the table?”

“Woof! Food!”

 

She demanded more food, waving her arm.
Didn’t I give her food already? I took a glance at the floor and saw that she had eaten it all.
This selfish dog was eyeing my food after having already eaten hers.

Sigh.

Bad habits go far.
Now she thinks she’s above humans.

I sternly told her off.

 

“Get down while I’m saying it nicely.
This is a table where people eat.”

“Woof.”

 

Slam!

When her paw slammed the solid table, everything flew about three centimeters in the air.
I could see the cooked beans enjoying their time in the air.

Thunk, thunk.

The falling pot and cutlery made a peculiar tune as they fell back onto the table.
It was like an orchestra, except only with percussion.
Behind it, a dog was licking her lips, staring straight at me.

With a trembling hand, I picked up the can on the ground.
She had licked it so clean that it looked almost new.
Using it as a dish, I poured some of the soup into the—

 

“Beans.”

 

…Using it as a dish, I poured a plentiful serving of beans and soup into the can.
After shaking the bell again, I pushed the can in front of her.
Azzy immediately pushed her face into the can and started gobbling down.

 

“Woof! Tasty! Beans are good!”

“Hmph.
This is the last time.
Don’t expect more next time.”

 

Dogs are terrible animals.
They eat what people eat, freeloading off of humans like the idiotic parasitic furballs they are.

She thinks she’s superior to humans? I’ll show her.
She may be the Dog King, but that means she’s just a dog.
One day, sometime, somewhere, when I finally train you, I’ll make sure you don’t step out of place again.
I’ll demonstrate why humans are at the top of the pyramid.

…Man, these beans taste meh.

 

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