Buthter x Tenmo: Chapter 1 - The Feud

It was a Tuesday. The cool air greeted the hustle and bustle of the Coffee Shop, as a group of penguins walked inside. Tenmo looked towards his newfound customers with relief, work had been slow that day. He waddled over.

"What can I get you?" Tenmo said tentatively

"I'll have an iced latte" the penguin said, winking in a seductive manner

Tenmo took out his coffee jug, and poured a mug for the stranger. He was often harassed by other penguins – probably, he thought, was because he served the best coffee. He glanced at the clock. Drat, it was almost closing time. After serving the last few customers, he asked obs1d1an a quick question.

"Oi, what are you doing after we close"

"I'm heading to the Pizza Parlour, they're open late" he replied.

Tenmo whitened. "You mean… you're going someplace else after we close?"

"Yeah, wanna tag along too?" Tootyta12 asked

"I guess so, sure"

Tenmo turned the key to the Coffee Shop, he shuddered as he felt the evening air surround him. He was heading into the unknown, what was he thinking? He straightened his Top Hat and Bowtie, time to see what the fuss was about. Ring. The jingle of a bell sounded as the door was pushed open. The room swirled with the aroma of cooked dough, sauce, and seaweed. Tenmo's nose shrivelled at the revelation.

"What in expired coffee! What is this place?"

KEEMSTAR gave Tenmo a bad look.

"henlo stinky, I'll have you know that this place is my home – so you better stop disrespecting it"

Tenmo went quiet.

"…" "SCUSE ME! I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW TH-"

He was interrupted by the sound of a piano. A red penguin, gracing a friendship bracelet was playing the tune. He was distracted for a moment, but still disgruntled at the prospect of his potential customers – who were dining at the Pizza Parlour.

"Try some pizza, it's delicious" a penguin said, handing him a slice.

Tenmo grimaced at the sight of this cheese monster. His teeth etched forward and took a small chunk out of the pizza slice. Blackness. He woke up, surrounded by a growing crowd of penguins. He'd passed out. His attention was drawn to the piano player from earlier, and he felt warm inside, as if he had some meaning; or the contents of a coffee cup. Fading back into unconsciousness, he realised what he needed to do. He needed his customers back, and he needed that piano player.