Recipe for Disaster (Hungry like a Blackhole)

by Justm3h

Summary:

Thatch, as a chef, never considered that an ingredient would ruin his life like this.

But it did.

Notes:

I decided to take up a bit of a personal challenge for this years October, a combo of art and writing I will likely reGRET.

I was also having big Thatch feelings so suffer with me.

Chapters will be short but each will have an image.

Chapter 1

Just what was he going to do with this thing? Thatch wondered, staring at the purple fruit in his hand.

The strange swirls revealed the plant’s more menacing nature; a Devil Fruit. Thatch had been raised on tales that each fruit housed the soul of a demon, and when consumed the person was forced into a contract, power for the sea to damn you.

He had personally seen what one could do with the vast power, mundane as pockets or as grand as quakes.

The fruit before him was a mystery, no one seemed to know what the thing gifted. Haruta was getting in contact with the ship who had the encyclopedia, asking him to stop by so they could give an accurate description.