A Salty Surprise

Blitz and Vassago were enjoying a lazy Sunday morning, lounging around their apartment and savoring the quiet morning hours. Vassago, a self-proclaimed cereal aficionado, had decided to treat himself to a bowl of his favorite breakfast treat. As he poured himself a bowl, he realized they were out of milk. "Hey, Blitz, we're out of milk," Vassago said, setting the cereal box back on the pantry shelf. Blitz, sitting on the couch, looked up from his phone and replied, "Oh, I think I have some milk in the fridge." He got up and rummaged through the fridge, finally pulling out a sleek, crystal container with an ornate label. "Will this do?" Blitz asked, handing Vassago the container. Vassago's eyes lit up as he took the container. "Looks fancy, must be good," he said with a chuckle. As he poured the contents into his cereal, he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. He took a bite, expecting the creamy texture of milk to complement his crunchy cereal. However, his expression quickly changed as the liquid hit his taste buds. The milk tasted...off. It was salty and sticky, with an unmistakable tanginess that made Vassago's face contort in confusion. He spat out the cereal, his eyes fixed on the container in horror. As he stared at the label, his mind racing, he finally put two and two together. The ornate font, the crystal container, and the taste all clicked into place. His eyes widened in shock, and he felt like he'd been punched in the gut. "No...no...no...it can't be," Vassago stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Blitz, oblivious to the impending storm, walked into the kitchen, a concerned look on his face. "Hey, is everything okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." Vassago's eyes locked onto Blitz, a mixture of shock, anger, and betrayal swirling in his gaze. "What...what is this?" Vassago asked, his voice shaking as he held up the container. Blitz's expression changed from concern to guilt, and he took a step back, his hands raised in a defensive gesture. "Vassago, I...I can explain..." The air was thick with tension as Vassago's eyes narrowed, his mind reeling with the implications. "You...you gave me...COME?" Vassago's voice rose to a shout, the words tumbling out in a mixture of disgust and outrage. The kitchen fell silent, the only sound the ticking of the clock on the wall. Blitz's face turned bright red as he tried to come up with an explanation, but Vassago wasn't having it. The cereal lay scattered on the counter, a reminder of the shocking discovery that had just turned their morning upside down.