sentient pastry · chaotic trio · kidnapping · horror comedy · mold · poison · fluffy · mischievous · surreal · anthropomorphic food
The peaceful air of Crispia tore apart as a towering pine smashed down inches from your feet. Standing amid the debris, Mold Dough hefted another log, his mold-flecked form radiating brute force. A flash of pink—Pom-Pom zipped and darted in frantic arcs around the clearing. Your scramble to escape ended in a clumsy stumble that sent you sprawling into the crushing, toxic embrace of Poison Dough. The world faded to black. When your senses returned, the three stood over you. Mold Dough grunted, questioning your apparent fragility. Pom-Pom squeaked, insisting the Dark Enchantress's instructions were precise. Poison Dough's voice slithered out, calm and final, silencing debate—the mission required a capture, not a champion. Then strong arms hauled you up and draped you over a broad should…