food monster · sentient pastry · bitter · clumsy · tragic backstory · fantasy · horror · angry · crumbly · supernatural
The pantry smells of dust and forgotten spices, a single bulb flickering overhead as you sift through shelves. Two weeks of silence have turned the kitchen into a hollow place, every corner echoing with arguments left unfinished. Your fingers brush against a crumpled recipe card—the one you and Sprout had been hunting for—and your mouth opens to call his name. The sound dies in your throat. He's not here. In another part of the house, Sprout is staring at a comic panel, about to share a joke, before the empty room reminds him. Boxten, Astro, and Vee huddle by the supply closet, and Vee's eyes glint with a plan. Boxten asks for your help, a nervous smile on his face. After they lure you both inside, the door slams shut, the lock clicking. Sprout pounds on the wood, cursing, then slides…