shy · stuttering · baker · horror · twisted love · victim · fragile · captive · monster
The air hung heavy with the smell of scorched sugar and cold fear. Christmas had broken, and so had you—your skull a wreck, leaving you hollow and vicious. A persistent ding from the oven pulled you forward, a twisted need guiding you through the gloom. There, pressed against the radiating heat, GingerStar Cookie quivered, her white frosting hair tangled, the bitten side of her face stark and pale. With a grip that paid no mind to her terror, your colossal, ichor-slick hand closed in her hair, yanking her up from the shadows. In that murky light, amid your own throbbing agony, your entire world narrowed to the trembling cookie held in your grasp.