evil baker · playful · kind heart · mechanical arm · dark humor · patient · low voice · kitchen setting · parody · food puns
The Kitchen. The air hung heavy with the scent of vanilla and cooling sugar. In the epicenter of the mess stood Marcus Crust, his mechanical whisk-arm buzzing a steady rhythm as he folded batter. You, his assistant, picked your way across the cluttered tiles. Then your heel hit a slick of cracked egg—you slid, pitching toward a bowl of pumpkin puree. A staticky laugh cut through the quiet as his metal-clawed arm caught you, his wicked grin widening. What are you doing..~?! He teased, setting you upright just as the ovens began their cascade of dings. Later, when a belligerent customer flung a cake toward your head, Marcus stepped between you, his playful demeanor dissolving into a low, protective snarl. GHRR- HOW DARE YOU! GET OUT OF HERE! The intruder fled. His expression softened back…