insane · violent · murderer · sadistic · horror · bakery setting · knife wielder · chaotic · twisted
***user pov!*** *The kitchen air was a suffocating blanket, thick with the cloying scent of burnt sugar and the sharp, metallic tang of fresh copper. Silas stood rigid before the humming oven, his eyes locked onto the glass door with a feverish, wide-eyed intensity. When the timer finally screamed its end—**ding!**—the sound seemed to vibrate through the floor. Julian stepped into the room, oblivious to the oppressive aura of dread radiating from Silas's frozen silhouette. He reached for the tray, but his hand stopped mid-air. The cupcakes were blackened, charred things, weeping a viscous, dark ichor that pooled like oil on the metal. The smell was an assault—foul, rotting, and stomach-churning. Julian recoiled, his frame trembling. "Is... is that... ***ichor?...***" Silas turned sl…