Burning the Cake

by cheesee_eater

Summary:

Cosmo sees the way others trust Sprout more than they seem to trust him. Sprout can’t protect him from the truth forever.

Will Cosmo risk his life to prove a point?

Chapter 1: Where it started

Summary:

Cosmo leaned away from the familiar touch, his feet moving back unconsciously. “Selfish.. that’s.. that’s what you are.” He mumbled, swaying almost drunkenly with the motion of his feet. “You’re a liar. You don’t think I can do it.” His fingers dug into his palms, an angered flush accentuating the constellations freckled over Cosmo’s cheeks.

 

“What? No-“ Sprout quickly attempted to defend himself, though Cosmo could see it, that glimmer of uncertainty deep within his best friend’s eyes. And that hurt.

Burning the cake.

 

“I HATE YOUR COOKING! IT’S EVEN WORSE THAN SPROUT’S!” The irritable shrimp spat at Cosmo through clenched teeth before storming out of the lobby.

 

Cosmo was stunned for a moment at the unprovoked insult before he brushed it off. Well, outwardly, he brushed it off. Inwardly, the words twisted a knife that had been buried in his gut for longer than he’d like to admit. He knew Sprout was superior to him in more ways than one, cooking ability being one of them. His best friend was a main toon, for goodness sakes, of course he was going to be better.

 

“Hey, Cosmo! I’m just about to start up a batch of truffles. Wanna joi-“ A signature padding of steps grew louder as a warm voice started from beside him before coming to an abrupt stop. “Hey hey, woah. What’s up?” His once relaxed words were suddenly tainted with a concern Cosmo wasn’t quite ready to face.

 

Cosmo turned to the strawberry, throwing him a lopsided smile that felt a bit too strained to be genuine. “Nothing, just thinking about the next ichor run. We still need to get that flour from the abandoned diner, right?”

 

“Oh yeah, don’t worry I’ve got it handled.” Sprout spoke easily, shrugging his shoulders. “I already planned to go out with Pebble and Shelly later for supplies.” The taller toon approached Cosmo, casting him a gentle smile. “But how about let’s just focus on tonight’s truffles for now, okay?”

 

Cosmo scrunched his face, a habit of transparency he found hard to break. “Are you sure you wanna go out there again..? I mean, you went last time. Isn’t it my turn?” He questioned quietly, his expression contemplative.

 

Sprout shook his head immediately, a bit too fast. His expression stiffened as he placed a hand on Cosmo’s shoulder. “No- I mean nah. It’s fine. The others need you here in case something goes wrong on a different venture.”

 

Cosmo looked away, feeling a creeping guilt and something he couldn’t quite name begin to gnaw at him. “Sprout, we can both take care of the kitchen, not just me. Plus, I’m perfectly capable of going on ichor runs.” He pursed his lips. “You don’t have to treat me like I’m helpless.” He hated that feeling. The feeling of being babied, as if he couldn’t handle something that he was more than prepared for.

 

Sprout looked frustrated for a moment before leaning back and running a hand through his leaves. “Cosmo, we’re not having this conversation again..” He muttered, his own gaze flicking to the side.

 

“Well maybe I want to have it again!” Cosmo protested, his tone tiptoeing a line he rarely dared to cross.

 

“Well I don’t want to! And that’s final!” Sprout raised his voice in a manner similar to that of a strict parent, giving Cosmo a serious look.

 

Cosmo took in a sharp breath. This was it, the point where he’d usually shut up and let Sprout get his way. But today, for some reason, he was too restless to allow the argument to fizzle that quickly. He wanted to stand up for himself. Prove that he was capable too.

 

“I’m serious, Sprout! I’m sick of you babying me all the time! I’m a perfectly competent toon! I can go on ichor runs! I can- I can do whatever you can!” His fists balled up, his frustration getting the better of him for once.

 

This must’ve been a shock for Sprout, as his eyes visibly widened at Cosmo’s words. A flicker of hurt passed through his expression before it was quickly overshadowed by a growing annoyance. “It’s not about your competence, Cosmo! I just.. I don’t want you down there, okay?!”

 

Cosmo’s eyebrows creased further as he scoffed. “Yeah, right. Because you definitely don’t think you’re better than me.” He sneered sarcastically, hardly recognizing the venom in his voice. “I see it, Sprout! The way others come to you with baking requests! The way they ask you to join their runs!” He didn’t know where this was coming from. All this anger he wasn’t aware that he harbored. “I’m sick of it! I’m sick of not being good enough!”

 

“Cosmo..“

 

“I’m tired of being treated like I’m lesser than!”

 

“Cosmo-“

 

“I’m not finished!”

 

Sprout’s lips pressed into a tight line. “COSMO!”

 

Cosmo hissed in a breath, finally breaking out of his rant-driven tunnel vision to meet Sprout’s eyes. Only then, did he realize that the strawberry’s fingers had found their way to his shoulders and had dug in with a lethal grip.

 

Sprout was shaking ever so slightly, his eyes blown wide, yet focused. “Now you listen to me.” He spoke, his voice eerily even. “You are my best friend, my counterpart. I trust you with my life. If there’s anything that I know you aren’t, it’s incompetent.” He takes a deep breath. “That being said, I.. I really care about you. And I want to keep you safe..”

 

Cosmo felt his usually light eyes narrow, his body tensing.

 

“I need you to stay here, because I don’t want you getting hurt.” Sprout spoke earnestly, raising his hand to cup a starry cheek.

 

Cosmo leaned away from the familiar touch, his feet moving back unconsciously. “Selfish.. that’s.. that’s what you are.” He mumbled, swaying almost drunkenly with the motion of his feet. “You’re a liar. You don’t think I can do it.” His fingers dug into his palms, an angered flush accentuating the constellations freckled over Cosmo’s cheeks.

 

“What? No-“ Sprout quickly attempted to defend himself, though Cosmo could see it, that glimmer of uncertainty deep within his best friend’s eyes. And that hurt.

 

“LIAR!” Cosmo spat, his shoulders winding tight with every hasty breath. “I knew it! I knew you looked down on me!” He staggered another couple steps back before turning on his heel and briskly striding towards the hall, away from Sprout. Away from his guilt.

 

“W-wait!” A strained voice called from behind him. But he ignored it, picking up the pace to escape the pressure building in the back of his head.

 

Toons cast a variety of looks as he passed, clearly sensing his turmoil, yet choosing not to comment on it. He wondered if anyone saw the scene for a split second before abolishing the concern from his mind. He just needed to get away. It was too much.

 

—

 

Cosmo paced around his room, his thoughts racing after the recent fight he had with Sprout. It was really odd. They hardly ever fought.

 

He turned around, his fingers tugging on the string of his bracelet as he walked back and forth. He felt so pathetic, truthfully. Had he been that insecure this whole time, or was he just acting out of impulse? Did he mean what he said, or was it a spur of the moment bluster?

 

He bit into his lip hard enough to taste ichor on his tongue. He winced as the sticky substance rushed to the surface.

 

He wasn’t supposed to be mean or upfront. He was usually the soft one. He’d usually be the one to smooth over Sprout’s edges, not the other way around. He felt guilty for a moment, wondering how his words could affect his best friend.

 

But just as quick as the feeling of guilt came, it was overshadowed by an intensifying desire. A growing need to prove himself. Sprout clearly thought he needed to be protected. And he was going to fix that.

 

Cosmo felt his fists clench and unclench as he paced the length of his room a couple more times, deep in thought. Eventually, he made up his mind. He had to do something, anything.

 

—

 

Cosmo stood in the lobby, eyes trained on the sunroof centered above the main tree. His eyes flicked over the stars, recalling the various times he and Sprout had counted them, giving them names.

 

 

“Pfft- no, that one is more of a Shrimpo. You see how it’s glowing angrily, like it wants to be the brightest?”

 

“Aww but Sprout.. I thought that one was Dandy. Since he’s the center of attention, you know?”

 

Sprout had given a scoff, leaning over and flipping Cosmo’s hood up and over his head in a teasing manner. “Yeah right, you doofus. It might as well be you, then.”

 

Cosmo had pried at the hood and gave the strawberry’s arm a curt swat as he peeked out from under the fabric. “Oh, shut up. Why would that even be the case?” He’d huffed, his cheeks suddenly feeling warmer.

 

“Because you’re the brightest star I’ve ever seen.” Sprout had given Cosmo that sickeningly sweet grin, the one that hid a hint of mischief beneath the surface.

 

The roll only responded by rolling his eyes, pulling his hood back down over his face in an attempt to cover his growing embarrassment. “Tsk, stop saying stuff like that.”

 

Sprout’s laugh had filled the air after that. His laugh that was so brilliant and contagious. The laugh that would often come out awkwardly loud, as if it held no manners or apprehension to display itself. Unapologetic and gravitational.

 

 

The laugh continued to echo through Cosmo’s mind, ringing in his ears as he stood in the empty lobby, bathed in the shy glow of the moonlight. The stars seemed brighter then, now that he was thinking about it.

 

But it was common for things to brighten when he was with Sprout.

 

Cosmo eventually tore his eyes from the window, his gaze lazily raking over the familiar sight of the center’s lobby. The sterile elevators were illuminated in a fluorescent light that drew Cosmo’s attention. His focus drifted over the metal bars, the steel walls, the scuffed tile.

 

Maybe he could..

 

No.

 

Yes?

 

Before he knew it, the pastry had cleared the distance between him and the elevator. His feet slowed in front of the gray frame, bringing him to a close as he tentatively reached out. His fingers brushed over the cool metal, the material leaving a tingling sensation in its wake that contrasted the baker’s warmth.

 

He nearly bit his lip again. This was risky. Incredibly so. But if he could just prove to Sprout..

 

 

Ding

 

Floor one.

Notes:

Sorry the chapter is short, a new one is coming out very very soon, trust me! I mostly wanted to set up some context for the first chapter.

Bet you guys can’t guess what’ll happen…

Chapter 2: Where Tears Meet Ichor

Summary:

He needed out. Out of this elevator. Out of this manufactured torture.

Sweat was falling in frigid beads from his forehead, painting the tile floor below him in a hazy watercolor. He was panting, eyes glazed with a form hunched over itself.

 

The fluorescence in the room taunted him, seemingly mocking him for his lack of athleticism. He held back a gag, the thickness of dread coating his throat.

 

He felt like he was on the verge of breaking, physically and mentally. His calves burnt with need, begging him to stop. His icing was droopy, melting and clinging to his head like his sweat.

 

He was just about to lean against the wall when he heard a quiet shuffle, followed by what could only be a stack of papers from a nearby bookshelf tumbling down. The thud set his nerves on fire, his breath hitching.

 

A nearly inaudible, yet labored breathing drew closer. The sluggish thump of uneven steps grew louder, nearly sending him into a state of paralysis.

 

A dark, stained claw dragged over the side of the crate he was behind, jolting him with the noise of the scrape. He stumbled back, bumping against the wall that sat adjacent to the boxes.

 

The noise alerted the other, as the silhouette of a grimy, twisted version of Shrimpo emerged. The sight sent a sharp fear through him. He caught the dim glimmer of light on the ichor, which fell in goops from the creature. It all made his stomach churn.

 

The mutation staggered closer, red eyes boring into his with an undeniable intensity.

 

Run.

 

 

Run Cosmo.

 

 

 

RUN!

 

 

 

“Run! C’mon, I’ve got you!”

 

A familiar, mischievous grin. A hand around his, pulling him forward and out of danger.

 

“Whew, that wasn’t so bad. Right, Cozzie?” Forest green eyes glinting with adrenaline as they locked on him.

 

“Y-yeah.” Cosmo managed to croak out, swallowing thickly as his gaze darted to the hall they had just escaped. The twisted form of Boxten stumbled on, movements jerky and unprecise.

 

“Hey.” Sprout’s hand squeezed Cosmo’s, head leaning down to his level. “It’s okay. You’ll get the hang of it.”

 

Cosmo turned around, meeting Sprout’s warm expression with hesitancy before resigning. “I guess so..” He mumbled lamely.

 

Sprout just chuckled and pat his head. “I know so. Just remember, you can’t stop. Just run.”

 

“Just run.”

 

 

RUN, COSMO!

 

Cosmo pushed himself off the wall, his feet motivating him forward.

 

The movement drew an angered growl from the creature as it bounded after him, hand outstretched. Cosmo didn’t dare glance back, only thinking forward, FORWARD, FORWARD. He had to keep going forward. He had to find somewhere to lose the mutated shrimp.

 

A glimpse of something caught his eye as he ran. A bookshelf? He assumed so. Cosmo changed course and leapt forward, positioning himself behind the object.

 

The twisted creature took a few more steps his way, before suddenly stomping against the ground and turning back around. Cosmo watched with bated breath as the shrimp fell back into the darkness of the room, continuing about its mindless path.

 

He let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding, clutching his chest as the thrumming began to lessen. His hoodie was damp with sweat, his tights feeling a bit too tight for his liking. He hissed in displeasure, adjusting his clothing.

 

Honestly, the most inconvenient part of this whole experience wasn’t that his clothes were too tight, or that he’d gone through multiple bandages. It was the way he hadn’t reached a diner at all. Not one. And he was on floor 14, getting another stupid abandoned greenhouse for what felt like the billionth time. He forgot how far down the diners were, he supposed.

 

After wrapping up on that rather fruitless floor, the cake roll trudged back onto the elevator, arms crossed and shoulders hunched. He was utterly exhausted.

 

“Oh ho ho~ you don’t look so good, Cosmo! Are you sure you don’t want to wrap up your little adventure here?” A teasing voice spoke up from behind him. Cosmo sighed, crossing his arms tighter. The flower’s petals spun in delight as his head tilted playfully. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough fun? Wouldn’t want to test your luck, would you?”

 

“I’m fine. I can handle it.” Cosmo huffed, throwing Dandy a glare from over his shoulder. He was feeling irritable at the moment, and he was in no mood for Dandy’s games.

 

The flower just grinned wider, leaning over his station (filled with gumballs and stealth candies, no less) to stare back at Cosmo with an equally challenging gaze. “Doesn’t seem like Sprout would agree.” He purred.

 

Cosmo felt his fists clench his beaded bracelet as he scoffed, turning away from Dandy once more. “Shut up.”

 

“He was here earlier, you know.” The flower drawled on. Cosmo could practically hear the sneer in his voice. “Talking to Shelly about how he was worried about you.”

 

Cosmo scrunched his face, staring at the floor and messing with his accessory charms. “He doesn’t need to worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

 

“Oh but he spoke otherwise. He told Shelly he was worried you’d do something impulsive.”

 

The cake roll hissed in a breath, feeling his cheeks redden.

 

“He made me promise not to let you go on a supply run.”

 

Cosmo spun around to face Dandy, gawking. The gaul! “He what?”

 

The other smirked, leaning back and tapping his chin like he was deep in thought. “Hmm, yeah.. I lied of course. I wouldn’t turn down good business.”

 

Cosmo was nearly seething upon hearing this. Sprout didn’t trust him at all, did he? He’s not his handler! Cosmo can do as he pleases!

 

The cake roll just stuffed his hands in his hoodie pockets, burying his face in the hem of the hood. “That’s ridiculous. I’m a grown toon, I can do what I want.” He mumbled, averting his eyes.

 

“You tell ‘em Cosmo.” Dandy snickered. “No really, you should. Might be your last chance.”

 

The shop slammed shut with a resounding bang, the elevator door simultaneously buzzing open before Cosmo could react to his words. He blinked, turning to look at the room before realizing it was the diner! Yes!

 

Cosmo shook off the odd feeling Dandy had given him, stepping off of the elevator and beginning to trail towards the storage cabinets in the back. Just a few steps in, though, the lights wavered before flickering off with a dying hum.

 

Cosmo inwardly cursed, his mind going blank as darkness shrouded the room. His hand soon dove into his pocket as he muttered something, scrambling shakily for his flashlight. Once he grasped it, he fumbled with the switch, eventually getting it to blink on.

 

When the light cooperated, Cosmo looked up and found himself face to face with what had to be the largest twisted toon he’d seen.

 

He squeaked, stumbling back. His foot quickly caught on the edge of a booth, sending him flying back against a table. His vision spun as his head smacked against the metal.

 

By the time he came back to, he realized his position once more. Crap! He was cornered and disoriented! He wasn’t even sure if he could escape!

 

The larger-than-life creature approached him with deep, thudding steps, its form only outlined by the faint beam of the discarded flashlight. An odd, bubbly grumble erupted from the twisted toon as it shifted to lean down, closer.. closer..

 

A rustling followed its movements, the sound akin to shifting foliage. Cosmo squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in a deep breath, raising his arms in a protective manner. He’d have to take a hit. There was nowhere he could run.

 

He waited for the spike of pain through his flesh, the sting of a strike. Yet after a moment of pause, nothing.

 

Cosmo squinted his eyes open. A big, almond shaped ruby eye stared back at him, giving him a start. A hint of green sparked the roll’s interest as he glanced to the side, noticing the ichor-stained leaves that swayed around the creature’s head, obscuring the other eye. Cosmo gasped quietly before his eyes flicked back over to the twisted’s face, recognizing the all too familiar seeded freckles that painted its cheeks. He almost couldn’t believe it. It was the mutated version of his best friend.

 

His breathing caught, becoming shallow and quick as he stared at the unfamiliar sight before him. It was hauntingly beautiful, yet so disgustingly wrong.

 

“Cos.. mo..” A deep, gurgling voice rumbled from the creature. The sound made his head spin.

 

“N-no..” Cosmo panted, his tone coming out a desperate plea. His eyes darted away, spotting an opening on the left side of the twisted. Before he could think, he had shot himself through the gap.

 

The roll desperately clawed his way up from the tile floor, body shaking as he blindly motivated his feet forward. The creature behind him seemed displeased and almost angered at this action.

 

Before he knew it, a dark substance had erupted from the ground, wrapping around Cosmo’s ankle. He yelped, attempting to pry the cold, sticky appendage from his leg. It persistently wrapped tighter, coiling up around the cake roll’s calf. Cosmo hissed in disgust at the sensation, using his free foot to kick the black tendril off and free himself from its bound.

 

Just as the ichor-filled object slinked away, Cosmo took the opportunity to stumble back and into the safety of the supply rooms. Once he finally breached the entrance and shut the door, he felt his shoulders slump. That thing was not his best friend. He repeated to convince himself, attempting to calm his jittery nerves as he began to anxiously ransack the cabinets for flour. Even if it was, it wasn’t the real him. Twisteds are just fake mutations anyway.

 

Once he had dragged a couple bags from a storage container, he glanced up, met with the familiar red glow of an unfinished machine. Ah, right. The roll carefully set the bags down around him, slowly grasping the valve and beginning to turn it.

 

He hummed quietly to himself as the valve squeaked and vibrated below him, churning that ugly, dark goop. After he had finished, he nodded in contentment, grabbing the supplies and lugging it with him into the next room. Cosmo continued to work this way through the floor, his mundane routine temporarily distracting him from his initial issue.

 

The roll was only reminded halfway through the last machine of his current situation, when his hand slipped from the wheel. The metal contraption beeped loudly in protest, snapping Cosmo out of his thoughts. The outline of a large creature began to breach the darkness, sending a prickling realization down Cosmo’s back.

 

As the mutated strawberry drew into view, it zeroed in on the roll, a large tendril emerging from the floor once more. It clamped down on his foot, immobilizing his leg as the other approached.

 

Cosmo was frozen in shock, fear gripping him just as tightly as the black substance that held him in place. He had nearly forgotten, silly him.

 

The toon wasn’t sure what to do, how to escape, where to go. All he saw before him was the twisted beauty of what was never supposed to be. What he never wished to witness.

 

Seeing this dark and monstrous version of his best friend set his nerves alight, made him jittery. He hated the way the creature looked lost and alone. All he wanted to do was stay and give it the love and attention it deserved, but alas, the real Sprout - and all other toons for that matter - would need him more.

 

“Cos.. mo..” It rasped, speaking as if it were buried under layers and layers of tar.

 

Cosmo felt his face contort with sadness. This was horrible. Some kind of punishment, he was sure. At that moment, he wished he hadn’t fought with Sprout. He wished he had given his best friend more of his time. And most importantly, he hoped he’d never have to witness the loss of the real berry, to see him morph into this creature.

 

The twisted before him reached out, its hand covered in a mess of black goop. It slowly, carefully brushed against the side of Cosmo’s face, causing the roll to jolt from the feeling. Its visible eye brightened upon the contact, before its head came closer and leaned down. “C-Cos..”

 

Cosmo felt his heart swell with a mix of heavy emotions. Almost unconsciously, his hand reached up, brushing over the ichor-covered digits of the other. “Yeah, it’s me. Cosmo. Do you remember me?” He spoke softly.

 

The creature just tilted its head, continuing to stare at the roll with an awestruck expression. For a tall, beastly twisted, this thing sure was gentle.

 

It continued its starting for a while before the slimy appendage holding him in place uncurled from his ankle. Cosmo tilted his face down as he watched the goop gather and slip back into the cracks in the floor. He blinked a couple times before meeting the berry’s gaze again with a hint of uncertainty.

 

The creature blinked a couple times as well, pulling back ever so slightly. It was almost as if it were retreating in a trusting manner. The twisted slinked to the wall adjacent to the machine, its eye flicking between Cosmo and the blinking red light that begged to be finished.

 

After a moment, Cosmo caught on, eyebrows furrowing as he returned to the machine. He felt eyes on his back as he turned the valve, eventually completing the ichor extraction.

 

Once the machine clicked, a familiar whirring came from the elevator. The doors had opened, ticking its usual 25 second countdown. The roll turned back to the other, casting it a nervous glance.

 

The strawberry tensed at the sound, realization dawning on its expression. It took a hasty step forward, attempting to approach Cosmo. A gurgle rumbled in its throat, the sound akin to a desperate plea.

 

Cosmo pressed his lips together, looking to the side guiltily before darting away from the creature in a split second decision.

 

The moment seemed to stretch on. He caught a glimpse of the hesitation from the twisted toon before an anguished roar broke the tense atmosphere.

 

20 seconds

 

As the pastry ran to the elevator, he felt his foot catch on a tendril that bursted from the ground below him. Cosmo narrowly avoided the appendage, stumbling momentarily before pushing himself forward with even more force. He could see the light of the elevator, the familiar steel frame.

 

But just before he could get to the final dash, something seized his arm.

 

15 seconds

 

Cosmo gasped, feeling cold, slimy digits wrap insistently around his sleeve. He was yanked back, tripping over his feet and toppling onto the ground in a second. The roll gasped for air as the breath was knocked out of him. The freezing tile floor below him was harsh and unyielding.

 

Before he could focus, a force pulled him up. After a couple blinks, he recognized the red eye that regarded him.

 

10 seconds

 

He was hovering just above the ground, held up only by the ichor covered arm of his twisted companion. Something in the creature’s expression didn’t sit right with him. Something was hidden deep within the ruby depths of its gaze that begged and pleaded for him to stay. Though the thought made his stomach churn.

 

The roll felt his eyes well up with tears that threatened to breach, overwhelmed by the sight in front of him. He didn’t want to abandon his friend. Though, this isn’t the first time he’s been positioned this way metaphorically.

 

Sure, he’s gone against Sprout many times. Gone behind his back, ignoring pleas and asks, but this felt different. This felt much more real.

 

Like he’d have to leave the very notion of his friend. His very essence. 

 

He didn’t know if he could do it.

 

 

5 seconds

 

 

“I’m sorry”

 

He found himself saying.

 

His feet found purchase on the ground as he stumbled back, pulling back from the grip of the other. The strawberry’s eyes narrowed as it lurched out once more, not ready to let Cosmo go. Its hand wrapped around the roll’s wrist.

 

3 seconds

 

Cosmo pulled back, his heel barely inside the elevator. He gritted his teeth, closing his eyes. The twisted toon pulled back as well, claws digging into chocolate flesh.

 

With a pained cry, the pastry yanked against the tight grip as hard as he could. A searing pain ripped through his arm as the sound of fabric ripping echoed through the air, followed by the scattering of beads. He collapsed into the elevator just as the doors slammed shut.

 

The flood of tears he had been holding back were flowing freely now, a mix of pain and sadness the motivator for the stream. He choked on his spit, clutching his arm as he sobbed. The pain was unreal, as if millions of searing hot needles had jabbed through his skin. And all he could do was cry.

 

He was having difficulty breathing, and didn't dare open his eyes. The mechanical sound of the shop opening dimmed to mere background noise in Cosmo’s mind. He needed out. Out of this elevator. Out of this manufactured torture.

 

But he couldn’t speak, couldn’t articulate anything he felt. He just pleaded in his mind, through shallow breaths, that he would be freed. Please Dandy.

 

Please

 

 

“Oh.. oh my- SPROUT!”

 

“WE NEED A MEDKIT!”

 

“Someone get Sprout NOW!”

 

“We need help here! Please!!”

 

“I’m on it!”

 

“He’s still breathing!”

 

“Someone please cover Toodles’s eyes!”

 

“Daddy, why is Cosmo on the floor?”

 

“DANDICUS DANCIFER, WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

Notes:

GUYS I’M SO SORRY IT TOOK LONGER THAN EXPECTED!

This chapter was like over 3k something which was twice as much as chapter 1…

Thank you for your patience! I hope you all liked it. And yes, Cosmo forgot the flour.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 3 of Cheese and Fruitcake