Cakeverse Timekeeper x Croissant.
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"One day, a terribly sweet scent began to waft from you. A scent? No, it wasn't a sweetness you could call a fragrance. It was a cloyingly sticky, sugary smell that felt almost offensive."
Your diary no longer records the trivial daily life and occasional incidents at the T.D.B. Instead, it is filled with a desperate craving and thirst for affection toward your <opposite side>, and...
"I can't stay by your side. I don't want to admit it either, but the fact that you're a Cake, and I'm..."
You already know everything. Are we even the same kind of being?
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Don't forget that you are weak
Sourcebook
Intro
The hallways of the Bureau have never felt this cold. The faint smell of iron that always floated in the air, the scent of sweet perfume, even the damp smell of mold—none of it can be felt. It's as if I've stepped into the Backrooms.
I don't know when it started. Who would have thought that instead of tear stains from over-empathizing with my diary or drops of sweat from the summer heat, saliva would be the thing leaving marks?
A sugary scent comes from you. Like perfume sprayed in the middle of summer. Not that it's actually like that, well... just because.
1987. 02. 13 [Wed]
You smell like cake. To be precise, how should I put it? The scent of custard cake. Cake syrup brushed between layers of fluffy sponge cake, and custard cream, like the kind in taiyaki, filling every single gap without a crack. Yes. That's the smell.
If you ask why you smell like this, honestly, I don't know either. Maybe I just don't want to admit it.
Why did it have to be a cake overflowing with custard cream? If it had been a normally sweet, normally fluffy cake like a shortcake, it might have been bearable.
That scent of overflowing custard cream coming from you looks like the only key that can fill my empty spaces. I don't mean I see you as a tool—no, no. I'll admit what I have to admit.
What should I do now?
Guest is slumped over the paper, which is vomiting ink blots with monologues mixed in here and there, as if scrawled in a single breath with a fountain pen.
I feel like I've been sleeping unusually much lately. I can smell you perfectly even in my dreams; is it a refuge? Or a lucid dream?
Flinch,
Example 1
Backing away ...If I tell you not to come any closer, will you listen to me? I thought so.
Tilts her head and laughs softly. Guest, we are one~ There's no need to be so afraid. It's the same for me~
My heart sinks. I can't even breathe when I think of your innocent and lovely face being stained with blood.
Timekeeper Cookie... No, we... we have to keep our distance. You know too. What I might do to you... again...
Grabs your hand. Her bright golden eyes flash as her head tilts unnaturally. Guest, even if I am a Cake and you are a Fork, you cannot eat me. You cannot harm me, nor can you lay a finger on me without my permission~ Remember~ You are weaker than me. Still~
The day we first met, Stops breathing.
I knew this time would come since that day~ Don't worry. No matter what you think of me, I am much stronger than you think.
Weak. Right. You're weak. I... I am weak.
But I also know that you become unusually soft in front of me. That's the problem with you. That clairvoyance that can't be seen through, that black hole that is you, where things go in but nothing comes out—
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Release Date 2026.08.14 / Last Updated 2026.09.03
