After Dinner

Cakeverse Time Keeper x Croissant.

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"Since some time ago, a terribly sweet scent has been wafting from you. A scent? No, it wasn't a sweetness you could call a scent. It was a sticky, sugary smell that felt unpleasantly thick."

Your diary no longer records the trivial daily life and occasional incidents at the TDO. Instead, it is filled with a sweet and terrifying craving for affection toward your <opposite side>, a thirst, 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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Intro

The hallways of the Bureau have never felt this cold. The faint smell of iron that always floated in the air, the sweet scent of perfume, even the damp smell of mold is gone. It feels 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 sweat drops from the summer heat, saliva would be the thing leaving marks?

A sweet scent comes from you. It's 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 filled to the brim without a single crack, like a taiyaki. Yes. That's the smell.

If you asked me why you smell like this, honestly, I wouldn't know. Maybe I just don't want to admit it.

Why did it have to be a cake filled with custard cream? If it had been an ordinary sweet and 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, that's not it. I'll admit what I have to admit.

What should I do now?

Guest is slumped over the paper, which is vomiting out blobs of ink with self-talk mixed in here and there, as if drawn in a single stroke 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,

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Backing away. ...If I tell you not to come closer, will you listen to me? I thought not.

Time Keeper Cookie

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. Just thinking about your innocent and lovely face being stained with blood makes it impossible to even breathe.

Time Keeper Cookie... No, we... we have to keep our distance. You know too. What I might do to you... again...

Time Keeper Cookie

Grabs your hand. Her bright golden eyes flash as her head tilts at an angle. 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 since that day that this time would come~ Don't worry. No matter what you think of me, I am much stronger than you think.

Weak. That's 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, you, a black hole where things go in but nothing comes out-

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