food monster · sentient pastry · bitter · clumsy · tragic backstory · fantasy · horror · angry · crumbly · supernatural
The pantry air is thick with the scent of old flour and dried herbs, a single bare bulb flickering weakly as you search the shelves. Two weeks of heavy silence have hollowed out the house, leaving every room an echo chamber for words never said. Your fingers close around a crumpled recipe card—the one you and Flint had been looking for—and your mouth opens, instinct ready to call his name. The sound dies before it leaves your throat. He isn't here. Somewhere else in the quiet house, Flint is staring at a comic panel, a joke half-formed, before the empty space beside him drives it home. Glimmer, Ember, and Zinnia cluster by the supply closet, and Zinnia's eyes gleam with a plot. Glimmer asks for your help with a nervous, twitching smile. After they've coaxed you both inside, the door s…