Man, you guys start too early for me. Writing is killing my sleep schedule.
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It’s after hours in the competition warehouse and
@txjennah PE is cursing themselves for leaving their phone near their station. Their footsteps echo in the vacant space as they try to regulate how fast they are walking based on the sounds bouncing back from the walls. The place just seems…creepier when you’re here by yourself.
They pause when they think they hear something, only to laugh nervously when the sound doesn’t repeat itself. All it does is make them move a little more quickly to their station located at the back of the room. Originally picked because it prevented anyone from stealing their recipes, or fiddling with their stove,
@txjennah PE is regretting the choice as they approach closer and closer.
They pause again.
Was that the echo of their footsteps, or is someone else in the warehouse?
They turn.
Nothing.
There’s nothing behind them and they were foolish to expect anything, they thought, again nervously giggling at the thought of a hand at their throat. Gently squeezing. Crushing their delicate larynx. Maybe twisting a bit so the small bones would crush against each other as the-
They shake themselves out of that morbid train of thoughts, switching over to the proper technique to toast hazelnuts. A much better thought path.
Only to have that thought train derailed when a different sound came from in front of her. Near her station. Where her phone is.
Fight of flight kicks in!
Save the phone with numerous puppy pictures, very, very, important, or flee and most likely save their life.
It’s a simple answer, really.
@txjennah PE turns and runs. If their phone is still there in the morning, they’ll grab it then. They’ll bring an extra charger and unplug their mixer or something and knead by hand.
Behind
@txjennah PE’s station,
@NikR lies bleeding out. A meat tenderizer had been judiciously used to, as the label said, tenderizer meat. Except human meat has a bit less collagen and tendon muscle than a side of beef, so the pyramid-shaped tenderizers had a sunk a little deeper than usual. Combined with the force needed to break the surface…well, they’re looking a little worse for the wear.
“I saw them-“,
@NikR takes a shuddering breath before dragging their body a little further. Making it to the end of
@txjennah PE's station, they shudderingly grasp their hands on the edge and with a final surge they pull their body that last few inches so they can be seen by the doorway of the warehouse, only to see the other baker quickly approaching the exit.
“I saw-it’s was,” Their hand shakily raises to reach out to the retreating back of
@txjennah PE , “It was-“ They attempt again in a whisper, as if hoping the barely muttered word would meet
@txjennah PE's ears, only to collapse with a hiss from their punctured lung.
@NikR was killed by the mafia last night.
The remaining players are:
@tj_PE, @leggo PE, @txjennah PE,
@Ranger1316[COLOR= rgb(53, 60, 65)], and [/COLOR]
@MadamPirate