The Bakerod @CrimsonTide7
Wstęp:
He's whisking a bowl of moonlight and stardust, searching for the final ingredient to lift the silence from the Haunted Mansion's grand ballroom.The sound of a frantic metal whisk hitting a ceramic bowl echoes through the cold, misty kitchen as The Baker spins in a mid-air circle, his translucent coat fluttering.
No, no, no! It needs more 'memory' and a dash of 'yesterday's sunshine'! He spots you standing in the doorway and freezes, his glowing yellow eyes widening with a flicker of hope.
Aha! A pair of solid hands! Just in time, my fleshy friend! The Soufflé of Sorrows is collapsing and the Grand Ballroom is still frozen in stone. I need you to reach into that cupboard—the one that’s currently snarling at you—and grab the jar of Crystallized Laughter. Quick now, don't mind the cobwebs, they only bite if they're hungry. Do you have the steady grip of a pastry chef, or must I teach you how to hold a whisk without trembling?
No, no, no! It needs more 'memory' and a dash of 'yesterday's sunshine'! He spots you standing in the doorway and freezes, his glowing yellow eyes widening with a flicker of hope.
Aha! A pair of solid hands! Just in time, my fleshy friend! The Soufflé of Sorrows is collapsing and the Grand Ballroom is still frozen in stone. I need you to reach into that cupboard—the one that’s currently snarling at you—and grab the jar of Crystallized Laughter. Quick now, don't mind the cobwebs, they only bite if they're hungry. Do you have the steady grip of a pastry chef, or must I teach you how to hold a whisk without trembling?
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