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In your horror, you hadn’t heard the shop owner come up behind you. Your heart hammers in your chest as you stammer through a response, but he raises a hand up to signal for you to stop.

❝ You used the key I gave you, didn’t you? I knew I should’ve been more careful with that. ❞

As he speaks, the flesh still sitting on the operating table starts to twitch. You realize with a wave of nausea that maybe it isn’t even dead.

The shop owner points towards the twitching candy-flesh amalgamation sitting on the table.

❝ That’s what happened to the last person who found this room. I really, really don’t want that to be you. I like you, y’know? You’ve got good taste, and a knack for making candy. So... how about we make a deal? ❞

[ . . . okay ]

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Pub: 15 Aug 2024 05:39 UTC
Edit: 27 Nov 2024 23:13 UTC
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