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The cupcake giggled. It opened its mouth—an impossible, yawning maw that stretched far wider than the physics of a cupcake should allow. Rows of tiny, needle-like sugar crystals lined its throat.

The cupcake rose beautifully—dark chocolate batter with a raspberry-red swirl. But as it cooled, the swirl pulsed. Leo told himself it was the kitchen light playing tricks. He frosted it with buttercream, topped it with a tiny marzipan cherry, and placed it in the display case. cannibal cupcake

Leo opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. The cupcake giggled

It moved with horrifying speed for something made of batter. It leaped from his hand and latched onto his nose. Barnaby screamed, thrashing his head, but the cupcake held fast, its frosting acting like a powerful adhesive. The cupcake rose beautifully—dark chocolate batter with a

Leo needed a signature item. Something unforgettable. Something that would make customers crawl back.

"I'm still hungry," the cupcake hissed. Its voice was sugary sweet, like syrup poured over gravel. "And you look... delicious."