I will never look at whipped cream and chocolate glaze the same way again. Why? Simple, I don't trust them anymore. You won't either, if you would have attended Mark's fortieth birthday party last night.

Mark had just cut into the Chocolate chip cake adorned with cloud-like patterns when the confectionary had sprouted arms, jumped off the white, satin clad table and landed on Alister's extremely bewildered-looking face, and engulfed him within a matter of seconds.

I could hear loud grasps making rounds of the circular room we had booked for the event. But to my surprise, no one moved. It was as if everyone was frozen on the spot, myself included.

Gasps turned into screams as the cloud-like patterns flew in all right directions and attached themselves to the closest guests. Luckily, they missed me.

It was at this precise moment that I felt my legs unfreeze, and stupidly, without thinking about the consequences, I flung myself at Alister's assailant. However, as luck would have it, my hands came away with nothing but a very tempting looking piece of chocolaty goodness. And try as I may, I couldn't help but bite into it.

If I had to guess, I would say that it must have been a case of aliens disguised as confectionery, with mind and limb controlling abilities. For when I looked up again, I found myself surrounded by buttons and pieces of jewelry instead of living, breathing human beings.

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