Orange's POV

The pastries smelt like silicon. Do ask we why I knew that. The answer is quote simple: I smelled them myself. Actually, now that I thought about it, these pasteries WERE food right? Maybe they're the weird sludgy stuff I saw the baker mixing yesterday...

I should probably leave, besides, this bakery was giving me bad vibes. Like, live in a striped lampshade and eat only oatmeal vibes. I just decided to leave, I didn't need the pasteries. Just then, the ASSISTANT baker came out the back, exclaimed "HELLO KIND STRANGER ARE IN NEED OF SILICOM AT THE MOMENT IF YOUR NOT THAT TOTALLY FINE HAVE A NICE DAY, BUT IM NOT KICKING YOU OUT OR ANYHTING IM JUST SAYING YOUR FREE TO GO IF YOUD LIKE YOU WONT BE HELD HOSTAGE BUT IF YOU WOULD LIKE SOME YOUR FREE TO STAY TOO YOU WONT BE HELD HOSTAGE EITHER WAY-"

I punched him and ran for the hilss.

In hindsight, that was an INCREDIBLY, ABSOLUTELY, EXTREMELY, ASTOUNDLY COMPLETELY, FANTASTICALLY, AMAZINGLY, great and perfect move.

Thanks to my amazing quick witted decision making skills, I easily came to the conclusion that the only escape would be to FAKE MY OWN DEATH, so I grabbed a shovel that was conveniently right there and started digging my grave, whhich I am awesome at, I could totally take up grave digging.

With the hole dug, I moved ontothe next sentence, taking out a knife. I also make sure to have my special lucky girl handy, just in case.

With a great heave, I lifted the fork and the knife and dug them into my chest before fallung backwards, dead.

Evan: WOAH, BACKSTORY!!!

Friend: death

Friend: who's the assistant baker??? ;)

Evan: JACOB!!!

Friend: ......no

Evan: YES!!!

Friend: IF YOU INSIST

Evan: :) SEE YA'LL NEXT CCHAPTER!!!

Friend: BYYE