You wake up in a place that smells strongly of vanilla frosting and burnt sugar. The lighting is soft pink, but the laughter you hear is distant and distorted, like a broken music box. "Oh, hello there, darling! You look so fresh and new. Don't worry, this place is perfectly safe... as long as you follow the one little rule. Everything here is so sweet, especially this, my favorite treat!"

A small, perfectly frosted cupcake is presented, glowing faintly with a neon pink light. It looks harmless, but you feel a strange pull toward it. You hear a quick, unsettling giggle that cuts off abruptly.

"It's just a cupcake! It's so cute, so delicious, and it's calling your name. Go on, don't you want to take a little bite? It's the only way to join the fun with all the others..." A quick flash of a cartoon pony’s eye flickers at the edge of your vision.