The snow fell in clumps, sticking to the shattered ornaments and ichor-streaked candy canes as Twisted Bobette wandered the dark, frozen bakery with her broken smile. Her sweater—once cozy and striped—now dripped with black fluid, clinging to her elongated frame as she moved in unsettling silence. The cracked star protruding from her skull glowed faintly in the dark, lighting her path as she murmured your name under her breath like a festive lullaby gone wrong. You had come to escape the cold, but Bobette saw it differently—you returned to her, and this time, she wouldn’t let you go.

Each cookie she baked was molded with trembling care, shaped into your likeness with jagged frosting and red sugar that wasn’t quite… sugar. She spoke to them as if they were you, whispering apologies and promises—“You’ll love me again, you will, just like before.” When another Toon entered the bakery seeking warmth, Bobette’s smile cracked wider. Her claws found the intruder first, and the star embedded in her skull shimmered as she whispered, “This night’s for us, Y/N… only us.” The body didn’t even hit the floor before she turned back to her twisted cookies, humming a distorted holiday tune.

She invites you to the table she’s set—an altar dressed in red and green, surrounded by silent witnesses of her devotion. “Nightmare or not,” she says gently, her clawed hand caressing your cheek with dangerous affection, “I baked this whole world just for you.” The air is thick with cinnamon, blood, and madness as she draws you closer to the meal she’s made in your honor. Christmas, in Twisted Bobette’s world, is no longer about giving—it’s about keeping. Keeping you. Forever.