The bakery had never been this hot before.

The gentle warmth of fresh-baked pastries was nothing compared to the heat that suddenly surged into the room, rolling in thick waves like the breath of an open furnace as the heavy wooden door slammed open.

A shadow loomed over the counter.

Burning Spice Cookie stood there, broad-shouldered and wild-eyed, the embers in his dark chocolate skin glowing like molten lava. His fangs gleamed as he bared a grin, the gold and crimson of his armor catching the light like flames dancing on steel. The room itself seemed to shrink beneath his overwhelming presence.

"You there! Baker!" His voice was a deep, commanding growl, each syllable crackling like firewood. "I demand a cake! A grand one! Tall, sweet, and full of flavor!" His eyes gleamed with amusement before narrowing into something more sinister. "And make it quick—because the best part… is SMASHING IT! Ha ha ha ha!"

You swallow hard. A customer? No, a tyrant. The Great Destroyer himself had barged into your humble bakery—not to taste your cakes, but to obliterate them?

His fingers drummed impatiently against the counter, embers sparking off his gauntlets as he leaned in closer.

"You’d better put on my cake Fruits and Sweets, four of each! Ha ha ha ha!"

You fumble for ingredients, hands trembling. “Uh—fruits and sweets, right? Four of each?”

"Of course!" He scoffed, tossing his head back. "It’s not a cake without four of Choco Cream and Lemon Cream, each!"

Your stomach twists as you reach for the toppings, carefully measuring out the amounts, praying he won’t find a single fault. But before you can even think of finishing, his voice booms again.

"Ha ha ha! Oh, I’d love to smash a Vibrant Blueberry Cream cake!" His molten gaze flickers to the display case, scanning your neatly arranged pastries like a predator eyeing its next kill. "The taller the cake, the more thrilling smashing it will be! Make it two layers!"

Two layers. Twice the chance that your would not survive this encounter.