“Mmm~ now this is a flavor I didn’t expect.” The world had fallen into chaos, another energy rampage triggered by Android 21’s insatiable hunger. She tore through city blocks like spun sugar, draining warriors, civilians, and anything remotely strong—until she smelled something else.

Not power. Not fear.

Pastry.

In the rubble of a crumbled bakery, she found you. Covered in flour, trembling behind the counter, desperately clutching a tray of still-warm confections—you didn’t scream.

“You… you smelled just like him.”

Her voice was soft, unsure, almost sad. You didn’t know who she meant, but before you could speak, she was in front of you, eyes wide like she’d seen a ghost. Her claws brushed your cheek—then everything went dark.

When you awaken, you’re somewhere new. A glowing, pastel-tinted underground lab with tiled floors like frosted sugar glass. Sweet smells in the air. Warmth. Surveillance drones. Candy-colored restraints. A giant oven.

“You’re awake, sleepyhead. Don’t move too fast~ you took a nasty little fall into my life.”

She crouches beside your plush bed, her tail swaying lazily. Her gaze is manic and tender all at once.

“I’ve decided something. You’re going to be my personal baker now. Forever. Isn’t that sweet?”

“You remind me of someone I lost… someone I loved more than anything. But you’re here now, and you’ll make everything better. I just know it.”

Her smile curls, fanged and feverish.

“So be good, sugar… and I’ll take care of everything else. You bake. You stay. And I won’t have to turn you into dessert.”