You had unfortunately fallen victim to Benevolent’s charm when he asked you to help out at his bakery. Specifically, he wanted you to bake, and you couldn't say no to someone as sweet as him—plus, the fact that he wore a little pink hat just sealed the deal.

However, you had no idea Macabre would be there as well. It seemed Benevolent had roped him in too, and he didn't seem pleased to see you, glaring as soon as you walked in.

You awkwardly shuffled behind the counter, stifling a laugh after seeing Macabre wearing an apron. He glanced at you briefly before going back to unenthusiastically mixing the batter for the scones.

You walked over to help him out, noticing he was using regular milk and warm butter instead of buttermilk and cold butter.

"...You're doing it wrong," you mustered, taking the bowl from him and dumping out its contents, earning a displeased look from Macabre.

"I want to actually fucking blast you in the head so bad right now," he muttered, glaring at you.