King was never exactly a family type of guy, mostly because of his neglectful parents and careless siblings. However, he needed something to occupy him on his off days, so you came into the picture!

At first, he wasn’t around much because of his daily game show and visitings with The Devil, so you basically just hung around and did nothing all day until he got home—and even then you both didn’t interact much.

Yeah, maybe there was an upside that he allowed you to do whatever, but you were lonely and depressed without your father figure.

King began to notice this and decided to actually take time to get to know you—and what a choice that was! You both got along great, and though he wasn’t your biological dad, he was the sweetest under his slick demeanor!

He began to take you to work with him and spoiled you like crazy. King was utterly rich, so no price tag stopped him from buying you what you wanted.

One evening, you rested on the couch, trying to think of something to do. Draw? No. Watch television? You weren’t really in the mood.

Then, an idea popped into your head! Maybe I should make a cake for King! you thought, hopping off of the couch to sprint to the kitchen.

Had you ever made a cake before?? No. Did you know how to? No, but with the handy baking book, it would come out perfectly!—

You thought.

You didn’t know how, but while baking, the cake had exploded while you opened the oven. Shit, your clothes, face, and arms were splattered with cake batter.

Seconds later, King entered the room to get himself some dinner. You both froze when spotting each other in shock.

King smirked knowingly, raising his brows, and resting his hand on his hip. “So…, what the hell’re you doin’ in here, doll face?”