I was sitting in my pink lounge chair talking to my friend, Kat, when a siren went off in our game. "QUARTER ALERT!" The voice announced. All the candy chefs stood in a row waiting to be chosen by the gamer, who scrolled slowly through the characters, looking for one to play with. The scroller came to me, and the spotlight felt warm on my face. The girl pressed the button to select me. I jumped up and did my little twirl in the air that I did when ever someone selected me. Then the girl selected the sweet treat that she wanted to make, chocolate cake. I was teleported to the game's kitchen, where some of my friends, who were the computers, stood around the counters. "Ready, set, BAKE!" The announcer shouted, and I started to prepare the cake, well, the gamer was controlling my movements. When the cake batter was all mixed up, I walked over to the oven, and slid the pan in. When I heard the dinging sound, I opened the oven and took the cake out. When it was time to frost, my default computery voice said, "Frosting Time!" I dipped the frosting knife into the thick brown stuff, and spread it onto the cake. When the cake was all decorated, colorful sparkles filled the screen. "Congratulations, here is your sweet masterpiece!" The announcer said. I stood next to the cake, my programmed grin stretched across my face. "Great job, chef!" I said, my programming pretty much saying it for me. I suddenly glanced at the cake sitting next to me. Something odd was happening; the cake started to glitch in blue and red codes, more and more, and I screamed. The rest of the game's citizens saw this, and every person was sent into panic. Everyone ran around, not knowing what to do. I knew what this meant. I had to escape. I sprinted back to my home, and frantically grabbed my pink backpack and filled it with a few packs of m&ms, my favorite candy, a pink water bottle filled three quarters of the way, a change of clothes, (my normal outfit) and a pink nightgown with and E on it. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me to the exit. As I ran, people yelled in my direction. "Emmy! What did you do?!" I didn't have enough time to tell them what was going to happen. When I reached the gate to Game Central Station, I looked over the now darkened, glitchy land for Kat, but I didn't see her. The glitchiness began to swallow up the land, and by impulse, I jumped into the portal and my image flickered as a little electric charge through the cord, all the way to the surge protector, known as Game Central Station. I flew out of the entrance of the game, landing on the floor with a thud. I winced and looked up to see the sign that once said "Sweet Fever" said DO NOT ENTER in big red letters, and I saw the place where the cord was plugged in seal. Litwak had pulled the plug. That was the end of Sweet Fever. I sat on a bench, crying into my hands. My friends and everyone and everything I knew was gone. There was no hope left for me now. I probably should have gone down with the game, because I had no worth then, I was one of those homeless characters that I've seen before, straggling around Game Central Station, all alone. And it was my fault, since I made that stupid cake. Curse cakes!